It's all about re-interaction, just like i suggests the world is full of un-favourable and unknowingly unintentional meetups
So its been a mid night, our female protagonist is awake.... since it's been late but never in her midnight...... dream, beee untouched is being restless, craving every night for her successful businessman hubby.......being tummy down and with a plug of eardobes in ears manages to hear a thud on the door.....
knockk knock knockk knock.....!
For a girl who scares... silence a disturbance in midnight is a blessing in disguise.... breaking the monotonous room silence along with the ticktick of grandfather clock ..... and the swirling fan..... ufff
Back door.... she managed to take a thin satin over her shoulder.... since it's been raining from a while.... to avoid the breezy chills and excitement of getting encountered by a thief that he body craves for...... most of the time.... to manage her monotone life
She peeped through the door hole and enquired whos that....!
when she hear a voice rough and hell and... sensation as heaven..... I am Kabir..... she knows hundreds of kabir...... but this rough voice issshhhh make her belive that he is the very own....... College friend Kabir, but night what's wrong..... she suddenly open the door without thinking about her dress or night or anything to not loose a chance to avoid Silence of midnight
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Midnight Cudde
FantasyA Simple story of an unsatisfied wife who finds love in his college friend
