VIKRAM CHOUDHARY

A politician of Uttar Pradesh of which the half ministers are afraid of. A name which screams power, respect and honour. You can expect anything from him but love.

The sun is out and it's around 7 am. He out with his black jeep wearing a black kurta with black trouser and a white shawl setting on his shoulder and other end in his hand. He arrived at the Shiv Mandir (Temple) because he was supposed to pick up his mother from the Mandir who came for morning Puja. He stepped out of the Jeep with his men walking behind him in sync.

While climbing the stairs his attention is caught by the soft jingle of anklets of a girl who walked past him. Just then the sudden wind caused your duppata to fall on his face making him stop. You were in rush so you pulled your duppata gently and mumbled a quiet apology not looking back and disappeared.

He stood there stunned by everything happened so suddenly but the scent lingered around, The feel of your duppata on his face, The moment, The spark...until he shook his head and was about to continue but something caught his attention. His eyes fell on ground where something was shining. He crouched down and picked up the anklet thinking 'It must be hers.' And then he realised... He needs to find you... See you... Feel you... And make you his...