Tag: #romance
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THE FINAL EMBRACE
So, this is our final day as we are meeting each other for the one last time before your grand wedding. So, we have a few precious moments left before everything eventually falls apart, like a house of cards. As we just sit there silently, with our fingers clasped together and your head leaning on…
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THROUGH YOUR LOUD SILENCE, INTO YOUR TENDER SOUL
“Enna Sona” by Arijit Singh playing in the background. As we sit together side by side on that bus, with your body making friction with mine, a sense of calmness envelopes my body and mind like a large canvas. A canvas so soft and thick that even the sharpest of materials cannot penetrate through its…
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Portrait Of An Abstract Dream, Ep III
It’s 3:03 AM. I just woke up from a very charismatic and utterly beautiful dream. I sit up on the bed, breathing quite heavily post an amazing dream. Furthermore, I pick up the glass by my bedside and gulp one mouthful of water in a single stroke. Ayumi is still sleeping, bearing a serene look…
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Portrait Of An Abstract Dream, Ep II
Ayumi submerged herself in the ocean of a deep slumber, lost in the underwater current, floating like a jellyfish. The jellyfish kept floating in the buoyancy of the deep waters, oblivious of its bluish vicinity. She didn’t have any true idea of its circumstances. Oblivion had her clenched with its tight fists, wrapping her soul…
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THROUGH YOUR NAKED BODY, INTO YOUR TRANSPARENT SOUL
Cold autumn rain falling from the cloudy grey sky; sweet pre-winter breeze fluxing in through the extended balcony; dim damp light of the street lights pervading our cosy comfortable room through those perforations of the semi-glass window, as I and Ayumi lie on the bed, holding each other’s stark naked body post an amazing session…
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THE AIR BETWEEN US
Anticipation of pleasure is, in itself, a very considerable pleasure. – David Hume Hot coffee served on the table; the beautiful odour skimming against my smelling sensations; my mind wandering about unfathomable subjects; my fingers curling themselves as if I am delving into a deeply layered matter; a fountain pen in my right hand, ready…
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The Longing Within
Her husband was getting back from the devastating war after one long year. And he finally put his feet on his hometown with a hint of smile on his worn out and drained face that had lost all its charm and light in the horrors of the war, yet he managed to bear a smile…
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