"I don't know anything about his past relationships. What if I'm just a fling to him?".MEERA
"Who said I'm not enjoying? Pero, these one-night flings are not my thing. If I want someone, I want her for myself, and she will be mine." ADRIAN
Adrian...
It's been a week since Adrian and I confessed our love, and every moment feels like a dream. I've decided to take things slow because for me, love is something sacred that leads to marriage, and I want that with Adrian. We've both agreed to focus on finishing our studies first before taking any big steps.
At first, I felt a twinge of guilt for keeping our relationship a secret from my parents, but seeing how happy Adrian makes me, I know it's worth it. Despite his rough edges, like smoking and drinking, and his involvement in underground fighting, he's promised to leave all that behind for me. Our late-night chats are filled with flirty and sometimes dirty jokes in Spanish, which I dont understand yet I find both amusing and endearing. Just thinking about him brings a smile to my face. he had insisted, "You still have to follow my condition for scratching my bike." I knew deep down why he was adamant about it. It was his way of ensuring that we both had time to spend with each other
After a refreshing shower with my favorite rose fragrance shampoo, I towel-dried my hair and slipped into this.
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I let my hair fall naturally as I made my way back to my room,
As I was getting ready for the day, my phone pinged with a message that brought a smile to my face. "Good morning mi amor (My love)," it read, a sweet greeting from Adrian. I quickly replied, feeling a flutter of excitement in my chest.
I reached for the flower clip that Adrian had given me when we were just kids, a cherished memento of our friendship. Holding it in my hand, memories of our childhood flooded back, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for how far we've come, and slide them on my hair.
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Descending the stairs, the warmth of the kitchen greeted me first – the aroma of Amma's cooking a familiar melody in the morning air. Breakfast already graced the table,Appa sat at the head of the table, his brow furrowed in concentration as he meticulously scanned some documents. It was a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. At home, work worries seemed to melt away, replaced by the warmth of family and shared laughter. But lately, a shadow of stress seemed to cling to him, a worry etched upon his features.
