The Rule
She leaned down slightly, her fingers brushing those fallen strands back, smoothing them gently away from his eyes.
“You are still beautiful,” she said, eyes glistening with emotion. “Even with these eyes.”
A tender smile tugged at his lips. “Your eyes find me beautiful,” he said. “If you did not… there would be nothing in me but darkness.”
He cupped her waist a little more firmly now, not pulling but anchoring himself there.
“I need your light, Inayat. Always. I want to bask in it. Dwell in it. You are the lamp of my soul, and your God — He made you perfectly.”