he's standing there in front of his beloved photo with a glass of wine in his hand, the portrait on the wall, his robe hung low revealing his massive back rippling with muscles, his shoulders could support mountains, the hint of a golden chain glimmered on his neck, as he racked his eyes over the portrait tracing every feature with intention, he misses her presence "Ambika" he whispered in a deep voice laced with bass, roaring like thunder, she had gone for a business trip overseas