"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚?" His querying felt like a blade to her, her life straddling its sharpness.
"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩." Her br...
Tonight, there was a tinge of strange nervousness in me that never existed before. I think it was one of his side-effects. What is that boy doing to me? I think I'm changing. A lot. I have been noticing myself quietly that now-a-days, those fictional men are found partially in my mind, not like before when, I crave for colliding with my own made up man. These days, I desire to merge with the real ado and non-fantasized raptures. My lips dangle a smile anytime when I remember of him. It was too foolish of me to notice these things silently. I could have controlled myself from doing those things but the thing is that- I don't want to authorise my emotions.
I never used to exclaim for someone's appearance, smile, dragoned eyes and for someone. I never in life used to feel someone's hug like a home. Protected and secure. Maybe cause he understood me the best. But still, it is so foreign to me. Never in my fucking life, I showed my emotions this openly. Never in my life, I admire someone's physical features. His dimples, his dragon yet calming eyes-and how could I forget about his hoarse voice?
Even while imagining this turmoil, my eyes brightened for a mysterious reason I myself was unaware and my rushing hormones vent up as the nude and berry shades of blush on my visage. Wait- did I flush in imagining these? No physical appearance or anything. Just a thought related to him gives me ecstasy.
I was letting these; emotions, thoughts and notices while sinning myself to the warmth of the pieces of donning cloths as per his request of seeing me in black. And here I'm--the tempting and alluring black dress clutched around my body's curves boldly, as I was checking out my own self on the giant mirror pane.
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Am I silly for obeying him? shouldn't I disobey him? but what is wrong in obeying your friend's request? I think I'm overthinking. He just asked cause..maybe he might also be wearing black as it is his favourite which of-fucking-course didn't go unnoticed by me.
I tilted my feet on the mate cone heels, fixing the heel belt on. I grabbed my device and moved out of the room. Getting out in the corridor, I checked the room beside me only to find it locked. Was he so fast today?
I exclaimed with my raised eyebrows. I was about to walk, to the elevator for taking my lift upwards as the party was held at none other than the 27th floor itself, but halting my moving actions as my phone chimed with a notification. Whose? well whose else it would be?
I checked the recent text that he sent me-
"Ready, my stuttering mess, En? Come to the 27th floor, I'm desperately (and I accept that) waiting for ya. Now come already!"
