Book-3
Lord Rama once said,
"No one can change the direction of the wind, but one can adjust the sails to reach the destination."
Ishani Raichand.
Intelligent, ambitious, and confident.
Is engaged in a relentless battle against the patriarchal norm...
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A night ago.
"Fuck." I groaned in frustration as all I could think of is Ishani. I was cuddling her. I was holding her by that curvy waist. Her skin so soft, like an exclusive silk. All golden, perfectly match to the sand on the beach. Her eyes so gorgeous, shape like an almond and black.
Lips fucking pink, just like how pink her eyelids are. Hair thick and shiny, reaching to her back and soft as cotton. Everything about her is an art, like god has taken an extra time to work on her.
Especially that beautiful body. So perfect, so worked and structured. Curvy waist, thick thighs, delicate collar bones and everything so fine. She's all I think, she's all I think for the past two days.
"Fuck! It's inappropriate! It's fucking inappropriate!" I groaned in frustration again, clearing any fucking thoughts that has been living in my head rent free after the night Ishani has slept in my bed.
She was in my arms, my hand was on her waist and wrapping her stomach. She was wearing my favourite T-shirt and that too slipping down on her delicate shoulder. Our legs were intertwined, our fingers were engulfed and my chin was touching her bare neck.
Fuck. Fuck. And big lousy fuck.
My bed still smell like her. My blanket smell like her. My fucking pillow smell like her. Everything she touched that night, smells like her. For god's fucking sake, even I smell like her.
Roses.
The scent has been planted into my fucking sub conscious mind and now I smell her everywhere. In the food, in the air and into the void. I smell her everywhere and that.... and that started this fucking problem.
Problem of my dicky-dick.
.
"Adi? What the fuck is taking you so long?" Atharva shouted and banged on the bathroom door as if I'm dead inside. Asshole has no fucking patience.
"Can't I even take a piss in peace, asshole?" I grudged. I'm already frustrated of this motherfucker dick and Atharva is making me go mad even more. "Come in and hold my if you're that impatient!"
"Too small to hold." Atharva laughed sarcastically and stood outside the bathroom door as if I'm actually dying inside. Well, it's true. I'm dying. I'm dying because why the fuck is my dick not working like it should?
In world full of diseases, I got a dead dick.
Yeah. Something happened to my dicky-dick two days ago. I don't know what happened but the outcome of that happening is... it's not standing up. It's not standing the fuck up...
Unless,
I think of Ishani.
.
Fuck me. Fuck me to death because how pervert friend I am?! I am allowed to think anything but this for my female bestfriend. I'm allowed to kill a person but not this!
