He was master of the whist,
Wining every game with suave and tricks,
Until the time,
When he saw her shadow,
displaying grace,
From behind the long curtains,
Drawn on the farthest corner of the hall,
And before he could gasp,
She snapped his remaining peace,
With her ingenious smile,
Joining them with a curious pair of eyes,
And from there on,
He lost every bet of whist to her,
So that he can win her heart.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Oh winning a girl’s heart, always involves a unique story.
😊and one who has either done it or has got it done would always appreciate it 😀thank you for commenting 🙏
Yeah so true. Everyone should experience both of them. Winning a heart, losing a heart.
.. it’s like haar ke jitney waale Ko Baazigar kehte hai. 😬
Jokes apart. . you put it stunningly as always.. beautiful flow and feel to it.
My fav line…she snapped his remaining peace
Haha true. 😊thank you
Absolutely. Thanks again for commenting
The pleasure was mine.
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