Amongst the fragrant flowers they stood.He a little awkward,she a little bashful yet able to look at him.They had been asked to meet.A decision had to be made.Her lovely light brown eyes looked deep into his.He could not turn away his gaze.A shy smile curved up on her lips.He managed to turn away.In a voice of that held strength and respect...She heard...My brother follows the path of dharma.And I, follow him.I go where ever he goes.I walk beside him,At times behind him,And at times before him.He turned his gaze back to her.You understand they seemed to ask..She acknowledged with a slight nod.Her eyes never left hisHis piercing alert eyes, softened.She turned as her name was called.She bowed before she walked away.She looked back once more.Their eyes held.A soft tinge slowly crept up her cheeks.In her heart, a gentle flutter..His heart a missed beatBoth were stolen.From the grand window janak smiled.His second was also taken.
So beautifully written!
I was smiling after reading it, so sweet.