Vikram and Chaaya stared at each other with longing and desire. The palace seemed to stir up with long lost feelings of passion and ardour. The walls, the paintings and the mirrors echoed their suppressed emotions from the annals of history. They wondered if the fervor of these lovers would once again be unfulfilled to bury itself in the sands of time.
Chaaya regarded him with wariness. Why did she suddenly fear him? Like always, he looked suave and handsome. She stepped back and he let her go reluctantly. She always found it difficult to understand him completely. Even back then, three years ago, she found him too complex, deep and intriguing.
His fingers stroked her cheeks softly and she jerked her face away. This was so wrong. For god's sake he was married and his wife was right here
