He held her hand tight, like he always did, whenever she was about to break. But today she just rested her empty head on his heavy shoulders. After the cold breeze mingled with their breath, she straightened her neck, releasing her tightly clutched fingers from his sweaty palms, showing him her ring finger.
You see this finger, its a part of our hand, always together with other fingers. Yet its always alone, of no use in anything. In fact, it can't even stand on its own. Even I am like this na?
He was expecting this. So he let her loosen the strings which she had tightly roped her heart with
Yes, and that's what I want. Because it deserves this, and before she could understand, she saw her finger sparkling with a simple diamond ring that changed the very look of her hand, and expressions
Will that finger be mine? he winked.
The ring finger has a direct connection with our heart. Your words brought smile on my face when i read till the end.
ReplyDeleteSimplicity at its best :)
Yeah Reicha, it does. Thats why he asked for that particular finger :) Glad you liked the story :)
ReplyDeleteSweet :)
ReplyDeleteSh@s, thank you :)
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