The bonfire crackled sending small disappearing sparks into the dark clear sky. A light chill breeze surrounded the warm flames creating a cozy atmosphere.
Situated on a wooden bench in the corner, Nagma watched as the group of teenagers drooled at Rudra who sat in the center with a guitar; with Aditya and Darshan beside him who also had a guitar. Something about men with guitars huh?
Soft music danced through the air as Aditya's soft yet strong voice, caused goosebumps. For a nineteen year old he had one of the best voices that she had heard. The slow love song, floating through the still night, made the gathering sway to the beat.
Eyes transfixed on the flames, Madhav ignored the looks being passed to him by Nagma. His ignorance pricked her, she wondered if she deserved it or was her self pity unjustified?
