Maybe this is the best 55 I’ve written, maybe it is the most pathetic. What it is, I’ve no clue.
Disclaimer: Rahul is a purely fictitious character with no resemblance to any person I know.
Rahul could think of nothing, but those eyes.
He didn’t know what love was, but felt maybe this is it. But how could those eyes have this effect? Neither beautiful actresses, nor shapely models had moved him; how could those eyes make him swoon?
Try as he might, he couldn’t forget his face, his eyes.