Saturday, July 11, 2009

Mukammal.

His fingers flew over the keyboard, typing, typing. The sound filled the entire room and made her smile, seeing him so engrossed. She stood in the doorway of the room, his back to her. Tiptoeing to him so he wouldn't hear her, she stood and tried to read over his shoulder.

A secret little smile played over his mouth, for how could he not sense her presence?

She was more than he could ever have asked for, more than anything he could have dreamed up. More than what he deserved. More than what he should have. More. Just more.

Fascinated, she leaned over further, trying to read the lines he'd written after, but his shoulder blocked the view. Suddenly, he spun his chair around and taken by surprise, she tripped and fell over on his lap, exactly where he wanted her. Giggles burst out of her and made him grin. Love for her warmed his very soul, the core of his being. The sweetness of the moment swept over them both. She leaned against him, her back to his chest. Content. Complete.

Complete.


And the latest:


5 comments:

Anushay. said...

I like it. It's cute.

And ye pics kia hein?

Marina said...

Sweet =]
And yes, answer Anushay's question please lol.

Maryam said...

The cushions, idiot. Marina, I told you I'd put them up! They're in raw form. Not stitched. Just painted and sequined with tiny crystals =)

Lonely Perverted Soul said...

Yea cute... and the cushions are cool... can i have the purplish one.. ?

Bitter Truth said...

So prettyyy :)