I S H A

I sat on the bed, nervously fidgeting with my fingers as he kept staring at me intensely and unblinking. His elbows pressed into the mattress, his head resting against his knuckles, eyes locked onto me with a quiet intensity that sent warmth crawling up my skin.

I glanced down, feeling timid under his burning gaze. My lashes lowered in shyness as I whispered, "Aise kya dekh rahe ho?"

(What are you looking at like that?)

But then, he gently took my hands in his, bringing them close to his lips. His touch was warm, comforting, as he pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles, his hold tender yet firm.

His eyes never left mine, filled with something deep, something that made my heart flutter. Letting out a quiet sigh, his voice dropped to a husky whisper, "Soch raha hoon… yeh khubsurat lamha haqeeqat hai, ya abhi bhi koi sapna."