We lived in a society flat. Krishan lived alone in the building next to ours. I could see his window from my bedroom. Some times I saw him standing near the window, watching me from the corner of his eyes. If I looked at him he immediately turned his face.
Once I had fever and did not see him for some days. I missed him. One evening I saw him entering our flat. My parents were by my side. He came inside. My pulse rate increased. The moment he entered a very soothing flavour of his after shave lotion filled the atmosphere.His clean shaven face bowled me over. I realised I was in love!
We got married within one month.He was a very lovable, humourous, and considerate person. I loved to gently pat his face, which was as smooth as a rose petal and fragrant like a lily. I loved to see his clean shaven face. To tease me he would say, I am going to keep a beard. I too lovingly said in that case I would divorce him. He would take me in his arms and whisper that even in his dream he will not have a beard!
This is purely a fictional story.
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