THE UNUSUAL DEMAND
“Hello,” Komal mumbled and clutched the strap of her bag pack tight. Her shoulder-length hairs blew with a strong gust of monsoon wind, similar to a wave of the ocean in a rainy night, providing her with a dangerous yet enthralling look as she stared deep in his dark orbs, not missing any single emotion floating in his eyes. For a moment, everything paused around her; the floating wind, the chirping birds, the moving water and the tickling of the clock. Everything around them stood still as they stared at each other with thunderous emotions pumping in their heart.
“How are you, my love?” Vihaan asked. He took steps forward and stood at a hand distance from her. His tall frame hovered above her short one, making her take a frightened step back; meanwhile, he continued
