On one hand, there is a simple living girl embodying a serene demeanour and a contented outlook on life. She finds joy in everyday moments and treasures simplicity over extravagance. Her wardrobe consists of timeless pieces rather than trends, refle...
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In my dreams, we were together in the most intimate of ways—wrapped in each other's embrace, no distance between us, no screen to separate our bodies. The world outside faded away, leaving just us, in a place where nothing else mattered.
I could feel his touch, warm and tender, tracing patterns along my skin. His fingers danced over my body, exploring every curve, every line, with a reverence that made my heart ache with love and longing. His touch was gentle, yet possessive, a reminder that I was his, completely and without reservation.
His voice, soft and hushed, whispered in my ear, telling me how much he loved me, how much he needed me. "You're everything to me, Anshi," he said, his breath warm against my skin. "Every part of you, every thought, every emotion—it's all mine."
I felt a deep sense of peace wash over me, a contentment I had never known before. In this dream, there were no worries, no fears, just the pure, unfiltered connection between us. I knew, deep down, that this was where I belonged, in his arms, with his love surrounding me.
We moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync, as if we had been made for each other. Every touch, every kiss, was a promise—of love, of devotion, of a future together that we both knew we wanted more than anything. The dream was vivid, almost real, and I clung to it, wanting to stay in this moment forever.
But as the night wore on, the dream began to fade, slipping away like sand through my fingers. I tried to hold onto it, to keep the feeling of his touch, his presence, but reality slowly crept back in, pulling me away from the perfect world we had created.
When I finally awoke, the first light of dawn was filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I blinked, disoriented for a moment, the remnants of the dream still clinging to me. My heart ached with the loss of that perfect connection, but as I turned to my phone, I saw that he was still there, just as he had promised.
His face filled the screen, peaceful and content, his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep waiting for me to wake up. A smile tugged at my lips, and I felt a surge of affection for him, knowing that he had kept his word, staying with me until the very end.
"Good morning," I whispered softly, not wanting to wake him just yet. I watched him for a moment, taking in the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the slight curve of his lips as if he was dreaming of something sweet.
As if sensing my gaze, his eyes fluttered open, and when he saw me, his smile widened, filling the screen with warmth. "Good morning, my love," he murmured, his voice still husky with sleep. "Did you sleep well?"
I nodded, my heart swelling with love. "I did. I dreamed of you."
His smile deepened, and I could see the tenderness in his eyes. "I hope it was a good dream," he said softly.
"It was perfect," I replied, my voice filled with emotion. "Just like this moment."
For a while, we just looked at each other, the connection between us as strong as ever, even through the distance. There was something comforting about the quiet morning, the world still waking up around us, and I felt a deep sense of peace knowing that he was there, always there, no matter what.
