Swati's POV -
His alluring voice pulls me into his emotions. I feel a deeper connection to his soul. Slowly I place my quivering hands on his scar tracing it to his waistband where it stops. He looks at me with his beautiful eyes held with longing for me. Who is this man? Why is he here? Why do I feel this connection? There are many a question that arises in my mind with no one to answer to.
His rugged hands slowly move towards my wet cheeks while he wipes out the droplets of emotions from my cheeks with the back of his finger. I smile at his gesture and he smiles back at me. To look at his complete form better I turn around completely my gaze on the ground and when I look up.
There is no one standing behind me.
I look all over the living room to find no one present. My handbag is ly
