A short trip into Chapter Two: When you meet someone who mesmerizes you completely!!!

I was breathing hard as I felt my hand on something leathery. I shuddered and turned my face to look at my hand that strongly held something black and cloth like. I jerked to force myself away from whatever it was, but it was too strong to even let me move. Still I kept moving violently to break free.

“What are you doing, you’ll fall.”

I heard a soft, melodious voice from behind. It was so sweet and calm that it surprisingly sent vibrations of relaxation and security in me. The grip loosened a bit to give me room to turn around. I turned to face someone completely extraordinary, holding me in his arms.

Initially, I felt as if death had embraced me already and took me to the gates of heaven in the arms of an angel. He was astonishingly beautiful. His light brown silky hair shone in the sunlight, giving out a tinge of gold like a halo around his head. His forehead was broad and blissful contrasting with dark eyebrows. His eyes were deep, dark gray; a color so outstanding that nature could have never been able to blend such a hue again. His sharp features could make any woman fall for him and any man envious.

His pinkish lips were slightly parted in amusement and partial concern. His skin was olive colored and very smooth, with no sign of any tan. Its texture was too soft and glowing, as if it touched no sign of any earthly pollutants.

  “Are you all right?” The soft, musical voice rang in my ears. I kept staring at him like a dumb child seeing the moon for the first time.

He smiled in relief and I could notice a cute dimple on his left cheek. I wondered it was so biased that nature blessed someone with the bag full of beauty with no compromise on anything. That’s so unfair, it could have at least done some adjustment somewhere on his looks.

He was unmistakably an angel, yet immensely strong as I realized he was still holding me. I shuddered and he smiled and loosened his grip around my waist. He turned mischievously and looked at my left hand and I followed his gaze realizing I was still holding his jacket sleeve tightly. I blushed and let it go.

He moved his broad shoulders aside to direct me downstairs and when I saw the way back, I froze. How did I climb those rocks? And now how would I retreat back from the same way? 

ATTENTION: A Valentine Question!!!!!

This Valentine I would like to place a tricky question for all those who are committed to someone for your life.
Let's take it straight, that you are into a wonderful relation with someone who is although not closely similar to your dream mate but still your relationship has worked beautifully together. 
There are situations in our lives when we are sometimes betrothed to someone by circumstances and we try hard to live with the fact that this is what we deserved and there is nothing in this world called "PERFECT". 

Even our spouse too tries hard to make things work between us and with the coarse of time, we get drawn to each one and find ourselves complimenting each other. Mostly, such situations arise in arranged marriages when others, particularly our family members arrange a partner for us. Then, we are bound to live with the fact that our partner who is directly contrast to us and fails several times in understanding us, is the one who's 'perfect' for us!!

Thus, while we sportively compromise to make our relation work and live happily with our partner whom we have sworn to be with, we fall into a turning point. Precisely, we bump into someone who has to be the one whom we could define as PERFECTION! The one whose looks are totally tempting, who knows you inside out, who has every thing you dreamt in your 'perfect partner', with whom you could imagine your life complete, and above all, who loves you crazily!!

So, my dear friends, what should we do now?
 Should we dump our partner to chase the dream of our life?
Should we cheat on the one who worked hard to make our relation work?
Or should we cover up to make a brave face and let our lives rule us and let us live with the 'less deserved' opportunity?

THE GIFTED ANALOGY, Prologue

“Make your choice, Sophie.” His deep grey eyes bored in mine. A chill ran through my spine which made my whole body shiver.

SURRENDER.

The word made me hyperventilate. How could I do this? I barely knew him. But, his eyes, looking at me intensely, his extraordinarily beautiful face, so close to mine. I could count his breaths. How could he be so calm after giving me such an impossible choice?

“I – I can’t.” I stuttered.

“Alright, then bear me for the rest of your life. You can never get away from me.”

No! If he stayed near me for some more time, I would never be able to stop myself from falling for him.

I wanted him to leave, but this decision……. Both ways I would lose myself.

He stepped closer, now his heartbeat was so audible to me. I was sure he could hear mine too, which was racing like a horse. I could feel the heat of his body.

I shut my eyes to cut the connection to my thoughts. I couldn’t think anything. My brain had stopped responding. My heart was too tired racing; it was of no use to help any other. And my lungs, all I could breathe in were the fragrance of his breath and body.

I was trembling in fear. Fresh drops of tears fell from my eyes. I wanted to plead and beg him to stop torturing me this way. But his face tightened with perseverance. My helplessness softened him. He stood closer to me trying to read my expressions. Then he drew his face closer to me and I flinched, turning my face away from his. My lips tightened to suppress a shriek.