By Yogita Khandge
“It is you, isn’t it?” He smiles in the darkness as he gets a whiff of red roses in spite of the antiseptic and iodoform. He remembers the blue kingfisher shedding a shower of diamonds from its wings, skimming the waters, as they watched.
“It’s been a while,” he continues. “I missed you.” He feels the warmth of soft hands as she gently removes the needles sticking in his veins. His heart still flutters at her touch. At last, he is able to move.
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Massive heart attack rules the autopsy report. But they all wonder about the smile on his lips.
Wonderful! Very well written!!
Thank you so much ?
Gentle, superb.
Very nice! Love the ending.
Brilliant little love story.
Sweet and tender. Love it!
Good story. Enjoyed it very much.