I looked at the beauty sleeping beside me. My hands went under my head as I changed my angle to have a good look at her. Her face held no makeup and yet she looked like an angel. Her hair was all messed up while only her face was visible. Her hair covered her shoulder.
Her naked shoulder.
Her that beautiful and delicate small fist which were holding my shoulder for support last night and had that ring always which I gifted her on the day of our marriage though I was forced to was now holding the silk duvet keeping it close to her chest. Yet her back was exposed. I could see her golden air rising up due to cold. My hands crawled and I covered her properly.
I wanted to touch her cheeks but I couldn't.
I asked her not to touch me then how can I do the same?
But my heart said differently
