My Love and Robo : )

Chapter - 25

"Happy Mahaashtami Everyone"

On this occasion, I recall a few lines from my favorite song, "Dhak Baja Kashor Baaja," sung by my favorite singer, Shreya Ghoshal...

Maa Durga Maa
Jaani Tomar Naamer Ki Mohima,

Aaj Oshtomi Te
Oi Raanga Chorone Dilam Onjoli Maa,

(Mother Durga, Mother, Do you know the glory of your name? On the eighth day, I offered a vermilion mark at your crimson feet, Mother.)

Nobomi-te Vog Proshad
Doshomi-te Mon Bishad
Bishorjoner Shomoy Ele Kache.

(On the ninth, I presented sacred offerings,And on the tenth, my heart felt melancholy,As the time for immersion drew near.)

Pujo Pujo Gondho Niye
Notun Gaaner Chondo Niye
Sharodiyar Khushi-te Mon Nache

Elo Elo Elo Elo Maa Durga Maa  

(With the scent of festivity in the air,And the melody of new songs,In the joy of autumn, hearts dance.)

With that note let's start today's part...

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"Kahi hum sach mein pyaar toh nahi kar baithe aapse Haseena Ji!", KS contemplates, her heart awash with these uncharted sentiments. With that thought, she gently closes her eyes once more, aiming to capture some much-needed sleep in the midst of the night's serenity.

Time Skips>>>

It's early morning, and KareEna is peacefully asleep. I assume you're familiar with KareEna's typical sleeping habits. They're lying in their usual position, but something seems different.

Under the soft glow of a dim light, in the intimate confines of the tent, a scene of tenderness unfolds. KareEna rests in serene slumber,KS, her habitual position being on her stomach. Yet, tonight, there's a subtle but significant shift. Her face is nestled tenderly against HM's shoulder, finding comfort and solace in that embrace. One of her delicate hands rests gently upon HM's, as if seeking the reassurance of connection in her dreams.

On the other side, HM slumbers in a gentle, affectionate embrace. She cradles KS's form against her, much like one would cherish a cherished possession. HM's hand tenderly supports KS's head, a silent protector in their shared dreamscape. The other hand, firm yet loving, encircles KS's waist, providing a sense of security that speaks of deep affection and trust. The scene exudes an atmosphere of quiet devotion, where every touch and every breath seems to echo the silent language of love.

As the soft vibration of HM's phone gently stirs her slumber, she stirs, reluctantly roused from her tranquil dreams. With a hint of irritation, she blinks her eyes open, reluctantly bidding farewell to the serenity of sleep. In her half-awake state, her free hand fumbles in the darkness, blindly searching for the source of the disturbance. With closed eyes, she manages to locate her phone and skillfully silences the persistent alarm, seeking solace once more in the cocoon of dreams. Yet, after a mere five minutes, the phone stirs again, its muted vibration a subtle reminder of the waking world.

She finally managed to silence the persistent alarm. With a gentle shift, she attempted to rise, but found herself ensnared by KS's embrace. A tender smile graced her lips, and she turned her gaze towards KS. Simultaneously, KS lifted her head from its resting place on HM's shoulder, repositioning it on HM's hand, their faces now mere inches apart. HM could feel the warmth of KS's breath on her skin, each exhale drawing them closer. For the first time, she studied every contour of KS's face—the serenity of closed eyes, the plush softness of her cheeks, and finally, her gaze settled on KS's lips. In the gentle dim light, HM watched as KS's lips moved, as if she were chewing something, much like a little child. HM's heart quickened with desire for a moment. She let out a breath and tried to calm her racing heart.