He sat at the big brown ebony tapping the nib of his pen and staring out at the luscious green blanket that covered the floor while the bright blue clear sky enveloped touching the blankets at the brim of the horizon.

The bright light made his eyes go tired, the contrast of the bright sun and the cold room was overwhelming. His thoughts drifting from work at hand to the possibility of her being there with him. He could still hear her moan, her screams of desire, he could feel her fingers dig deep in his arms while she struggled to keep her senses in place and surrendered to the world he took her to.

Her wildest desires fulfilled while she wore her soul bare, her face calm as she looked at him once and closed her eyes when he nudged her one last time and she gave in.

He loved to see her every time he took her away from her world to his. The peace, the smile, the delight of being complete, of being the chosen one flashed across her face in a matter of minutes.

To him, she seemed very perfect, beautiful, composed, strong and in her numerous imperfections at that moment she glowed like a priceless raw edged solitaire. The destiny didn’t dictate the moment then, it was his mere presence that did. It was a claim he staked yet a will he respected the most.

His thought trailed now, while he continued to breathe in her scent, feel her soft skin against his. He could see, experience the perfection in the most imperfect love story they both were a part of.

His thoughts were interrupted with a buzz. WhatsApp has ingrain 6th sense, to get the message delivered right on time. Still entangled in the thoughts of her, he picked the phone and walked across to his bed, the room seemed cold a stark contrast to the hot summer morning of Delhi. Sitting on the bed he saw the message…

Miss You.. is all it said.