The Night After The Storm

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The gale had slowed after what seemed like eternity. The entire surrounding was filled with dust that flew from faraway places with trees swaying dangerously, windows and doors banging, bringing the entire traffic to a halt.

On the contrary to the mayhem outside the inside was pretty serene with just the two sipping late night coffee. He was admirably dressed in an evening robe and she was looking like a seductress in her black camisole.

Seated across the table both the two were oblivious to the mayhem outside. Words had become superfluous as eyes did all the talking. Both continued to stare at eachother without even blinking an eyelid. Such was their ardour for eachother that lifting the coffee mug, sipping and putting it back on the table became mechanical. They only concentrated upon eachother.

While they kept holding eachother’s gaze, their feet began a furtive flirtatious caressing. Just a touch of his feet was enough to arouse her, arouse her in a way that no one could have ever. Her pulsating face became a dash of glowing emerald that left a wickedly sheepish smile.

‘Thinking of me honey?’ asked a playful Aban coming from behind and placing his mug of coffee on the table. But she didn’t reply. A pat on her back brought her back from her trance.

Aban placed the chair opposite to hers and sat. Coming straight from the shower he was dressed in an evening robe without even scrubbing his body. His damp hair and body left a cast on her as her heart skipped a beat.

Silence reigned.

Words became superfluous as eyes did all the talking. Both continued to stare at eachother without even blinking an eyelid. Such was their ardour for eachother that lifting the coffee mug, sipping and putting it back on the table became mechanical. They only concentrated upon eachother.

Things were happening exactly similar to what she was dreaming off and she did realize it.

‘Aha.. my sixth sense is working’! She exclaimed to herself with caution enough to suppress her excitement as she had not revealed it to Aban about her talent.

But her naughty mind decided to test her talent further.

She continued to stare at him without blinking her eyelids for that perfect concentration to know his next move.

But little did she know that even Aban was equal to her task as he acted in exactly similar way in which her sixth sense told her. You can term it as God’s gift for his impeccable understanding of his wife and her thought process or probably selfless and eternal love for his wife. Whatever it is, Aban certainly made sure that her so called sixth sense never failed.

Without wasting any time Aban rose from his chair, came closer to her and with a glee on his face said,’ Are you ready for the storm darling?’

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There are stories and then there are love stories. There are love stories and then there are special love stories. As it is rightly said “Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.

Aban and Ada’s Love story is the special one where there is selfless love for eachother.

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