Setting: DURING THE PARTY.
RED.
She was wearing red today.
Red Saree adjourned with minimal jewellery and beautiful hair bun. How did she manage to look this simple and this graceful in just a saree, while everyone else around her tried to look different and chic, she only wore what she wished and was comfortable in. He didn’t know where she gets her confidence from and he loved it about her.
Among many other things.
How many shots did he drink because he was pretty sure he couldn’t never admit all this to himself while being sober.
These drinks were clouding his mind and all he could think of was one certain person moving around him, smiling and occasionally laughing with her family.
Suddenly the party was in dancing mode and everybody was grooving. Obviously not her. It was not her thing and Kunal knew it.
It was suffocating for him too, as he tried to move away he came face to face with Her.
Beautiful.
That was what he could think of.
Only beautiful.
She was beautiful.
They were so close, too close for Kunal’s comfort. His heart wasn’t beating normal and his mind was intoxicated. Everything was too blur and hazy for him to register except for the fact that she was so close to him, looking at him with those concerned eyes.
He knew she was concerned for him, damn it; always for others. Never for herself. She kept everyone over herself and he hated that.
He scanned her face, the softness of her natural face was radiating from the almost non-existent makeup she had put on.
He was intoxicated.
Yes.
That’s why he couldn’t stop looking at her and moving his eyes all over her face.
So soft.
So delicate.
Kunal wondered what would happen if he gently touched her eyes, her always straight nose in anger, her .. lips. Just as his eyes went on her lips they were pulled apart by her and he came back to his senses.
Damn you alcohol!
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