She kept walking on the sidewalk, kept turning back to ensure no one followed her, and clutched the bag tight near her chest. The silence of the night, and chill in the air kept piercing through her skin, making her tremble every now and then. Deep down, she wished she hadn’t chosen this hour of the day to complete the task. Her mind kept going back to the bar and to him. She wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her clients, the thumb rule of her profession.
Over a glass of Paradise, she had almost lost her heart tonight.



Certainly a paradise! 🙂
It is 🙂
Did she or did she not? What happened after drink?
She resisted. But there’s more to the story. Coming up soon.
What a twist. Love in any form is truly paradise:)
Love indeed is that way but you never know when situations change. Thanks for stopping by Vishal. 😊