Ch 182: A deadly charm.

She charged at my face, full of rage,

Her index finger pointing straight at me.

Behind her black spectacles, two sets of eyes,

Like tiny black holes staring at me.

A shorty by height, stubby on her hips,

Wearing a magenta saree.

Strong enough to kill you with her eyes,

At first glance, anyone would agree.

An intense encounter, wild and free,

But I kinda liked the way she looked at me.

Bold and brazen, sharp yet sweet,

A touch of power, wild yet neat.

Never seen a woman so dominating,

One who makes a face-off sound exiting.

Dangerous, yet drawing me near,

A poet's dream—both love and fear.