Bangladesh to Thailand: The Journey of Nil and Stranger's Love [BL]

Chapter 58: The Clay of Love

The air between them seemed to shimmer with a delicate intimacy as Kao felt the warmth of Nil's breath against his shoulder. In that suspended moment, time itself appeared to hold its breath. The lines of Nil's face were softened in the tranquility of his expression, a serene relief evident in the upward curve of his lips and the gentle rise of his cheeks.

As they stood in that quiet embrace, a sudden awareness brushed through Kao like a cool breeze. His gaze shifted, catching sight of Lata approaching their room, engrossed in conversation with Shima, Nil's aunt. It was as though fate itself had conspired to interrupt their private moment.

With a silent urgency, Kao gently urged Nil to step back, his voice a whispered warning tinged with both urgency and reluctance. "Nil, we must part," he murmured, his eyes darting to the impending arrival of Lata and Shima. With a swift motion, he closed the door behind them.

Lost in the private world they'd constructed, Nil's fingers tightened around the breadth of  Kao's chest, anchoring himself in a moment of undeniable intimacy. Oblivious to the world beyond their cocoon, they existed in a silent exchange of solace and understanding.

But the intrusion of reality, relentless as ever, came with a gentle rap upon their door. Lata's voice, soft yet insistent, pierced their sanctuary, reminding them of their surroundings.

Kao hesitated, torn between the intimacy shared with Nil and the impending presence of Lata.

Yet, Nil remained steadfast, his grip unyielding, as if unwilling to release the safety of their embrace. With a gentle insistence, Kao's voice broke the silence, a whispered plea laced with urgency, "Nil... your mother calls."

Nil's response came in a distracted murmur, his focus still consumed by their shared moment, "Hmm..."

Kao's attempts to redirect faltered against Nil's resolve, his voice carrying a tinge of resignation, "Your mother awaits, Nil..."

With stubborn determination, Nil's voice rang out, drowning all other concerns as he clung to Kao, "Ma, I am engaged. I'll attend to you later."

Lata's acquiescence drifted through the door, a gentle acceptance tinged with concern, "Very well, but do not dally. I'll be waiting."

Kao attempted to turn away, but Nil's hold tightened, refusing to let go. With a strained voice, Kao questioned, "Are you not content with causing me enough pain? Must you also destroy me entirely?"

Nil's grip faltered at Kao's words. "Without you, I am but an empty vessel, devoid of purpose," Nil confessed softly. "Without you, my existence was akin to wandering aimlessly, devoid of direction." Kao turned to face Nil, their eyes locking in a silent exchange.

Nil continued, his words flowing uninterrupted. "This chamber is hardly conducive to such discussions," he remarked, his gaze unwavering. Despite Nil's insistence, Kao remained silent.

Nil and Kao found themselves seated upon the lush green grass beside the tranquil waters of the Nabaganga River. The river flowed steadily, its waters shimmering in the gentle sunlight. Above them arched a sturdy bridge, while the vast expanse of the sky stretched out endlessly in hues of blue.

Seven cows grazed nearby, contentedly munching on the verdant grass. In the distance, a few women went about their daily chores, their movements imbued with a serene tranquility that permeated the surroundings.

Seated facing the river, they were enveloped in the soft caress of the mild breeze. It was a moment of quietude, of peaceful contemplation.

Breaking the silence, Kao's voice pierced the calm. "When do you plan to depart?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the flowing waters.