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The shrill of the alarm reached his ears forcing him to open his eyes. He looked around and found himself on the bed tucked into the blanket. A piercing pain shot through his head. Nothing made sense to him; he was supposed to have woken up on the terrace where he last remembered himself to have been, screaming himself out of his sleep. Although he had slept dreaming of her, how long could have his dream lasted anyway.? It was obvious that it was Geet who brought him to bed, but the thought that had him thinking was how had he slept so peacefully without even waking for a minute.? It was the most peaceful sleep he had in the last 2 years, the soundest one so far. A thought crossed his mind but he shoved it away immediately knowing he was thinking over those forbidden lines he had drawn for himself. It would only be pain beyond it. But again, how could he deny his hopes.? They were his only way to love through it. Losing to his curious heart, Maan walked towards the other side of the bed and caressed the mattress. How could he ever fail to recognize that presence of all, he could feel her presence on it. It had traces of a scent so sweet and alluring, that it could only hers. A smile formed up his lips, she had been there with him, making sure he slept peacefully. That was so Geet, always making sure others remain okay putting aside all her pain. He could never stop falling deeper for her, everytime he thought his love couldn't get deeper, it would leave him stunned. He closed his eyes in anger as the pain shot through his head again, he realized he had pushed himself off his drinking limits.!
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His hand reached up to her face to clean off the flour off her face. Geet closed her eyes as a response when his fingers touched her skin. A wave of numbness ran down her spine. She couldn't even blink her eyes open with the way her heart reacted to his touch.
Thank you for being there with me yesterday night Geet. I had a peaceful sleep after what felt like an eternity. I'm sorry you had to see me in one of my worst forms. Maan spoke in a low tone still wiping off the flour off her face. Geet's hand held the table top tighter when his fingers touched her lips. The feel was riling.!
Your breakfast is burning. He said in another low tone with a small smile on his lips, making her snap out of it. Her eyes snapped open but he wasn't there. Was she dreaming.? She looked at the gas top and groaned as he was right, her breakfast was burning. She wasn't dreaming and he was very much with her, because of which her heart was hyperventilating. No matter how much ever she tried, he would always effect her, be it physically or emotionally. It was only going to become more prominent all the while he would be around her now.!
Edited by ..AnushaGeet.. - 11 years ago
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