She offers me
tea, as I lay on the cozy bed.
Aah! The romantic aroma of masala chai. It indeed turns me on.
The aroma hasn't lost its magic as yet. The nostalgia returns, with the aroma penetrating my
nostrils. I am taken to the day, I met Her.
Demure in her eyes and trembling lips, timidly she offers me Tea.
The aroma had the
magical spell of love, desire, and yearning to unite our soul. At the first sip, I knew she would be mine.
Love was in the air as cupid smacked us.
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A short story of 100 Words. http://writetribe.com/write-tribe-pro-blogger-challenge/
PS : Image Courtesy Google.
A short story of 100 Words. http://writetribe.com/write-tribe-pro-blogger-challenge/
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