Telephone booth

They fought again. He forgot their anniversary. She spent too much on food and presents.

He emphasised how important his job is, she emphasised how little time she gets to spend with him.

He yells, she cries.

They walk grudgingly on the streets in painful silence.

Wind blows and the skies roar of thunder. Droplets of rain fall all over. They still keep walking further.

Now the rain gets heavier and they look around for shelter.

Nothing in sight, they stand in the rain, getting drenched.

That’s when they notice a red telephone booth right in front of them. Confused but desperate they get in and watch the rain drop splash harder on the ground.

She shivers and rubs her hands. He stares at her with guilt and a mounting desire.

He takes off his coat and wraps it around her shoulders. She bows her head in silence, toying with the coat.

He cups her chin in his hand and lifts her head so that their eyes meet.

His eyes plead forgiveness, her eyes plead need and longing for love.

They keep staring at each other for few seconds, their breathing getting heavier by each passing second.

He whispers, “I am so sorry baby. Let me make it better “and she nods and whispers back “Please!”

He wastes no time and touches her lips with his. Their kiss deepens with a raging passion as the thunder silences the sounds of their moans.

The rains stop and they come out of the booth.

They are fighting again for some new reason but they keep holding their hands in a tight grasp.

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