Sahib stopped his practice when he heard soft footsteps behind him. He didn't even had to turn around to know who the person was. He grabbed the white clothe hanging on the branch of banyan tree to wipe the sweat off his face. Their eyes met the umpteenth time when he turned around. A sense of tranquility washed her body as his dark orbs bored in her own eyes. How Sahib's presence enough made her feel loved and wanted was beyond her understanding. She took a small step towards him, blinking her eyes to get rid of the dust that had gone in her eyes.
Sahib could see her red eyes and tear strain cheeks. She was crying. Sahib concluded in his mind as he gently held her face amid his palms, making her to close her eyes in peace. She felt his breath fanning her cheeks, the sudden engulf of war
