Yet another micro tale!

He gazed.

She stared.
Their hands met unconciously like it was bound to happen. Like it was a reflex action. Like they were empty without the other. It met, entwined. Fingers filling the space of one another. Making them whole.

One soft yet another callous. Perhaps it was their unique cosmos that they created for themselves which had no rules; no rationalism; no doubts; no enviousness. Just pure integrity love.

In order to fit themselves in, they created their own little world that had only pure notions and unenforceable and unendable love which existed only in their dictionary.

As their eyes met, they shimmered just like of stars. Twirling thoughts met as they came closer until no space was left between them.
His large bulky hand came at the back of her head, tugging the hair tie downwards for the immaculate tresses to came apart as his fingers curled in those silky smooth mane, he came to love so much. His enthalled eyes glittered in the mild light of the small lounge as he peered lovingly at her spotless fair face that held something closer to admiration.

Tugging the untamed tresses behind her ear, he caressed the edge of her head gently. Almost brushing them with affection.
Upon his unseen keen, she pouted while peering at his impassive visage with small frown in her:

‘Why did you do that?’

‘I like it more when it is opened for me pull out those mane the way I like it in my vicious grip,’ he drawled.

And as the result he saw her small frown deepened with her doe like eyes narrowed while his lips curled up into a very small but sure smile at his own grim humour.

— Saumya Tripathi!

#Sophisticated_me.