And every time he touched her skin, a feather was added to her wings. And the moment he kissed her lips, her wings caught fire. She gently moved away from him and gazed into his eyes, watching the reflection of that fire in it. She pulled him inside those wings that burnt recklessly and kissed him until the fire from her wings, burnt every locked door of his soul. Until he didn't want to escape that fire anymore. That was the most beautiful kind of destruction the creation had ever witnessed.
- Akshay Vasu