Not a Serendipity!

Sometimes you meet someone and even though you never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favorite color. Ever seen these brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice them at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach. They just turn into a sunset of their own.

Her parents always warned her about drugs sold on the street, but never ever they warned her about the ones with deep brown eyes and a heartbeat. 

And here he is, he has these beautiful eyes, the kind you can get lost in and guess what? She just did! It’s so ironic, how she looks at him hoping for him to look back at her. But when their eyes actually meet, she looks away because she doesn’t want him to see how fast she is falling in love with him.

He felt familiar, from the moment she met him. A lovely sort of déjà vu. Whether they speak or laugh or dance she becomes overwhelmed by the powerful sensation that she have been here before. Every time he calls out her name, it’s like the world explodes into thousand stars. Little stars spreading warmth throughout the cold night sky.

For her, “It’s not about finding something wild to tame but something wild to run with.”

When she is with him, she realizes that she is not waiting for him to be a beautiful rainbow she could ever see, because his rain is just as beautiful. She likes to listen to his raindrop lullaby and like to look into his cloudy, green eyes. Even if she previously said they looked brown. 

She keeps telling herself to remember the song that was playing when their first kiss happened, but when she felt his lips gaze hers’, she couldn’t even remember to breath. She felt the energies of a thousand lives on their lips, like both of their souls have been waiting since ages for this moment. He makes her dizzy. There are so many butterflies in her stomach that makes her lose her appetite.

The way he kisses her, makes sparks fly. “You’re going to leave a scar I can feel it.But the warmth you bring is so safe, I can’t leave you”, she justifies herself.

Because she believes, “anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.”

Their second kiss or for that matter every kiss after, had him claiming her mouth again, robbing her of all thought with a rich, heady caress. All she wanted was to be closer to him, to be held more firmly. And as though he could read her thoughts, he gathered her closer, deepening the kiss. His heat consumed her, his soft, teasing lips seemed to know all her secrets. When he lifted his mouth from hers’, she had lost all her strength. And under her sensual gaze all she could remember as to why they say that —

“Kisses, they should leave you wanting.”


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    1. Shefalika Upadhyay

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