Peach shaded shirt became the cynosure of my eyes, the crisp linen on his broad chested shoulders rolled up casually into his roque arms, fairly enjoying the cool quotient set by few buttons opened lurched by my heart to skip few beats. The peach fabric played naughty by lazily resting on his strong frame letting me get a peak of his amazing body that had slowly started leaning against mine!

Cafe Coffee Day

It was late evening that day, when finally we met again,the cold war between us was eminent in the form of ice tea on the table
the mad rush hour of the cafe couldn’t supress our voices that bellowed inside minds
the cushioned couches and the soft music lined a lot of creases on our forehead.
After a hour or so, a mumble came out,”He was not meant to be mine”…