A story tossed in by the aroma of romance,love,lust and allured pleasure.
The story instincts on the euphoria derived from physical intimacy.
Aishwarya and Rituraj childhood lovers.
Paved there ways apart for pursuing there future carriers.But who k...
It's getting late Rituraj! Bye! Will meet again soon!
But this time "soon" sounded different. Aishwarya turned back to him once more and looked into his eyes tears rolled upon her eyes!..... We will meet again right,Ritu?
Ritu had never unmasked his tears in front of her ...... He said with a masked smile. Yes, .......Aish ofcourse will meet again!
The cab arrived and soon she left "The Streets Talks"~The place which holds on to a lot of memories.
He sat down in a stringed chair inside the cafe lost in some morbid thoughts and conversations he had with her. I'll m
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iss it, Ritu said with a sigh of long breath.
Lost in his morbid thoughts he hold on to a can of beer and drew a sip from it. Soon the cafe manager prompted, "It's time to close our cafe" He took the can and went outside the streets of Tiblisi, Georgia. Although some of the soberness had gotten into his eyes, Something caught his eyes. Aish's necklace....... O goodd....what to do with this now This girl she forgets everything. But it was in her neck ..... Then, probably it had slipped of her neck by mistake. Perhaps she wasn't careless for the first time.....umm.. He took the necklace with him and wore it as a bracelet. Aish's perfume..... Ummm the smelll.....it's an intoxication. The necklace even had her smell. That night he couldn't sleep for so, the intoxication of her voice was playing in his mind in eternal loop.
Ah, her vocals...... The pleasure and allurance he had got through that voice would play in overtime loop until they meet again. Such pleasure..... Such intoxication which know no bounds.
But who gurantees that the road once divided would never meet again?
