Love will Follow

Chapter 17

देखा एक ख़्वाब तो ये सिलसिले हुए
दूर तक निगाहों में हैं गुल खिले हुए
ये ग़िला है आप की निगाहों में
फूल भी हों दर्मियां तो फ़ासले हुए
देखा एक ...

In the tender embrace of their dimly lit room, Gautam and Nandini melted into each other, their bodies intertwined in a dance of love and longing. With every gentle touch and lingering kiss, they poured their hearts out, speaking volumes without uttering a single word.

Their passion ignited like wildfire, their breaths becoming one in a symphony of shared pleasure. The rhythm of their hearts matched the intensity of their connection, each beat echoing the depth of their love.

In the quiet of the night, their whispers of affection mingled with soft moans of pleasure, filling the air with a sweet melody that only they could hear. Lost in the moment, they surrendered to the intoxicating embrace of their desire, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

With each tender caress, they expressed their devotion, their love pouring forth in waves of ecstasy. And as they reached the pinnacle of their passion, their cries of ecstasy mingled with the rustle of the sheets, a testament to the depth of their connection and the intensity of their desire.

In that fleeting moment of bliss, Gautam and Nandini were lost in each other, their souls intertwined in a love that knew no bounds. And as they lay tangled in each other's arms, they knew that their love would endure, a flame that burned brightly in the darkness, lighting their way through the night.

Nandini's heart sank as Gautam pulled away, leaving her feeling a pang of hurt and confusion. She watched him silently as he put on his underwear and left for the bathroom, the distance between them feeling heavier than ever. With a heavy sigh, Nandini got up from the bed, her emotions swirling inside her like a storm.

Feeling hurt and vulnerable, she quickly slipped into her Salwar kameez, the fabric offering her a sense of comfort in the midst of her turmoil. As she adjusted the folds, she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was wrong, that there was a disconnect between them she couldn't quite grasp.

With determination burning in her chest, Nandini made her way to the bathroom, her steps heavy with apprehension. She knocked softly on the door, her voice trembling as she called out to Gautam, "Gautam, can we talk? Please, I need to understand why you're acting like this." Every word carried the weight of her emotions, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his response, hoping for some clarity in the midst of the confusion.

As Gautam opened the door, he was met with Nandini's tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and confusion. His heart ached at the sight, a wave of pity washing over him as he longed to ease her pain.

But try as he might, Gautam struggled to find the words to express the turmoil raging inside him. He wanted to tell Nandini about the crushing weight of his responsibilities, the relentless stress of his job that threatened to consume him whole. He wanted to explain how he yearned to break free from the suffocating grip of his career, to pursue his dreams and find true happiness.

But the words caught in his throat, suffocated by the weight of his own insecurities and fears. How could he burden Nandini with his worries when she already carried so much on her shoulders?