Sunday, 23 April 2017

hot spot

he was the last person to think a streak of red powder on his cheek would completely throw him. fill him with a longing. remind him of faraq kyun padta hai... a girl by a poolside, a desire within. but then he had touched her innocent cheek with the red. contact. he had severed it with all his anger and disillusionment. how it surged back without even a moment's notice, no time to think, you've got to feel, now. intense. she reached out with tentative fingers and smeared him with red. a mingling of touch and turbulence, he couldn't stay calm, unmoved. not while the colour scorched skin, the powder was incendiary. he reached and let his fingers get burnt.


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