The cherry red stained her lips in one precise, fluid curve.
Her eyes, highlighed in a swirl of burgundy.
Cheekbones smeared with ripe plums, iridescent over sepia skin.
Auspicious Colors.
Flawless. Immaculate. Composed.
She contemplated her mirror image, facinated at the ease with which she concealed the scars.
"Baraat Aa Gayi Hai..."
Outside. And inside.
note: "Baraat Aa Gayi Hai..." loosely translates to "The groom and his family are here..."
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2 comments:
Awwww :(. Not my favourite!
I'm sure she was beautiful without.
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