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As Isha meticulously folded the last piece of cloth, she arranged it neatly in their closet. Suddenly, two photographs slipped out from between the folds, landing softly on the ground. As she picked them up, memories flooded back, transporting her to two pivotal moments in her relationship with Rudrakansh.
The first picture captured a candid moment before their marriage, depicting Rudrakansh sneaking into her bedroom at 4 am. She chuckled softly at the memory of her usually composed and dominant husband behaving like a mischievous teenager. Despite his powerful demeanor, he couldn't resist the pull of their love, eagerly seeking her out even in the early hours of the morning.
As Isha gazes at the first picture, a soft smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and her heart flutters with fond memories. The image captures a moment of playful intimacy between her and Rudrakansh, frozen in time like a treasured snapshot from a bygone era.
In the photograph, she is wrapped securely in Rudrakansh's embrace, her legs encircling his waist as he holds her close, their reflection mirrored in the glass behind them. His arms are strong and protective around her, and she can almost feel the warmth of his body pressed against hers, his breath ghosting over her skin as he nuzzles into her chest.
In that moment, they were cocooned in their own private world, where time stood still and nothing else mattered except the love they shared.
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Turning her attention to the second picture, Isha's cheeks flush with a rosy hue as she recalls the passion and tenderness of that unforgettable night.The image captures a post-date moment of intimacy between her and Rudrakansh, their love illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window.
In the photograph, she stands with her back against Rudrakansh's chest, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist, their bodies molded together in a tender embrace. Her dress slides down her shoulder, a subtle reminder of the passion they shared, while Rudrakansh nuzzles his face into the curve of her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine. In that moment, they were lost in the throes of their love, their hearts beating as one, their souls intertwined in a dance of desire and devotion.
