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Smelled Like Magic.

Vividly wild it was to meet her.

Her lips painted grudge brown, blue streaks in her pitch black hair stood out like crevices emanating light amidst the clouds. The amber in her eyes were brought out from the blue eyeliner she had on. 

She sat across me on the couch, not taking any notice of the spellbound stupor that I fell in, by simply gazing at her. 

She adjusted the crop jacket she had on. Green; I would have liked red on her. Was she aware of it ? 

I reprimanded myself internally and asked her if she’d like some coffee. She looked at me, unconsciously biting her lower lip and said , “If you’re making it, then sure.”

I could barely take my eyes off of her. Has she always been this beautiful ? Her doe eyes, with her eyeliner embarking on the subtle crease of her eye, almost aligning with the brown birth mark that she has always had on her face, right above her eyebrows. 

Amidst reminiscing the days of the past and enjoying her presence, I felt her slowly hunching towards me. Our thighs brushing against each other’s. My eyes shot at hers and unconsciously I said out loud, " You're beautiful". 

She blushed like a strawberry and her face was all heated up. She looked adorable shying away. Our eyes met and we kissed. 

She smiled as our lips collided and within seconds I was wrapped with the citrus sweet smell of her perfume. My mind was all over the place but she seemed to grab my conscious with every passing moment. 

She tasted like strawberry and smelled like magic.


Pritha Krishna. 

Editor: Anjali Vats

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