The sun rose from the horizon, lighting up the sky into shades of blue and yellow. The rays peeked through the curtains, illuminating the balcony like a glowing lamp amid the serene darkness.
Meenakshi flitted her eyes open and turned her head to find a pair of dark black orbs looking down at her. Their enticing beauty touched the gravest pits of her soul, engulfing her into its soothing warmth.
When I look into your eyes, I see the prayers of the Almighty, the very first rays of hope.
His lips curved into a beautiful smile.
"Good morning."
For the world, it's the sunrise, for me you are my morning of love and hope.
She reciprocated his heartwarming smile, the very hue of red painted on the canvas of her cheeks.
"Good morning. Slept well?"
"Never better."
