A LOVE STORY

Art by MOrtiz IG: _miiart_

She is the most beautiful woman in the world. And she’s mine.

It’s a lazy Saturday morning and, as is her habit, she’s lying down on the soft brown couch in the living room, reading a book. The sunlight filters in through the light green curtains, bathing her face with a brilliance that could only be described as ethereal.

I look at her from the end of the couch. She smiles softly, probably from a funny moment in her book or maybe just from the enjoyment of reading a well-crafted novel. She gently arches her back, adjusts her body on the couch, and keeps on reading. I keep on watching her.

JUST HAVE FATE

Art by MOrtiz. IG: _miiart_

Shradha fixed her veil and sighed. It was finally time for her to meet her husband.

She had never met him before so she hated her prospective groom with a passion. It was a hatred equivalent to the love she felt for Anupam, the love of her life, stolen away by antiquated traditions that valued security over love. 

Thinking about her mystery groom always led her to thinking about Anupam. Handsome, intelligent, graceful, Anupam brought to life her idea of the perfect man, a man she could live the rest of her life with. And the moment she came to that conclusion was when, in their Quantum Physics 101, he detailed in his cigarette-hoarsened voice exactly the terrible mistake Albert Einstein made in 1933. He won not just the day but, more importantly, her soul.

With Max Planck in her brain and Anupam in her heart, the next ten months were the happiest in her life. Days spent arguing the merits of the Higgs boson were punctuated by nights of tea gone cold and forgotten in the heat of the night.

And then came her mother, with a pronouncement as dire as death calling.