Vansh’s POV for Riddhima:
Was just scrolling through some of my pending work files when got her text.
The mention of her bame is syk soothing and i dont know from where she has that fragrance of tulip flowers in her long veiling hair that penetrates kilometers and reach my 6th floor.
Well slidilng the call button took no moments and her slow whispers were another encounter, I am unable to describe in words.
And the soft chuckles she bring on my face by the wprds of her.
Her face,she hid via her soft scarf,sliding which to encounter her mesmerising eyes and her expressions.And her poses
Handling me her camera and running to get her photographs clicked and then her slow anger rising in the sunshine’s intense heat,touching.
Penetrating me ,my beats,many times.Am unable to breathe thinking about her cruel her departure is,leaving me with shattered hopes topped over by thr feeble light coming from the front door when every knock for me is just an indication that she is there for wrapping her arms around me and for me to wrap her.
And the aromatic candles scent pierced by her own fragrance and her chirpy endless talks and the curvature of her lips,sliding of her hair strands to back as they perhaps disturbed her in her,talks,endless ,telling me that end doesn’t exist.
And yes her fingers, speaking much more than her words and her eyes.
Enough for reflecting her heart.
And her heart.
My beats united with hers.
Rhythmically united for merging our souls,in the flickering lights and never ending talks.