Dusk had fallen on the Himalayan peak. A white fog lay over the all-encompassing snow. A gush of wind blew across her pink face, ruffling her moist hair. Shivering, she tugged at the large collar of her overcoat and wrapped it tightly around her neck.
“Baby…” he breathed into her ear.
She turned around into his open arms and snuggled up to him. His warm breath caressed her flushed face as she felt him on her breast through the thickness of their woolens.
He looked down into her, his eyes darker and deeper than ever.
“On the toes no, my jaan.”
She took the first step. They were enveloped in white – white of the snow and white of the fog. In this world was nothing except him, her and the whiteness around them.
The only sound was of their hearts, beating together.
He wrapped his arms around her. She exhaled, and let go as she took the second step.
She had never felt safer. She had never felt more content.