The death of a Poet..

Finally, the day arrived, they were going to meet each other. Now the distance would not be a hindrance. . .

Kunal and Raima were Facebook friends. Kunal was a poet by heart and Raima too expressed her thoughts through poetic language.

Slowly their friendship turned to deep love. They would chat for hours through poetry.

Kunal was madly in love with Raima and wanted to meet her personally, his imagination about Raima would run wild and through his poems. . he would paint her picture and run into the wildest dreams.

Now he would no longer stop himself. His anxiety started showing up. He could not concentrate on his office work.  

Raima too was deeply in love with Kunal, his poetic expression and language had bewildered her. She also wanted to meet Kunal but was worried about the consequences that would rise up if they met each other.  

But she would not say no to him. . as she knew he would break down and shatter into pieces if they do not meet.

Kunal booked the flight to Bangalore. He had bought a beautiful red coloured dress and lilies for Raima. He could smell her fragrance and feel her touch in those pure white lilies.  

His heart was filled with wonderful thoughts of their meeting. He wanted to gift her the poems he had written for her in his beautiful handwriting and was eagerly waiting to propose her.  

Finally, the flight landed at the airport. Before boarding the flight, Raima had intimated him that she would meet him at Hotel Pinnacle, which was very close by to the airport and would be wearing a peach coloured dress.

Now, Kunal would not wait any longer, every minute was making him more anxious. Finally his luggage arrived at the carousel, he picked it and made his way through the crowded exit.

As he came out of the airport, he switched on his mobile and tracked out Hotel Pinnacle, on Google Maps, which was very close by.

When he reached the hotel, he saw a lady dressed in a peach-coloured dress,her back facing towards him.

He went closer towards her.

She was Raima. .

Hi Raima, I am Kunal. .

His heartbeat was throbbing very fast, lubb-dubb. . .

She looked very elegant and more beautiful than he had imagined her to be. Shiny hair with curls, sparkling eyes, prominent eyelashes and was wearing a beautiful peach dress and high heel sandals.

He could not take his eyes off her.

She came closer to him and hugged him.

He was completely lost in her beauty, but soon regained his senses and tried to make himself comfortable.

Raima had booked a room in the hotel. They went to the room, Kunal went to the bathroom and got fresh, Meanwhile, Raima placed the order for dinner.

Raima was impressed by Kunal, he was a tall handsome man with a dusky complexion.

She had drowned herself in his poetry and his voice would take her to a world of dreams.

After he got fresh, they both sat and started speaking to each other about their beautiful virtual meetings on FB.

Slowly they become comfortable, Kunal could no longer stop himself, her cuving lips resembled the half flured waves.

He gently kissed her lips. She too acknowledged and kissed him. They became intimidate and could not stop each other. That night the storm inside them shattered everything.

Due to her undaunted love for Kunal, she had crossed the line and forgotten that she was married.

That night, was the end of their friendship and love.

Next morning, When Kunal gave the gift, the white roses and proposed her she revealed her entire story to him. . she too was madly in love with Kunal, but had to fulfill her duties and commitments.

That day was the death of a poet. Kunal still loves Raima. . she was his inspiration, and she was his poem. .