Neha was now sitting over the bed in Indian style and her tear-filled gaze was fixed on her lap.
Black was in her beauty, her eyes, her expression, and the past when she was trying to save him from his men.
He raised his palm and put it over her cheek,
Her skin was so soft, and her face had the innocent of a toddler.
He brushes his thumb on her lips,
And sucked a sharp deep breath.
With tear-filled eyes, she looked into his eyes.
"Can I ask you something? " She asked,
Black was a little taken aback by her words, as since they were together she usually try to avoid him.
For a few seconds, he didn't say anything to her, but his muteness was killing her internally.
"What is it...?" He finally asked, wiping her tears once again, and tucking her gorgeous hair behind her ear.
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