That Romantic Night.

Black sari and the noodle strapped blouse; Kartik couldn’t resist looking at Kritika as she opened the door. With dim lights of numerous candles, the living room was complimenting the moment perfectly. With a little push to the door and dropping the bag, Kartik was slipping into the moment gradually. Getting closer to Kartik and holding his hands Kritika, in a soft tone, whispered in his ears; “I have been trying to shoot for my Insta-Video since evening but my tri-pod broke; will you help me with the camera? Instagram that night had was cursed a thousand times.

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