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My darling

My darling

MOONSOON

 The monsoon lashed against the windowpanes, drumming a rhythm that mirrored the nervous flutter in her chest. Today was the day she’d confess her feelings to him, her childhood friend and the melody that played in her heart.

They’d grown up together, chasing butterflies in the fields, sharing secrets under the starlight sky, and whispering dreams in the monsoon breeze. But lately, the whispers had transformed into unspoken longing, the stolen glances lingered longer and the butterflies in her mind took flight whenever his hand brushed hers.

As the rain subsided, painting the world in vibrant green, she found him under their favourite tree, its branches adorned with glistening raindrops. Hesitantly, she confessed, her words tumbling out like the monsoon itself, a torrent of emotions she couldn’t hold back any longer.

His eyes mirroring the storm-washed sky, he listened intently, a smile playing on his face. He spoke then, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder, confessing that the melody of her laughter had always been his favourite soundtrack. Their hands met, a spark igniting between them, warmer than the sun that peeked through the clouds.

Their love story unfolded like the monsoon itself, passionate and unpredictable. They danced under the first downpour, their laughter echoing through the streets. They shared stolen kisses under the shade of the tree, the raindrops whispering their secrets. Every touch and glance was a monsoon shower, washing away inhibitions and bringing them closer.

But like the monsoon, their love faced its share of storms. Doubts, societal expectations and whispered disapproval threatened to dampen their spirits. Yet, they held onto each other, their love as strong as the tree that had witnessed their bond grow.

They fought for their love, hand in hand, their hearts beating in unison with the rhythm of the rain. And when the sun finally shone through, brighter than ever, it was a testament to their unwavering love, a love that had weathered the storm and emerged stronger, like the vibrant green landscape washed clean by the monsoon.

Like the melody of the monsoon, their love story would forever be etched in their hearts, a reminder of the courage it takes to love, the strength they found in each other and the beauty that blooms even after the storm.

Comments

What a lyrical love story. Beautiful!
ellie said…
So Rich are you words! Thanks so much!
snobe casamang said…
Thanks Mrtha jane, ellie and Caitlin'nMegan for reading my story and liking it, thanks a lot for your beautiful encouraging words.

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