"...is enjoying the Amazing feeling of having a dazzling ring on her finger..." Dazzling !! The word has caught her like fever. Everywhere she would see the ring. Bright dazzling but most of the times its her own Gold simple ring with a lil diamond in the center. Another ring ceremony. You can't escape, someone giggles inside, but not without a strange solemnity. How it would feel like when the ring feels the finger. The forbidding temptation. The ring the ring... dreams of ring... may be she was going mad or perhaps the fears had found another way out. She was really afraid of losing the charm of ring. She was afraid, one day after she wore the ring, she will feel deadly exhausted from bearing the excitement for so long. Imitation wears off soon or lately. But let that be for now. The ring shines in her little eyes. She has got to see a dream.
Red-green-yellow. Lights. Lights off. Silence. The night and owl stories. Lust. Loneliness. He called up. Late in the night and remained silent until he could sleep. She listened to his silence and the monster who wanted to drink blood, not rain. He was not in love. He was honest enough to tell her. She was happy to read him, blindly. The script was being written. She read many... many more.... At times, she prayed to be saved. At times, she got tangled. Then he held her hand, showed her love... She searched for keys. Hastily. Gasping. Pressing. Backspace. DEL. Esc.
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