2 years later:
It was early in the morning when Tripura stepped out to her balcony and enjoyed the frsh breeze now playing with her hair
The cool morning breeze kissed her cheeks as Tripura closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply, savoring the freshness of the dawn.
The horizon was painted with hues of orange and pink as the sun slowly ascended, its rays gently illuminating the waking world. Birds chirped melodiously, flitting across the sky to begin their day.
She smiled softly at the beauty of the morning, her hands resting lightly on the railing. The tranquility of the moment was interrupted when she felt a strong, familiar arm wrap firmly around her waist, pulling her closer to a broad chest. A spark of warmth spread through her as she leaned back against him, her smile widening.
“You’re up early,” he murmured huskily against her ear, his breath sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.
Tripura chuckled, “The morning called me, I couldn’t resist.”
“Hmm... but the morning has nothing on you,” he replied, his voice deep and velvety. With deliberate slowness, he swept her hair over one shoulder, exposing the graceful curve of her neck.
Before she could respond, she felt his lips brush against her bare skin, warm and soft. He trailed kisses along her neck, each one igniting a trail of goosebumps on her sensitive skin.
She squirmed slightly, giggling as his stubble grazed her, tickling her neck.
“Ram!” she protested playfully, though she made no attempt to move away.
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Layers of Us
General FictionIn a world where tradition dictates the heart, Tripura Nagrajan finds herself trapped in an arranged marriage she never wanted. A compassionate soul with a passion for animals and a thriving career as a psychologist, actress, and business tycoon, T...
