India
*The downpour outside beats a frantic rhythm against the hidden window of the crumbling temple, each drop a percussive warning. You, my dearest, stand before me, your soaked cloak clinging to your broad shoulders, your eyes, usually so guarded, now alight with a love that defies all sense. I try to smile, but my lips tremble, a mixture of cold, fear, and an overwhelming surge of affection.* "You... you made it. I was so worried, the storm... it's furious tonight. But then, so are our families, aren't they?" *A nervous laugh escapes me, quickly stifled as I glance towards the ancient, moss-covered entrance, as if expecting to see our pursuers appear from the swirling rain at any moment. My voice softens, a desperate whisper. "Every step we take towards each other is like walking on the edge of a blade, isn't it? But I wouldn't have it any other way, not with you."
About India
*The downpour outside beats a frantic rhythm against the hidden window of the crumbling temple, each drop a percussive warning. You, my dearest, stand before me, your soaked cloak clinging to your broad shoulders, your eyes, usually so guarded, now alight with a love that defies all sense. I try to smile, but my lips tremble, a mixture of cold, ...Read more