It was Ankrit, her one and only-Special one.
As no soul seemed sauntering across the street, he slept back.
With her tender feet touching the white, face-reflecting tiles , she went near him , bare footedly,,.
He was lying like a babe..
With her soft eyelids nictating in mirth she lifted his head in hand and rested on her beautiful ravishing lap..
He looked like an Adonis almost !!!
Before the last droplet ran down his face, his glued eyes opened up.
His hands over her soft face., touching her worried brows, thin eyelids mollycoddling her eyes, wheatish chin and the rosy petal above it.
Room after room! Finally She stood smiling at him,gasping ,with her hands folded!!
wishing for a warm hug..
But ,With the last touch ,
When a drop jotted itself on the red dairy she had left for him...he took them in hands.
And read -their past. Beautiful past.
Flying back to heaven!
" A Lovely vampire !!!