Turf of Sunita

Her eyes, were constantly looking for someone, she truly admired.
With bare minimum eyeliner and nude lipstick, she looked the most sensual and vulnerable woman around. Her smile and voice was intoxicating most of the men around, but she felt a constant cavity in her heart.
Where is he? Why has’t he arrived yet.

Few moments later, she turned around, the man in Purple shirt, tall and with most splendid smile looked at her. The eyes met and she melted.