
Arnav found her on the moonlit terrace, leaning languidly by the rails, her white floral saree drifting through the warm summer breeze. She was running her fingers through her long tresses while gently tapping her anklet-clad foot.
She felt his presence and tilted her face to him halfway - the coconut leaves cast most alluring shadows on her glowing form. Stroking her arms, he whispered into her ears. Her skin flushed, breaking into goosebumps, and he caught a glimpse of the most beautiful smile.
She leaned back, twining her arms around his neck. He inched forward to catch her lips.
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