When Love Lasts✔️

Chapter 4

Mankirat Singh

As the morning sun streams through the window, I feel its warmth on my face, coaxing me out of my slumber. I slowly open my eyes, taking in the sight of Sukhi nestled against me, her head resting on my chest. I can feel the steady rise and fall of her breath, and I can't help but smile at the peaceful expression on her face.

I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, and I feel a sense of contentment wash over me. I know that this moment won't last forever, that soon we'll have to get up and face the day, but for now, I'm content to just lie here with her.

But then, a sudden thought jolts me out of my reverie. What if she wakes up and sees us like this? I can already imagine the teasing and the jokes that will come my way if she catches me being all sappy and romantic. I try to stifle a laugh, but it escapes anyway, and I feel Sukhi stir against me. I hold my breath, waiting to see if she'll wake up, but she just murmurs something in her sleep and snuggles closer to me. I can't help but smile again, feeling grateful for this moment of peace and happiness.

I gently scoop her up from the plush couch, cradling her delicate form in my arms. As I carry her towards her bedroom, a sense of tenderness washes over me, my heart swelling with affection. The soft moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon her serene face. Her eyes are closed, long lashes resting against her cheeks, and a contented smile graces her lips. In this moment, she appears ethereal, a vision of tranquility and beauty.

With each step I take, I am acutely aware of the weightlessness of her body against mine, as if she were made of feathers. Her warmth seeps into my skin, igniting a fire within me that only she can quell. I navigate the familiar path to her bedroom, the room that holds countless memories of stolen kisses and whispered promises. The air is heavy with anticipation, as if the room itself knows the depth of our connection.

As I gently lay her down on the plush bedding, I can't help but marvel at her peacefulness. She is like a sleeping angel, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering against her soft skin. The room is filled with a hushed silence, as if the world outside ceases to exist in this intimate space. I can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness.

Leaving her bedroom, I entered my own and immediately felt the need to cleanse myself. A long, hot shower was in order to rid myself of her intoxicating scent. It was overwhelming, like a field of ripe strawberries on a warm summer day. I couldn't get enough of it, but I knew I had to wash it away.

As I stood under the steaming water, I couldn't help but think of her. Her soft skin, her luscious lips, and that scent that drove me wild. I never wanted to forget it, but I knew I had to. I couldn't go around smelling like her all day, it would be too distracting.

As I stepped out of the shower, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. The scent was gone, replaced by the sterile smell of soap and shampoo. But I knew that it was for the best. I couldn't let her scent consume me, I had to keep my head clear. But still, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever smell her again.

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As I emerged from my room, fully attired, my eyes fell upon her. She was seated at the dining table, surrounded by our friends, and her laughter filled the room. I couldn't help but be struck by her beauty. 

Soft waves of hair cascaded down her back, like a waterfall of silk. Each strand seemed to dance in the gentle breeze, adding an ethereal touch to her already mesmerizing beauty. As the sunlight kissed her tresses, they shimmered with a radiant glow, casting a spell on anyone who dared to look. But it was her eyes that truly captivated me. They sparkled with a mischievous glimmer, as if they held a secret that only the lucky ones could uncover. With every glance, her eyes spoke volumes, revealing a playful spirit and a zest for life. And when her lips curved into a smile, it was as if the whole world lit up. Her smile was infectious, spreading warmth and joy to even the darkest corners of a room. It was a smile that could melt hearts and make time stand still. In that moment, as I stood there, my heart skipped a beat. It was as if the universe conspired to bring us together, and I knew deep down that I was lost in her enchanting presence.

As I made my way towards the table, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. I wanted to be near her, to bask in her radiance, but I knew that it was impossible. She was like a dream, a fantasy that could never be realized. And yet, I couldn't help but hope that one day, she might see me in a different light.

She possessed an allure that was simply irresistible, like a forbidden fruit that beckoned to be tasted. Her every movement was graceful, her every word laced with a hint of mystery. It was as if she held a secret, a secret that only the brave and daring could uncover. Her beauty was captivating, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glimmer that hinted at a world of untold desires.

But alas, she was out of reach, like a distant star that could only be admired from afar. Her heart was guarded, her walls impenetrable. She was a challenge, a puzzle waiting to be solved. One only I will be able to solve. And yet, the more unattainable she seemed, the more her allure grew.

I couldn't help but be drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. Her presence alone ignited a fire within him, a fire that burned with a passion I had never known before. I yearned to hold her, to taste the sweetness of her lips, but I know it is a dangerous game to play. The forbidden fruit was not meant to be plucked, for its taste could be both intoxicating and destructive.

And so, I watched from a distance, my heart aching with desire. I know that to pursue her would be to dance with danger, to risk everything for a taste of the forbidden. But sometimes, the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist. And as I gazed upon her, he couldn't help but wonder if I would ever have the courage to reach for that forbidden fruit, to taste the ecstasy that lay just beyond my grasp.