𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿 His 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲
"Fuck, whenever you're in my arms, I feel like I might crush you. You're so delicate," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Huh?"
"It took me three years to hug you, and today you let him hug you...
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If the world was ending I'd wanna be next to you If the party was over And our time on Earth was through I'd wanna hold you just for a while And die with a smile If the world was ending I'd wanna be next to you
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K A R T I K
"Umm, Lili…" I murmured, still half-asleep as she gently tapped my shoulder, trying to wake me up.
"Lili, please, just five more minutes. I worked so hard today," I mumbled, eyes closed, placing a lazy kiss on her palm.
"It's 12:00 a.m.," she whispered, her voice soft and soothing.
"Please wake up," she requested, her tone calm but with a hint of excitement that finally made me open my eyes.
Confused, I sat up and took her face gently in my hands, trying to read her expression. "What happened, Lili? Are you okay?" I asked, concerned, hoping she wasn't feeling unwell.
"I'm okay," she replied, her gaze soft and unwavering as she looked right into my eyes, almost lost in thought. There was something so sincere in her expression, something that made me want to hold her even closer.
"Then what's going on, Lili?" I asked, my voice softened by her gentle presence.
Without a word, she raised a finger and pointed toward the sofa. My gaze followed, and my jaw dropped. Right there, in front of the sofa, was a beautiful setup—a cake with candles, rose petals scattered in a delicate arrangement, and a warmth in the air that made the whole scene feel almost magical.
"Happy birthday," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as her eyes quickly lowered, clearly shy.
I hadn't expected this—not from her. This beautiful, thoughtful gesture was something I never thought I’d experience. I felt a rush of happiness flood through me, and without a second thought, I picked her up in my arms and walked over to the table, settling down with her in my lap.
"I made this," she said, a shy smile playing on her lips.
I looked down at the cake, simple yet beautiful, and smiled back. "My birthday gift?" I asked, holding out my hands, hoping for something special.
She got up from my lap and went over to our cupboard. My mind raced with possibilities—maybe she was going to wear that dress? She’s usually too shy, but… maybe tonight would be different?
My thoughts fizzled out as she returned, carrying something in her hands. I looked at her, a bit confused.
Then, she sat beside me, handing over my gift with a soft "Happy birthday."
