Loving You Is A Risky Game
But what they say, the more patience we take, the sweeter the fruit we receive.
In utter fear, she keeps staring at me. Her wide-eyed look is flashing horror in them. She is not even blinking.
I notice a drop of sweat coming from her head and traveling down to her eyes. It rests on her eyelash, making it heavier. She seems to struggle in keeping her eyes open but all her tactics go in vain when she has to blink because of her heavy eyelashes.
Taking the chance, I reached her at this moment. And the moment she opens her eyes, she notices me in front of her, so close to her.
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