Fight on the bridge

Orange and violet filled the eastern sky as two suns struggled to climb higher. Though the clouds fought vigorously and obscured them now and then. Helpless, they could only travel in the darkness without reaching to the earth, or when the rays sneaked through the clouds, they would be punched back brutally by their competitor. 

The chilly breeze never stopped drifting as it tousled their hair and teased their cheeks and played with their clothes—the group walked while freezing gusts of winds came and went. Akash and Ifre had also become accustomed to walking now and never complained about anything.

As they walked, the group looked like the party of fairies and immortals when they walked. Ayaan was handsome and there was no doubt about it, while women around him were no less than goddesses. Each of them had their own charm and beauty, and there was a kind of tranquility in them. Their chuckles sounded like music in Ayaan's head that brought a smile to his own lips.