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This is from Kria's pv before our hot elevator scene...
His eyes spoke of a love that never dies,
of the smell of rain with the onset of the monsoon.
of the first ray of sun that says hello,
of a never-ending thirst on a dry hot day,
of songs of long-lost lovers who can never meet,
of the pink blush of newly-made bride
of the multi-coloured hues of the rainbow in a rain
of lush green meadows and of sparkling blue skies
of unbridled passion that rises above the flames,
and then
I took shelter in his arms...
Pocket Mein Aasman
Cricket
Ganesh Kartikeya
