Biting your cheeks under the dim light of the hall. Escaping the hustle of the sophisticated lords of rules. Winking at you and you would let out a pretentious cough with the remains of a cheeky smile. Tapping toes to the beats of Justin's old tracks. Holding concerts in those corners of the palace where no other soul dares to talk. If this isn't what people in love look for, then I don't want to get out of this expectation.

© Devanshi Dadwal