Lost in the ocean of your blue eyes

“It’s going to be alright” he patted her cheek. “I’m with you” he entwined his hands with hers.

“Just hope so.. ” she said as she looked at their entwined hands. A feeling of satisfaction in her. For whenever he was with her, she felt secure.

“Did I tell you that you look beautiful?” he kissed her hand. His lips lingered there for a brief moment before he pulled away.

“Your lips didn’t but your eyes did and you know, eyes speak louder than words. ” she looked in his bluish gray orbs as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His reflex action was to wrap his arms around her tiny and petite waist.

True it is, eyes are the mirror to one’s soul.

“Do you find my eyes attractive? ” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I always did and I still do. Your kanji aankhen speak a lot more than words will ever do. Whenever I look in your eyes, I get lost in the ocean of your blue eyes. They reflect love and care for me”

He started to play with her hair, “How could you love me so much? “

” It’s because of you that I have overcome the trauma I was in;set free from the cage. The 6 years back me would have not been able to confess it because of fear but now I have learnt to overcome my fears. I have learnt it from you” she said tenderly.

“I’m glad you have finally become what you were destined to be, bold and fierce”

“I don’t know Shivaay how to tell you, how much I love you because I think words will never be enough to capture the feelings I have for you”

“You know Anika, whenever you confess your feelings for me, I fall in love with you all over again. I feel blessed to have a wife like you, a soul mate like you”

They stared at each other lovingly. Even the silence felt so comforting. There has never been any space for awkwardness between them.

He leaned closer to her and she closed her eyes in anticipation. They both wanted if after the revelation of the odious truth.

After being deceived by their loved ones, they had found solace in each others company.

His hot breath fanned her face. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Of course, it wasn’t the first time they were going to kiss but the magic was still same. Their feelings for each other were still so strong.

He pressed his lips gently on hers she responded equally. Her hands reached for his hair, grabbing him more closer. She wanted more. He tried to pull her even closer as if it was possible.

It was the sweetest kiss of their life and probably the most memorable one.

“Every kiss shared with you has touched my soul” he pecked her lips.

“Every moment shared with you has healed my broken heart.”

“You know that you are the best thing that happened to me, don’t you? ” he tucked the lock of hair behind her ear.

“Uh-hmm and just for you to know, the feeling are mutual”

A loud thud of something breaking, snapped them back to reality.

“Aarohi” they boy yelled as they thought about their four year old, who was probably busy in breaking things right now. They ran to their daughter, who was in the kitchen and busy in eating her ice cream.

The ice cream was smeared all over her face. She looked too cute would be an understatement.

They couldn’t help but smile. He picked Aarohi in his arms, “Daddy” she squealed, “Why do you have mumma’s  lipstick on your shirt? ” she pointed to his collar.

“Phail gaya raita” he muttered as he had no answer to the question his daughter asked, staring him innocently.

He had no clue how he was going to answer her.

I know this was extremely cliché but it’s okay. Let me know what you feel about this.