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Ballads of Nirvana
Chapter 20
Part 3
No, it was not Agni, it was his illusion, the smell of night jasmines still wafted into her nostrils from beside her.
As if he realised what she just thought the illusion smiled at her and motioned her to stand up and she did, but then she saw herself swaying her body to his tune. God bless her! Her illusion looked so beautiful. Sublime and tantalising were the words she would use to describe the illusion Agni created.
‘Is this how I look to you, Prince?’
He had created her again, as an illusion.
She was wearing an off white and emerald green dress. The blouse had embedded pearls and emerald stones embroidered on it with intricate detail that Indriya wondered if Agni had taken quite a while to create it. As for Agni, he was wearing an off white almost transparent tunic with similar designs embroidered on top of it with gold.
The lifelike illusions danced with such passion in their eyes, they looked like the night and day entangled in each other at the auspicious time of twilight. Indriya doubted whether she actually possessed such fluid grace. Agni’s eyes were closed, his face was placid and jubilant (he was not frowning so it was jubilant by his standards) he was going on with the melody and the illusions kept dancing. Agni’s one arm braced around her and her hand atop his broad chest.
She was awestruck at the way the illusions stared at each other like they were head over heels for one another and like nothing else in the damned world mattered now that they were together. It was like love, but it was not as Indriya realised. It was only a gift, a gift to make her forget all her pain for some while. A little while only. It was a distraction.
Agni concluded in a grand way and so did his live illusions. ‘Illusions and nothing more, Princey popinjay!’ She thought to herself as she mused dancing with him...
Part 3
No, it was not Agni, it was his illusion, the smell of night jasmines still wafted into her nostrils from beside her.
As if he realised what she just thought the illusion smiled at her and motioned her to stand up and she did, but then she saw herself swaying her body to his tune. God bless her! Her illusion looked so beautiful. Sublime and tantalising were the words she would use to describe the illusion Agni created.
‘Is this how I look to you, Prince?’
He had created her again, as an illusion.
She was wearing an off white and emerald green dress. The blouse had embedded pearls and emerald stones embroidered on it with intricate detail that Indriya wondered if Agni had taken quite a while to create it. As for Agni, he was wearing an off white almost transparent tunic with similar designs embroidered on top of it with gold.
The lifelike illusions danced with such passion in their eyes, they looked like the night and day entangled in each other at the auspicious time of twilight. Indriya doubted whether she actually possessed such fluid grace. Agni’s eyes were closed, his face was placid and jubilant (he was not frowning so it was jubilant by his standards) he was going on with the melody and the illusions kept dancing. Agni’s one arm braced around her and her hand atop his broad chest.
She was awestruck at the way the illusions stared at each other like they were head over heels for one another and like nothing else in the damned world mattered now that they were together. It was like love, but it was not as Indriya realised. It was only a gift, a gift to make her forget all her pain for some while. A little while only. It was a distraction.
Agni concluded in a grand way and so did his live illusions. ‘Illusions and nothing more, Princey popinjay!’ She thought to herself as she mused dancing with him...
