Each time I met her, I couldn’t help spending a few moments admiring her beauty. Her personality always left me enchanted. Today was no different. Her simple pastel-shaded salwar kameez and neatly plaited hair lent oodles of élan to her persona. She recognised me and smiled, I gestured her to sit down. She sat at the edge of the chair as if in anticipation of something big that was about to happen.
She was stunningly beautiful with large doe-shaped eyes that spoke volumes of innocence. Her dusky, smooth complexion made her look younger than twenty five. Her slim, well-endowed body was covered in a plain, well-fitting grey salwar kameez and her jet black hair was neatly tied into a bun. She looked like any regular ‘girl next door’.