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"Love's First Whisper" is a short comfort read for all those willing to dive into a tale that cuddles you with softness and love, without a hint of sadness. It dives you from a world with sorrow to merely heaven-like gardens.
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As autumn unfolded, leaves began drifting to ground, and flowers lost their colourful vibrancy, shedding petals. Yet, amidst the fading nature, our love blossomed in each other's close presence radiantly.
Conventionally dates had been happening in public places, to be more specific- in restaurants, cafes or parks. As an introvert and extreme anti-social, they weren't my preference as they didn't give me a room for conversation, making me extremely at unease. So, we opted for solitude, a peaceful place where we could get lost in each other's lovely embrace.
And, therefore here we were, in a lavish hotel room, a choice which might raise eyebrows. But, our intentions were pure which meant - no physical involvement before marriage.
Love manifests differently for different individuals. For some, it's merely a word, extremely overrated. To some, it's a profound emotion. For many, love comprises care, loyalty, honesty, trust and vulnerability.
For me, it held a more intricate meaning. I looked at love as a meticulously woven tapestry of patience. It demanded resilience despite the heart burning intensely with longing. This beautiful sentiment required unwavering dedication, austerity and self-control.
The room was extremely beautiful, just like where I manifested to be with you, my sweetheart, in my teenage years.
The spacious foyer's polished marble floor and elegant lights had set the tone. Golden crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceiling added a touch of luxury and sophistication.
The living area flew seamlessly into the bedroom, creating a vast and airy space.
Soft, golden lightning illuminated the room, highlighting rich textures and soothing colors. Plush carpets, velvety couches and sleek wood accents created warmth.
I still remember how you didn't say a word for exactly 13 minutes.
I tried to talk but my words came out merely as a stutter. It was extremely challenging for me to muster the courage up to rest my head in your lap. Even asking permission required me to have a very hard moment of introspection and contemplation, the words came out after a while of thoughts.
As I rested my head in your lap, your hesitation was palpable, mirroring my own but the difference persisted where I was able to conceal my emotions inside.
My heart raced upon seeing you after years but, as soon as I laid myself in your lap, my frayed nerves calmed down and your warmth engulfed me from within.
It all started with a very simple question of yours. It was years after adulthood, I was hearing your voice in person.
You started speaking in your mellifluous, extremely soft, feather-like voice, sending shivering vibrations down my ears.
"You booked this room for meeting me, right?", You asked, taking me off-guard by your sudden question which had a very obvious answer.
"Yes.", I responded simply, while being extremely successful in the attempt of hiding the emotions I was feeling.
Overwhelmed, I felt an intricate mix of nervousness and anxiety, emotions too complex to articulate. These unspoken feelings surpassed anything I'd experienced ever in my life, even during our teenage romance.
"Then meet.", you countered. It would be a lie if I had said that I knew this was coming because, I didn't.
Discerning the increasing tension in the surroundings, and within myself, I decided to ignore your double-meaning sentence and played along.
"I did. I met you.", I declared.
"Are we supposed to meet like this?", you asked, your voice sounding like music to my ears. Like the water to my thirst.
"How are we supposed to actually meet?", I asked back, while I felt your lips forming a thin line, a tight lipped smile.
"I don't know.", you shrugged while your hands which were stroking my cheeks, moved to my hair, caressing them.
I yearned to melt in your touch. To freeze in this moment forever. To die like this, spending eternity with this moment, a symphony of comfort.
"I don't know either.", I responded and took hold of your hand, leaning my face into your touch.
Gently, I wrapped my fingers around your wrist, drawing your hand to the crook of my neck. Your skin against mine sent shivers of delight. The warmth of your presence beside me was exhilarating, calming every sense of my being down.
I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes, discerning your intense gaze on me through my periphery.
I was reminded of the stories I created about our first meeting and shared with you. Those stories, where I repeatedly promised to shower you with kisses upon our first encounter, now seemed like mere fantasies - my cherished expectations, not our actual reality.
In reality, shyness and hesitation consumed us- like a newly arranged wedded couple, which made our vision regarding first meet impossible to be turned to reality.
A heavy silence hung between us, thick with unspoken tension. The silence wasn't the comfortable one- it was demanding, weighted by unfulfilled promises of showering you with infinitely many kisses as soon as my gaze would land on you. Here, my heart lacked courage to build the gap with even a gentle cheek kiss.
We had dated for years, but refrained ourselves from kissing each other in our teenage years.
I have always believed that the love stories created between the halls, classes and grounds of Indian schools are pure as heck.
Our school's structure encompassed many facilities, but sharing kiss opportunities were limited. The open assembly ground, children's park, playground and basketball court offered little solitude, away from the halls and classes enclosed in one building. But, to shy her and introvert me, finding privacy for tender kisses seemed impossible.
As we belonged to opposite genders, our parents' openness to our relationship was uncertain, we highly doubted if they'll consider us just as friends. Even if they were progressive, we hesitated to test their boundaries, when we were very familiar about parents' magical capabilities of knowing the exact thing going on in their kid's life.
The risk of creating a doubt and sparking a dramatic confrontation was too great, which could threaten our relationship and ultimately lead to separation and thus, we refrained from seeing each other in our respective homes.
Abruptly, I felt your lips grazing the skin of my cheeks, flushing my insides. Extremely unexpected.
"This is how we're supposed to meet.", you claimed, while I couldn't help the teenage burst of emotions within my burning heart.
I wanted more of those kisses but I knew that you wouldn't give me any until I returned the one given by you.
I chuckled at the thought. We both were childlike in our mid-twenties too, but, you were more indeed.
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