By Advika Chaturvedi
His eyes as dark as the woods. She gazed into them and got lost.
But sometimes when she gazed at them long enough, they looked like sun kissed grounds - flecks of green shining through.
Honey seemed to drip from those eyes, those gorgeous eyes which carried a piercing gaze, and all she could think of was how she couldn't stop drowning in them.
Her eyes like burning amber. The fire in her eyes could be like the one in the hearth, warm and caring, or it could rage and set everything ablaze, destroying everything in its wake.
When those eyes studied him, he understood why humans had once worshipped fire.
He couldn’t help but be burnt by those eyes.
By Advika Chaturvedi
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