Frustration

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Yet, in the depths of my heart, a relentless ache reverberated with each passing moment, for I willingly tore myself away from the very essence that defied my existence - Dilara.
With every breath I took in this foreign land, I yearned for her presence, longing for the exquisite touch that only she possessed. Deep within me, I understood that this temporal separation was a necessary evil, a respite for her bewildered soul to make sense of the life we chose. But oh, the agonizing wait, each passing day dampened my spirit, fueling my desperation for her to once again grace my side. In those shadowy moments of solitude, I succumbed to the temptations that whispered in my ear, beckoning me to dismantle the shackles that bound me to the morality. 

Beautiful strippers of the night, their enchanting allure lured me into the depths of their embrace, attempting to wash away the raw primal cravings that consumed me. But alas, my heart remained unfulfilled, for their touch held no candle to the fiery passion that only she could ignite. As I sat in ornate hotel chambers, music tumbling from the intricately carved walls, these ephemeral liaisons unfolded before my eyes.

Bodies intertwined, stripped bare by the intoxication of desire, yet my mind remained miles away, firmly anchored to the ethereal image of her. Oh, how I yearned to rewind time, to seize every fleeting moment with her, exchanging these hallowed encounters for the immortal bond we shared. In the midst of strategic meetings and clandestine agreements, a frustration simmered within me, threatening to bubble over like the tempestuous fury of the sea. None dared question my proficiency nor my respect for the brethren of the underworld, however, it was this frustrating separation that gnawed at the core of my being.

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