He pecked my forehead and attached our forehead we were breathing heavily due to the ferocious kiss we have shared and damn god he is good, na! na! -fantastic kisser.
"How many times have you kissed before?"
"Never. Ahana never you are my first and...
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Age-26
The ocean before me was a paradox—during the day, it gleamed with the warmth of sunshine, but under the veil of night, its waves seemed to whisper secrets, dark and untold. I had been standing here for two hours, lost in the labyrinth of my haunted past, each memory clawing at my soul, dragging me deeper into despair. The traumas I had buried resurfaced like uninvited ghosts, reminding me of all I had lost, all I could never change.
But this wasn’t the time to crumble. The world wouldn’t pause for my grief, and neither could I. There were battles ahead, battles I couldn’t afford to lose. Mourning what was already gone wouldn’t mend it, and I knew that. I wiped the tears streaming down my face and tilted my head up to the vast, star-speckled sky, my silent plea rising with the wind.
“God, grant me strength,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the crashing waves. Strength to face what lay ahead. Strength to confront him.
The night on the ship was heavy, its finality pressing against my chest like a weight. This was the last night, the last chance to unravel the tangled web of lies and truths surrounding Mahira. There was no room for hesitation now.
I exhaled deeply, the breath shaky but resolute. Steeling myself against the storm raging within, I turned away from the mysterious waves and took a step forward. Each stride was filled with determination, each heartbeat echoing a silent mantra: This is my fight.
The corridor leading to Ishaan’s room felt endless, and with every step, the weight of the conversation ahead grew heavier. But I couldn’t let fear stop me. Not tonight. Not when so much was at stake.
I stood outside his door, hesitating, my mind an endless battle of should I knock, or should I leave him be? Maybe he was already asleep, and I shouldn’t disturb him. My hand faltered, hovering in the air, and I turned on my heel, deciding to walk away. But then the weight of this moment pressed against me—this is the last night, my only chance to set things right.
Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand and knocked softly. No answer. The silence made my heart sink, but stubbornness wouldn’t let me leave just yet. I knocked again, a little louder this time. Faint shuffling sounds reached me from the other side, and hope stirred in my chest. He was awake. Still, the door didn’t open, even after what felt like two long minutes.
