Chapter-35

One heart. One life. And he was ready to sacrifice both for her only to see her smile. Strange how she was becoming his love, his affections, his senseless talks, his emotions. She was immersed in him, and there was nothing in him that belonged to him anymore. Maverick was a goner. Sucker for her. Every victory and defeat ended with her. He could see her in every phrase of the word in the documents he read for hours, in every ray of sun. He scoffed. How poetic for a man who did not believe in all this bullshit.

Maverick took another puff of his cigar as he looked at the sky. The moonlight was not so captive before as it was tonight. And then he looked over his shoulder at her sleeping frame. It was as though the moon himself was stealing glances from her. And then little scene from a movie, the slow breeze hummed in his ears as if it carried her essence. What sort of intoxication was that? And then he realised. He had lost so much of himself in her that it was now too late for regret