"Saints and Sinners"_Part 6 ☆

                                    

                                          
She gaped while he gawked. ♥
The moment turned erratic, while her heartbeats accelerated indefinitely, finally coming to a stop for a moment.
With every moment, he was restlessly and
intentionally diving deeper in her iris.
She was no less than a divine manifestation, and Randhir's heart suffered major conformational changes.
It jumped. It leaped. It hobbled. And
finally came to a stop.
Her insolent naivete went into doldrums.Her mockpride sarcasm swooped out of her system.
'Cause there was this man who needed her
company, and not sarcasm.
With a petite pointed nose, and eyes that
reflected emotions, Randhir beheld the facial pulchritudinous looks of an Adonis from the Aryan dynasty.
Emotions bantered within them, as his scorching eyes burbled ripples in her plasma.
Her suave decency numbed his senses and nudged his blood-pumping organ, until he felt like losing control.
The belle infront had every control on his
invading emotions and intruding hormones, leading to a disheveled mindset.
Randhir could have never imagined that just a party would bring out an aberration in his monotonous survival like this.
Sanyukta Agarwal was known for her cocky
outbursts and sinful commitments.
And there was this man who grabbed her soul and not just her attention.
Those wild orbs, screaming for undivided
attention, and exuding serenity, had immensely claimed her tremulous insides.
Sudden influx of vivid memories and explicit realisations crumpled her soul, as she kept gazing at the man infront.
With those hazel orbs coupled with that sizzling smile and that aromatic cologne, Randhir redefined absolute excellence.
Till today, plastic surgeons haven't been able to rival God, and Randhir was a clear plethora of emotions served in a hot meal.
"Beautiful"
The word slipped out of his tongue, even before he could realise the gravity of the situation, and he did feel a tug beneath his shirt right where that blood-pumping organ was located.
While the others ogled at her curvaceous waistline, he preferred to plunge deep in those pool of emotions flashing on her tremulous orbs.
She was a Fighter, and that was quite evident from her face.
The wild bygone scarred her soul to pieces, yet she fumbled to maintain a dignified persona, while Randhir's countenance broke her insides.
She was overwhelmingly affected by his presence, while the girl in front had already captured his eyes and claimed his soul, just as Parth had foreseen.
"Hearts are wild organs.That is why there are rib cages surrounding it." ♥ ♥
That pair of honey-soaked orbs bore an uncanny resemblance with her past.
How could she forget that pair of eyes?
There was a time when those were the domicile of all her delight, and now this pair evoked unhindered sentiments, that though imbibed life into her system; made her feel hollow as well.
It felt as though somebody was sucking out all pleasure and life from her system.Her vivacity had truly gone ashtray.
Randhir stood rooted, examining her
unfathomable expressions, perturbed by his own involvement.
And then in a moment, it all happened.
He lost his heart to someone unknown, yet very familiar.
The situation reached an impasse, when she could hold on no more.
"Excuse me."
Her voice, though hoarse, had an innate melody, that churned his soul.
Pressing a hanky over her mouth, she rushed out to the loo, while he stood there in horror, quite petrified at the effect he seemed to have on her.
Until Next Time.
Signing off,
Aishi ♡☆