Over ripe tomato

Sweet and soft moans and the sound of shifting bed were dancing with the wind in the middle of a silent night. The overflowing emotions and the uncontrollable desire enveloped the entire bedroom as the couple finally submits themselves into each other's. Their bodies were synchronizing as one, and so, their soul. It was as though, in between the heavenly pleasure, the two of them were creating a vow. A silent vow that only their deepest soul could understand. A vow that was being engraved permanently in their hearts forever, and a vow that no one, even the gods, could ever erase.

...

The next morning, Zaki and the old man were grinning widely as ever. They looked as though, they woke up with a happy heart and to them, it was the best morning so far.

The old man couldn't hide his happiness and he started humming early in the morning, looking as though rays of infinite hope finally shone upon him. Looking at him, invisible sweat drops just fell from Zaki's forehead.