The wait..

As she honoured the knots of togetherness thinking on destined ripples glides to emotions within,
Leaving a bunch of loved ones and
taking heap memory from timezones.
But eutopia felt content as new profound raw last love was waiting at ends,

With hands blended with the freshness of henna and adornments of sixteen (solah shringar) mandatory for nuptial bliss walking deliberately with grace,
Entwined palms feel of lingering togetherness blossoming into her virgin selves,

A paradise of two loved bodies and souls was a perfect reflection from her fantasies that was what a woman craves for the...