“Yes she
loves me”. Sameer couldn’t believe it was real. Shikha had finally confessed
her love for him.
And here
they were on their first date. Giving them company was “Hamara Bajaj” and a
soft drizzle.
Shikha,
sitting on the back seat of the scooter, had accelerated her dream engine and
was already time travelling to “lived happily ever after” tomorrows.
She saw
the rear glass, and caught Sameer’s eyes. That look and the endearing smile
told a million tales.
Vrroommm…
came the crash and she was robbed of everything, but the shadow of his smile,
to haunt her forever.
This is in response to the below prompt:
