" I slept with him...." Came her innocent voice.
" No, she is lying." Screamed Vihaan.
" Stop lying, tell them we were just in one room and nothing else happened. My character is dependent on your truth Miss. Please don't lie." Vihaan warned calmly...
As I gazed at Kanvi sleeping peacefully on my bed, her fragile form stirred something deep within me. I felt my heart swell. Her exhausted body relaxed, unaware of my gaze. Her marital life was a facade, hiding her true pain.
In sleep, she was carefree, her face serene. Her chest rose and fell with each soft breath. The slipping straps of her nightdress revealed her soft skin.
My fingers yearned to graze her tenderly, tracing the curves of her body. I craved the warmth of her skin, the softness that only she possessed. The urge to protect her, to shield her from the world's cruelties, overwhelmed me. Or maybe I'm that world's cruelty.
Kanvi's dark hair cascaded across my pillow like a waterfall of night. Her eyelashes fluttered with each dream, casting shadows on her cheeks. Her lips, soft and inviting, parted slightly, releasing gentle whispers.
As I stood there, mesmerized, the world outside receded, leaving only the two of us. Time froze, and all that existed was this moment, this fragile beauty, and my unrelenting desire to cherish her.
My heart swelled with emotion, and I knew I had to be careful. One misstep could shatter this delicate balance. Yet, I couldn't resist the pull of her vulnerable beauty.
I vowed to unravel the tangled threads of her life, to bring light to the shadows that haunted her. I'd watch over her for now, ensuring her peace remained unbroken.
Gently, I brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead, my fingertips grazing her skin. A spark of electricity ran through me, and I knew I was lost to this woman, forever bound to her fragile heart.
My eyes roved over her peaceful face, drinking in the beauty of her unguarded moments. For a few fleeting hours, she was carefree, disconnected from the weight of her secrets. I cherished this vulnerability, this trust she unknowingly placed in me.
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My fingers grazed the petals of the white roses, their delicate edges unfolding like tiny prayers. I placed the bouquet on the bed, its subtle fragrance wafting through the air like a gentle blessing. Leaning in, I gently swept stray strands of hair from her cheeks, my fingertips grazing her skin. My heart swelled with tenderness.
I breathed in the scent of her hair, the subtle fragrance of her skin. My lips hovered above her temple, hesitating for a moment before descending in a whisper-soft kiss. The touch was almost ethereal, a promise of protection and devotion.
As our skin met, time dissolved, leaving only the gentle thrum of our hearts. My kiss emitted a love so pure, so profound, it seemed to reverberate through every cell of my being. I felt the kiss resonate deep within me, a gentle hum of devotion that harmonized with the beat of her heart.
Withdrawing from the kiss, I whispered a gentle promise in her ear: "Happy birthday, Ma Cherie." The words danced across her skin, carrying the weight of my love.
