A Hamartia of Love...

What is right? What is wrong? Who have decided these things? In this so-called civilized world… were on every other turn, wrong becomes right and what was true proved to be wrong…

Where people are still trying to figure out what are those words to define love… what are those action which will prove their love…

There, he forgot all the worldly matters… all his problems and the thoughts of solution to those problems… his eyes where fixed on her face those big, brown magical eyes which spoke more than what her mouth could ever say.

He took a step closer… she was still in the middle of her fable… moving her hands… and head while narrating her tale on a babble…

He took another step closer… pushed the lock of her hairs behind her ears, he pearls earring shining in the dark, under the streetlight… he bent forward and planted a kiss on her tender lips…

How long has he waited for this? How strong was that urge to do this? His heart skipped a beat… he took a step back. The palms of his hands were sweaty… He looked at her face, her eyes bigger than ever and her mouth half open… now he was in fear…

She kept looking in the same direction. Has she been imagining this, or has he really done what he had done… Why has he done this now? What was the need for this? Were she was halfway about deciding.

Deciding whether she has to be with him for love… or leave him by ending everything for her loved once… How will she bend the reality of her life to live the life which she has imagined to be with him…

He touched her on the shoulder and called her by her name. They looked into each other eyes… a strange silence lingered in the air…

"Everything is true, nothing was ever a speck of contempt… what I have for you in my heart is true. What I feel for you is real. We are bounded by the time and the odd reality… I don’t want to steal you from your loved ones… but I do want to be with you in every possible fragment. It’s not the pleasure that I seek from you but the comfort and the feeling of just being that I have, when you are around me…" he said.

She was quiet, which was unusual in all these days which he was with her and what he knew. She held his hand and looked at him…

But he took away his hand… “I was that drop of ink which spoiled you… I was the smear for my own moon… I can't build my castle with your ruins… it will be better if this love does not bloom…” he said and walked away.

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