Virginity or virtue. What Really Defines Her?

08. Best cuddle and then Goodbye

In the midst of all the excitement and passion, there’s a simple, profound joy in the moments when everything slows down. It’s in these quiet instances, wrapped in each other’s arms, that true comfort and connection are felt. The best cuddles are not just about physical closeness but about the warmth and solace found in being together, letting go of all the chaos and just being present.

I never explicitly told Abeer how much I craved a good cuddle everytime we slept; perhaps he sensed it in my eyes or picked up on my body language or maybe he just wanted to do it for himself.

That day he healed a part of me, he didn't know it's broken.

But the next morning, he gave me the best cuddle of my life. It was the second time he had done so; the first had come earlier.

We were both lying in bed, eyes closed, and I was half-asleep. After a moment, we both opened our eyes simultaneously. I looked into his eyes, and he extended his hand towards me, holding mine and pulling me closer with a soft, “Aao cuddle karte hai.”As he pulled me towards him, I could feel his entire body against mine.

Our legs were entwined, and the sensation was magical, making my mind feel incredibly free. He rested his head gently on my shoulder, creating a moment of pure comfort and connection.

That day I forgot my past entirely, where I had been abandoned from a guy with whom I had dreamt to marry.

That day was filled with chaos in my mind and laziness in my body. He hadn’t slept properly the night before either, and we were both unaware of the unsuccessful rounds that had occurred. To lighten the mood, he joked that maybe we  had too much the previous day.

Despite our exhaustion, we still managed to find some energy for two successful spicy encounters before checking out.

Phir, phir kya? The same routine followed—he dropped me home, but this time with a lingering desire for more. It felt different, though. There was a connection I couldn’t deny, one I knew deep down wasn’t healthy.I decided then and there not to disturb him, to only reply if he texted first.

I didn’t want him to feel annoyed by my messages. I wasn’t sure why I suddenly felt this way, but I knew I needed to create some virtual distance—just enough to keep things in check.Physically, though? I wasn’t ready to let go. There was something about being close to him that I wasn’t prepared to lose just yet.

Being apart, I realised something profound: being physical with someone without any emotional connection might bring temporary relief, but true peace remains elusive. The emptiness that follows lingers far longer than the moments of fleeting comfort.

That day i realised:-

Hotel rooms cannot be your home,
They’re but a fleeting, empty dome.
Walls that echo strangers’ sleep,
Void of secrets we would keep.

A home is crafted, brick by brick,
With love, emotions, and the trick
Of finding joy in shared routine,
In whispered words and quarrels mean.

It’s built on moments, nights and days,
In glances, touches, tender ways.
Where intimacy lights the hall,
And jealousy finds room to brawl.

A hotel room, it’s just a stay,
A pause upon your transient way.
But home, dear heart, is where we weave
Our dreams, our fears, the lives we live.

It's where your heart forever goes,
Where every corner, laughter knows.
In its embrace, you’ll find your place,
Where love resides, and time moves slowly.

Hotel rooms are but a phase,
A step along life’s winding maze.
But home, sweet home, is where you find
The truest solace, heart and mind.