Friday, November 26, 2010

Passion fruit ..

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She threw the glass on the door as he left the room , a shattering sound was heard and it scattered into a thousand pieces .  

Sometimes small issues ignite a big fight . And though the issue is not the real cause of fight, still it gets all the blame.

People say they are an unusual couple, fighting through love, and loving through fights.
Even when they are together, sometimes the lovemaking gets so intense that is passes all boundaries of  passion , to say the least .
And when the silence prevails, its those pity issues, which come into picture .
Its like the low moment of a trip . When you think you have sobered up , the awkward silence prevails , and in a moment you are back in the groove.

Sitting by the couch , resting her head on her arms she was asking herself  why she went against everyone  to be with this bastard .

She realized how much she hates him , how annoying it is to be under the same roof .
He doesn’t care to remember dates, he has a hundred lies to tell, he even didn’t care remembering their marriage anniversary , let alone her birthday . He is so self-centered .

One hour later he arrived , sat besides her and tried to wrap her in his arms ,only to be shook off in anger.  He realized it wouldn’t be easy .

He reached to open the window , it had rained outside, the smooth breeze glided in smoking through his shirt , carrying the cologne she loved .

She felt a sudden rush through her , a rush that  that was not just about anger but also about burning desire and passion . She raise her head , the eyes met , he recognized the look .
And…

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