A short story from my fiction blog. It’s been a while. Please have a read, especially if you’re in the mood for some romance. 🙂
“Do you remember that August, when we met?”
“We met in July.” His reply was curt.
Arnav turned the page of the book he was reading. His spectacles, threatened to slide off his nose until he quickly flicked them back up to their rightful position. He scribbled in the margins, diligently underlining and muttering important words under his breath.
Nayna watched her husband and noted the greying hair, the fine lines that had begun to shape furrows and crevices across his face. It surprised her that he remembered anything at all about the first time they met. She was in a nostalgic mood.
She was feeling slightly neglected as of late. After the children had grown up, there was nothing left for them to talk about, laugh about. There was no more shared pride, she felt. She pressed him further.
“It was raining though. I remember that much,” she led.
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