When true love blooms, eyes speak the language of love more than mouth and silences express more than words ever can.
Khushi forwarded the stone-studded intricately carved out box of vermillion placed in her hand towards Arnav, whose eyes were tracing her shivering form with eyes misted with love and remorse.
" Make me yours again, by filling my partition, Arnav." Khushi's gazes voiced out to Arnav, while Arnav's eyes only asked questions.
He took the lid of the box from her other hand to close it, but refusal was what he got. Khushi nodded in negative, while her body language and her respect filled eyes, pleaded him to make her his, forever with her acquiescence this time.
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