Holding endless expectations, limitless affection in their lives, praying no evil eye cast on their home, they restarted.

Carrying dreams, the promises, the long lost love, holding each other’s hands, they lived with their purest affection.

One fine morning, during breakfast, Zariah’s elbow inclined on the table.

Chin on her palm to stare at the man who was using his phone while eating his toast.

‘How could someone be this beautiful? Or are my eyes made to stare at them?’ She thought with a giggle.

Staring as if he was the greatest blessing, the most precious chattel of her life- he damn was.

Soon noticing her eyes drowned in him,...