Sparks.


“The moon, it looks beautiful, doesn’t it?”
“Of course it does.”
She lowered her gaze to the reflection of the moon in the water. The water was faintly turbulent. It perfectly mirrored the turbulence inside her.
“What is it that troubles you, Shweta?” he finally asked her.
“It’s not working, Ayaan. Things are going wrong at office already. And it’s my only 3rd month of service there.”
Long held tears welled up in her eyes, as she narrated the day’s happenings to him. He listened to her with utmost patience, and never, even for once, let his eyes wander away from her beautiful face.
“It’s going to be alright, trust me. I guess you should talk to your boss once. That might make things better. Give it a try.” He finally said, after minutes of silence.
“I don’t want to take any risks. What if my colleagues stand against me? I wouldn’t be able to face everyone alone.”
She sounded weak and helpless. Never had he seen her in such a state. They had gone through several ups and downs together, but she had never seemed so weak. She had always been the strong one.
“Nothing’s going to go wrong. And besides, you’re not alone Shweta! Do I have to remind you time and again?”  he said with a smile playing on his lips.
She clutched his hand tight, and rested her head in the warmth of his chest.
“I’m lucky, you know.” She mumbled.
“I heard that! Oh yes, you are lucky. Lucky indeed. It’s not often that you find someone as awesome as me.” He said, with a huge grin on his face.
She looked at him with admiration, and felt as though her life had taken a full circle.
Deep inside, even she knew that he felt the same. She could see it on his face. 
And he actually did. He silently thanked her, for filling up the empty pages of his life, and for etching her name in his heart, forever.
That starless night, sparks flew, again.

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