The pouring waterdrops drenched his shiny skin,? each blob falling from the mizzle caressing his bare body.? He stands under the shower, his one hand resting on the glass wall, and his head bows an inch with closed eyes as he is lost in deep thoughts.? Suddenly a face flashes in his vision and he frequently opens his orbs. ?A zeal is observed in his oceanic orbs and his lips lift in a smirk. A word escaped from his mouth when his tongue rolled to enunciate a name, “Tara..!...”.
Closing the knob of a shower, he evaded it, his hand dragging the towel from a stand and dried out himself. He wears a loose black pyjama down and is about to exit from the restroom but when he held the door an ajar,? a sight that first comes into view in his oceanic orbs is the same face that was an earlier flaunt in his mind. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes squinted, and his lips corner up as soon as he gazed at her, “Gorgeous…!... Babita..”, he whispered.