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Hi guys. This is just a small try as to how Om might meet his girl 😳 Me and one of my friends were discussing about possible entries for Om's girl and then she came up with the rain idea. I made it like this as an OS. Do read and comment 😳
I am sorry if this hurts anyone's sentiments 😊
The sound of rain splattered heavily against the hard surfaces. It fell heavily on the upper ranges. Omkara enjoyed the sight of the grey clouds and the beauty of the rain that hit the Earth and joined the soil to make the green grass glisten in its evergreen beauty.
Rain gives beauty to the Earth.
Rain gives inspiration.
Rain gives solace.
These thoughts penetrated inside Om's mind as he closed his eyes and inhaled the smell of the rain mixed with Earth. The smell of the rain and the Earth joined to spread the start of a new season. A serene smile spread over his face as he felt the rain hit the shelter he was below with an angry force. He opened his smile to the deserted road that welcomed him with a peaceful remoteness. His eyes closed enjoying the peace when the peaceful silence was broken by the sound of anklets. He followed the sound of the payal to see a girl in the middle of the road with her back to him. She was wearing a yellow salwar. Her back was visible to him. He watched her as she knelt down and sat on the road. Her body shivered. He half-wanted to go and help her but then noticed that she was crying. It were her sobs that shook her petite frame. She looked artistic. He wondered as he watched her if he ever had seen something so petite and vulnerable. The rain did justice to her and her curves became prominent from her salwar. He watched her stand up and looked at her bare feet.
As smooth as velvet they should be, he thought. Fair feet ornamented with thin silver anklets. Those silver anklets jingling as she took a step. She turned and he peeped eagerly to have a look at her face. Who was this enchanting beauty, thought he again. Her hair swept on her face and he cursed the hair for blocking his way to enchantness. She swept the hair away as he took note of her hands. Soft, petite, milky hands with long fingers. Beautiful, he thought. She swept her hair away and he got a glimpse of her eyes. Those big slightly shaped eyes beautified with those slanting eyebrows. She looked at the sky and allowed the rain to hit her face. He watched in a trance as those drops made their way through her face, then neck and down her throat. He felt his own throat go dry and he imagined the skin of her throat and the softness of the flesh. It was an erotic moment for him as he stood hidden from the beauty staring at her shamelessly and taking in her every detail. She brought her face down and wiped her tears slowly. Brown eyes. Dark chocolate brown eyes. Perfect, he thought. Her sharp nose puffing out as she inhaled an exhaled. Soft pink lips as they trembled in the chilling cold. His eyes travelled south to where her breasts lay heaving at having run. He felt like the flame on watching the petite flower. He travelled up to her eyes. He wanted to catch a glimpse of the Angelic Beauty. He closed his eyes to savour the feel of her eyes. Her eyes haunted him magically. He opened his eyes to find the beauty gone. Gone.. He couldn't find her. His eyes travelled to every corner but she wasn't there. Eyes scrunched, he noticed the rain had made way for clear skies and started his journey back home.
Hands worked with a brush. Brush worked with the paint in the palet trying to get the right color. The artist in Omkara Singh Oberoi was out as he set working on capturing the beauty in his painting. Her eyes still haunted him. Those dark chocolate-colored brown eyes and those soft pink lips. He worked his way through the empty canvas as he made an outline for what he could remember. It was tuff work but he didn't budge. After an hour or so, the empty canvas was now a proud owner of a pair of dark chocolate brown eyes staring up at him seductively. It was a picture of a beautiful girl. Atleast what he could make out of her. It might or might not be her but it definitely close to her. He stared intensely at the potrait and went back to that memory. She was crying. But why.. Even those beautiful tears made her look beautiful. But that kind of beautiful wasn't meant for people like her. He closed his eyes wishing he could meet the beautiful enchantress once again.
I might make it into a full story if I get LIKES and COMMENTS.. So do go ahead 😳
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