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Ict couples imagine. Contains mature content too , read at your own risks 😉
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The characte...
There's really not much plot, just my wild imagination!!! 😁(Don't tell me I didn't warn you) .😒
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The digital screen glowed with a stream of congratulatory posts and messages, each one a beacon of celebration. Amongst the virtual confetti and emojis, a single tweet stood out, a digital monument to victory.
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Jadeja lounged on the plush sofa in their home , his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. The words on the display blurred slightly as he squinted, his mind still buzzing from the adrenaline of the victory parade. He read Dhoni's tweet aloud, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. The room was a mess of discarded gear and half-empty drinks, a silent party in progress as the rest of the team had dispersed to their own celebrations.
Turning to Dhoni, who was meticulously folding his cricket gear, Jadeja quipped, "Looks like the old man is finally embracing social media. Did you write that yourself or did you get help?"
Dhoni's eyes flicked up from his task, a knowing smile crossing his face. "I can still manage a few words without assistance," he replied, his voice a mix of pride and mild annoyance at the teasing.
"Ah, so the legend still has some life in him," Jadeja said, the banter in his tone unmistakable. "I mean, on the field and all that, but in other... areas?" His voice trailed off suggestively, his grin broadening.
Dhoni chuckled, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you trying to say, Jaddu? That I can't keep up with the young bucks anymore?"
Dhoni's question hung in the air, a challenge wrapped in a joke. Jadeja took a sip of his beer, setting the bottle down with a clink. "Well, you know how it is. Rahul and Hardik, they're the new power couple of the team. They go at it like rabbits, huh?" He winked, his words carrying a hint of mischief.
The room grew tense for a moment, the air thick with unspoken tension. Dhoni looked up from his packing, a glint in his eye. "Is that so?" He paused, his smile turning into something more predatory. "I guess it's time I show you why they call me 'Thala'. Age is just a number, after all."
Without another word, Dhoni strode over to Jadeja, his movements swift and deliberate. He plucked the beer bottle from Jadeja's hand and set it aside, his fingers trailing down the younger man's chest, a silent promise of what was to come. "You think I've lost my touch?" He whispered, his breath hot against Jadeja's ear. "We'll see about that."
Jadeja's heart raced as Dhoni's strong arms encircled his waist, lifting him effortlessly onto the couch. His laughter faded into a gasp as Dhoni's lips claimed his in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was a kiss that spoke of years of unspoken desire and the pent-up passion of a thousand unspoken moments. The fabric of their clothes seemed to melt away as their bodies collided, the couch groaning under the weight of their passion.
