"You're an art," he said genuinely, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gazed at me. My cheeks flushed, and I smiled widely, feeling my heart skip a beat.
The song continued to play softly in the background, its melodic loop weaving a spell around us. "Hum tum kitnai paas..kitni..." The lyrics seemed to resonate deep within our souls.
I leaned in closer, resting my head on his shoulder. He enveloped my hand in his, our fingers intertwining in a gentle grasp. Empty tea glasses sat forgotten on either side of us, a testament to the moment's tranquility. His low, soothing hum blended with the music, creating a sense of harmony.
"I think I have a white heart," I shared, my voice barely above a whisper. He stopped humming, his attention shifting fully to me.
"What do you think is the color of love?" I asked, curiosity sparkling in my eyes.
He pondered for a moment before responding, "I think it's colorless." His words held a depth that intrigued me.
"Yeah, kind of colorless," I agreed. "That's why I said my heart is white. It's like a light, a quiet glow within me. I can feel it, a gentle warmth that radiates from my very being."
He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, maybe it's white. That's why you can't see me in it." I giggled, playfully dismissing his suggestion. "I have black blood," I teased.
He chuckled, his smile warm and knowing. "You're an art," he repeated, his voice filled with conviction.
"In that case," I replied with a grin, "you're an art too." Our shared laughter hung in the air, a joyful affirmation of our connection.
Our intertwined hands told a story of their own, some vibrant hues of contrasting skin tones blending in perfect harmony. It was as if our hands were painting a masterpiece, one that reflected the beauty of our bond.
"Seems like we're also the artists," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. My cheeks flushed again, but I didn't shy away. His words stirred something deep within me.
The song continued to swirl around us, the violin's gentle echo weaving our hearts together. In that moment, time stood still, and the world outside melted away. We were lost in our own little universe, where love knew no colors, only the beauty of our shared art.
The song continued to play softly in the background, its melodic loop weaving a spell around us. "Hum tum kitnai paas..kitni..." The lyrics seemed to resonate deep within our souls.
I leaned in closer, resting my head on his shoulder. He enveloped my hand in his, our fingers intertwining in a gentle grasp. Empty tea glasses sat forgotten on either side of us, a testament to the moment's tranquility. His low, soothing hum blended with the music, creating a sense of harmony.
"I think I have a white heart," I shared, my voice barely above a whisper. He stopped humming, his attention shifting fully to me.
"What do you think is the color of love?" I asked, curiosity sparkling in my eyes.
He pondered for a moment before responding, "I think it's colorless." His words held a depth that intrigued me.
"Yeah, kind of colorless," I agreed. "That's why I said my heart is white. It's like a light, a quiet glow within me. I can feel it, a gentle warmth that radiates from my very being."
He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, maybe it's white. That's why you can't see me in it." I giggled, playfully dismissing his suggestion. "I have black blood," I teased.
He chuckled, his smile warm and knowing. "You're an art," he repeated, his voice filled with conviction.
"In that case," I replied with a grin, "you're an art too." Our shared laughter hung in the air, a joyful affirmation of our connection.
Our intertwined hands told a story of their own, some vibrant hues of contrasting skin tones blending in perfect harmony. It was as if our hands were painting a masterpiece, one that reflected the beauty of our bond.
"Seems like we're also the artists," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. My cheeks flushed again, but I didn't shy away. His words stirred something deep within me.
The song continued to swirl around us, the violin's gentle echo weaving our hearts together. In that moment, time stood still, and the world outside melted away. We were lost in our own little universe, where love knew no colors, only the beauty of our shared art.