Falak||An Unusual Romance & The Mumbai Rain *updtd pg30* 13 AUG :P

It was Monday, a rainy monday. Seems like the God of Rain decides to make dance the dazzling drops on the dusty road of Mumbai for long time.

The 10km stretch leading from her house in Borivali to office at Andheri normally took her exactly 25 minutes to cover. Today however, something amiss. As she drove past the suburbs on her Scoty, she felt unusually restless. One after another umpteen disturbances surfaced; she had barely covered half the distance when it already seemed like she had been driving for eternity.

Cannot able to take more she droped her scoty in a nearby garage and started walking towards bus stop.

Rain started with a magical song of divine. Standing under a big blue umbrella, far from get wet; she cannot stop herself staring at the falling drops on black roads.

Slowly her hand went forward to catch falling drops. As soon as drops touched her milky skin, its began to realise all her discomfort.

Her fingers started dance along with falling drops. Her eyes softened and a small smile playing at the corner of her rosy lips. Her heart filled with warmth and her big doe like eyes reflect these perfectly.

She is lost, unware of two eyes from a black SUV, watching her. A small smile came to that lips at every action of her.

Her eyes fall on something & eyes became wide with surprise. A bunch of questions rised in her mind. Busy to answer them she failed to notice agressive steps towards her.

Broke from trance when she felt a strong arm around her waist. And the next step is enough to make her shocked to hell.

Felt a pair manly lips on her rosy petal lips, kissing her senselessly.

The whole Mumbai stoped for a while, witnessed the strange.

She tried to relise from the strong grip. But it enough hard to piss her against the broad chest.
Westing her all energy she finaly suceed to pull herself back from strong grip. Her face carried a shocked + worried expression on her face.

After whisper smthng and Winked at her, the steps went back leaving her in the middle of street, drenched from head to toe.

The arrange of words ringing in her ear like drum...

You Are Mine...

Should I Continue??

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