The shortest battle

“No, I don’t feel like eating,” she told him stubbornly.

He tore a bite out of the chapati and offered her, saying, “This will be the tastiest bite you will ever have. Trust me.”

She shyly took the bite from his hand and smiled while chewing.

He was right. It was the tastiest.

“Oh! But this is not right,” she heard her own voice.

She gathered herself up and ran towards the garden with a stern yet uncomfortable look on her face.

She sat on the grass, near the plants. She changed her posture as the direction of the wind made her feel cold. She didn’t want to accept that she was cold on the inside, not on the outside.

He joined her after a minute.

She looked away.

She then put her hand on the ground to shift a little away from him. When she turned her face towards him to carefully move, their breaths met.

Her mind freezed for a moment. He took the chance and grabbed her upper lip with his.

A battle began. She could not push him away. She could not return the love.

It took a couple of seconds for the passionate touch to melt her.

It was the shortest battle.

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