Godhooli ki najuk chakachaundh men, jab do sharir chunbkiy sitaron ki tarah pahunch jate hain aur dhimi aur annt nrity men ek doosre ka upbhog karte hain

The sky is still reddened by the last lights of the day as their silhouettes come closer, guided by an irresistible attraction. His trembling hand brushes against a bare shoulder, and already a shiver runs through the skin like a wave of light. The bodies bend, embrace, recognize each other, like two stars that finally unite after a long wandering. Each gesture is a suspended caress, each breath a shooting star in the silence of the evening. And when the lips are sealed, it is the whole twilight that is set ablaze in their flesh offered to the night.