" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 "
"Tell me Baby did he make you feel the same way I did"
He slowly moved his nose on my cheek and grabbed me by my hips...
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" Is this the beginning of love or ruin? "
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Advait was standing in the balcony of his bedroom and the past memories splashed over his brain, haunting his current life. No matter what happens, his demons always return to him.
No matter how hard he tries to forget those awful memories, he always gets stuck in the dark slumber of his past. Advait Agnihotry has changed himself into a better man. A man who doesn't care. A man who is ready to risk his life in a heartbeat if that's to safeguard his family.
He has built his walls and doesn't allow anyone to cross through them. No one.
Marriage. Once there was a certain period in his life that he was eager to marry the love of his life but his heart got scrambled and so did his capability to feel anything.
He ran his hands through his hair and rested them upon the side of his neck while trying to normalise his harsh breathing. He closed his eyes and released a breath.
Peace, he needed peace and a break so he let the contagious fag to take over his brain. Temporary
( Smoking is contagious and harmful for your health, Kindly avoid smoking)
He placed the fag between his lips and took the lighter, placed inside his drawer and lit up his cigarette, he sucked on a breathe, letting the poison enter inside his lungs and released all his stress in the form of smoke.
His movements went still when he heard a knock on his door, but he didn't bother to stop smoking before opening the door. He walked up towards his door and opened his door with a harsh Swift, thinking that it might be the twins.
" Can you-" His words were hung in the middle as he saw his mother standing outside his door.
" May I come inside? " Shweta asked with a pained smile on her face. She was a mother and no mother in this world can see their children struggling and in pain. Although she knew, Her son was perfect, she couldn't help being worried about him all the time.
" You never have to take my permission Maa "
Advait let out a guilty sigh and moved towards his desk to crush the stick on the ashtray. No mother will love the idea of his son smoking right?
He motioned her mother to sit on his bed and sat beside her. Shweta crossed her legs on his bed and Patted on her thighs, indicating him to sleep on his lap.
Without any second thought, Advait lay down on the bed by placing his head on the warm embrace of his mother and he felt exceptional as soon as his mother's hands found the way towards his head, caressing his hair and giving soft pats on his chest.
" Are you feeling good? " His mother asked him, hoping to make him feel a bit relaxed.
" I feel at ease whenever you are around Maa, No question asked " He let out a relaxing sigh and later closed his eyes to have some moments of peace on his mother's lap.
