He was unable to touch her, even she was in front of his eyes. He always dreamt of her, he wanted to feel her as she was near him. But he was helpless as he had no right to touch her. He was looking at her as she was the one in the mob. She was laughing and hiding her pain and tears in her laugh. But only he could read her eyes in which it was written
“I am dead, make me alive”
But she couldn’t read his face which was telling her
“I love you and I always will”
He was just enjoying, looking at her, his eyes were crying, he was laughing, imaging her lips as a glass of wine and he was drinking continuously. What else could he do?
And then he listened, someone said to his love
“Come, Let’s dance”
He looked at her while her finance was playing with her hair and put his hand on her back to pull her closer”
His lips were about to touch her lips
He shrieked out
“Help”
He was out of his senses, but was not.
He was pushing his heart and wanted her hand to be on his heart …
And everyone felt he And everyone felt he was having heart attack and he was about to die, his prayer was coming true but God knows better
“He died, lived or his dead body was still alive”