Thriller The Story of Meera

[Priyanka98]

The Story of Meera Ch. 06
Meera snuggled close to Kabir and they watched the sunset, sitting by the sea at Marine Drive. Kabir passed on some salted peanuts to Meera and he held her close.
"This is my favorite part of the city," Meera said, "The sea and the sunset, it's just so beautiful. The sun looks like this golden ball of fire that just drops into the sea painting it crimson!"
"You should try writing poetry," Kabir said, kissing her cheeks, "You've got a beautiful imagination."
"The sea...it's water is so surreal," Meera said, "Sometimes it is beautifully azure, like the enticing blue of someone's eyes...and when the sun sets in it, the water turns red, the color of blood...like something bad has happened...like someone died..."
Kabir hugged Meera as he noticed a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"I really don't remember anything about my family, Kabir," Meera said, "But whenever I look at the sea...I feel deeply connected to it, I feel it holds all secrets, it holds the secrets of my happiest moments, and it also holds a heart wrenching pain...it's just a feeling I get and I...feel this cool evening breeze, it's like whispering something in my ear, it is trying to tell me something..." she said with her eyes closed.
"It is saying that you are the most amazing girl in the world," Kabir said, "And no matter what may have happened before, you are free now and you deserve all the happiness in the world."
Meera blushed.
"You look so beautiful when you blush..." Kabir said, "You mean so much more to me than I could ever express. I have dreams, you know, of pampering you like the princess that you are."
"And what pampering am I about to receive?" she asked playfully.
"Look at that building there," Kabir said pointing to a 5 star hotel, "On its roof top is one of the city's most luxurious restaurants. You'll get this same view that you love, your golden sunset and crimson sea, but we'll be just so higher up in life. And then you could have your favorite prawn salad, and maybe we'll have champagne too, coz we will be celebrating!"
"And what would we be celebrating?" she asked.
"You," he said, kissing her forehead, "We will be celebrating you."
"That's so sweet of you Kabir," Meera said touching his cheek, "But I think. I'd rather celebrate 'us', our freedom and our new life."
"4th of November," Kabir said, "That was the day we first set foot in this city, the day that blessed us with our new lives. Like a new birthday for both of us."
"Amen," Meera said, placing her shoulder on Kabir's head and gazing at the crimson sea.
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