It all started with a tickle, giggle and wriggle

There was no foremost plan

Everything was meant to happen and all become normal…

It was so hot…He kept the pace high and steadily increase it like a warrior on a horse racing through the battle island… The battle must be won, he thought to himself. 
All guards were down

All shakara ended

She pleaded for the pace to be faster 

Yes! faster

Like a woman whose children are being taken from her…
This journey seems best

Just that the destination is bleak

However, neither of two wanted the journey to end…

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