When Love Lasts✔️

Chapter 12

Mankirat Singh

The mere thought of her evading me, like a delicate butterfly fluttering away from my grasp, fills my heart with an indescribable ache. It seems as though every time I try to approach her, she slips through my fingers like sand, leaving me yearning for her presence. The way she avoids me, with a subtle grace that only adds to her allure, is both infuriating and captivating. I find myself drawn to her, like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull she exudes.

Her avoidance is like a dance, a tantalizing game of cat and mouse that we play. I can't help but wonder what lies beneath her guarded exterior, what secrets she hides behind those enchanting eyes. It's as if she knows the effect she has on me, the way my heart races and my palms grow clammy whenever she's near. Yet, she continues to elude me, teasing me with her presence and then disappearing into the shadows.

The frustration builds within me, like a storm brewing on the horizon. I long to confront her, to demand an explanation for her constant avoidance. But deep down, I fear that her reasons may be more complex than I can comprehend. Perhaps there are forces at play, circumstances that prevent us from being together. And yet, despite the obstacles that stand in our way, my desire for her only intensifies. Forbidden and dangerous, our connection is like a forbidden fruit, tempting me to take a bite and risk it all.

Positioned at the corner of my bedroom, I anxiously await her arrival, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and determination. The air is thick with unresolved tension, and I know deep down that it's time to confront her. No longer can she elude me, for I am resolute in my pursuit of closure.

As the seconds tick by, I can't help but recall the countless moments we shared, the laughter and the tears, the stolen glances and tender embraces. Our connection was undeniable, a flame that burned brightly, but now flickers in uncertainty. I yearn to understand why she has been avoiding me, to unravel the mystery that has left my heart in disarray.

The soft sound of footsteps finally reaches my ears, and my breath catches in my throat. There she is, walking past me with a delicate grace that has always captivated me. Her eyes meet mine, and for a fleeting moment, I see a flicker of vulnerability. It is in that instant that I know I must seize this opportunity, to confront her and lay bare my feelings. The time for avoidance is over; it is time to face the truth and find the resolution we both desperately seek.

With a surge of desire coursing through my veins, I gently guide her into the intimate sanctuary of my bedroom. The air is thick with anticipation as I press her delicate frame against the wall, my hands firmly but tenderly holding her in place. Her eyes widen with a mix of surprise and resistance, her lips parting to form a question that hangs in the air.

"What are you doing?" she breathes, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty, her body subtly wriggling against my grasp. Her resistance only fuels the fire within me, igniting a primal instinct that refuses to be tamed. I meet her gaze, my eyes filled with a raw intensity that mirrors the desire pulsating through every fiber of my being.

"Sukhi," I murmur, my voice husky with longing, "we both know how much we crave each other's touch, how our souls yearn to intertwine in a dance of passion." As our eyes lock, time seems to stand still, the world fading away into insignificance. In that moment, there is no denying the magnetic pull between us, the undeniable chemistry that has been building between us for far too long.

"Manny, we can't," she says, her voice trembling with uncertainty. I remain silent, my heart pounding in my chest, unable to find the right words to express the depth of my emotions. Without a second thought, I lean in and press my lips against hers, pouring every ounce of love and longing into that single kiss. It's as if time stands still, and in that moment, all our doubts and fears fade away.

As we reluctantly part, I notice a glistening tear escaping from the corner of her eye. My heart aches at the sight, and I can't bear to see her in pain. "Sukhi, no, please don't cry, my love," I whisper, my voice filled with tenderness. Gently, I reach up and brush away her tears, my touch offering solace and reassurance. In that tender gesture, I hope she can feel the depth of my love and the unwavering support I have for her.

Seeking comfort, she wraps her arms around me, holding me tightly as if afraid to let go. I can feel her pain pouring out, her body trembling against mine. In that embrace, I vow to be her rock, her shelter from the storm. I whisper sweet words of comfort, promising to stand by her side through thick and thin. Together, we will face any obstacle that comes our way, for our love is stronger than any adversity.

As I held her delicate body against mine, I could feel her weakness seeping into my very being. It was as if her vulnerability had become a part of me, urging me to protect her at all costs. With gentle care, I carried her weightless form to her bed, ensuring that she would find solace in the soft embrace of the covers.

As I tucked her in, I couldn't help but marvel at the way her features softened in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. Her tousled hair cascaded over the pillow, framing her angelic face. Leaning down, I pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, silently conveying my love and devotion. It was a simple gesture, but one that held a world of meaning between us.

Leaving her side reluctantly, I made my way to the living room where my closest companions awaited. Their eyes were fixed upon me, filled with concern and curiosity. It was clear that they had witnessed the intimate moment between us, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of vulnerability and pride. Yet, as I met their gaze, I knew that I had made the right choice. For in that moment, I had chosen to prioritize the well-being of the woman I loved above all else, and that was a decision I would never regret.

"Saleyo, phabi aa thuadi," I smirk.