OUR OBSESSIONS - FATE of LOVE

Chapter 18

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The past fifteen days have left me grappling with an undeniable truth. I can no longer stand the emptiness of living without Esha in my life. Her presence, like a vibrant flame, leaves an indelible mark on every aspect of my being. The mere thought of her triggers a relentless torrent of memories and desires, sending shivers down my spine. Each lingering memory, from her captivating smile to the subtle touch of her skin, intensifies my longing to a dizzying point. Even my nights are haunted by that one tiny mole on her skin that was driving me mad with a storm of unspoken desires, plagued with ceaseless tossing and turning, leading me to restless nights spent in cold-icy showers that do little to quell the fire that burns within me.

For two excruciating decades, I had failed to see her value, the treasure that was right before my eyes. But now, I was determined to hold on to every precious moment we had left together. I wanted to cherish every second, every look, every touch before the unavoidable truth finally caught up with us. With every passing second, I was painfully aware of the looming truth that would soon shatter our fragile illusion. I was standing on the edge of uncertainty, time was slipping through my fingers, the countdown to a revelation I dreaded approaching with each beat of my heart.

I stood there outside her door for what felt like an eternity, but in reality, only two hours passed by. I understand she has plans today, yet according to her schedule, she should have returned by now. 'I should have gone straight to the café instead of lingering here like a lost soul,' I chastised myself for the foolish decision to wait outside her door. The minutes ticked by slowly and painfully, each one echoing with impatience, regret, and the nagging feeling that I was wasting precious seconds that I could have spent with her.

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One snap, no reply. She seems ensnared in a reverie.

Two snaps, no reply. The same silence yields.

I gently grasp her shoulders, nudging her back to the present. "Firefly?" I call softly. "Haa..." she responds, her mind still adrift in distant thoughts.

"Are you undressing me, dreamy head?" I tease, my gaze searching her face for a hint of her inner world.

"In your dreams," Esha retorts, yet I can sense the weight of something unspoken lingering beneath her words. I choose not to press her; if she needs time, I will grant it to her.

"In my dreams, you are far more adventurous than merely undressing, firefly," I confess, pulling her a fraction closer. Her eyes widen at my unexpected boldness.

"You didn't answer my question!" my little firefly insists, her curiosity piqued, and the thought brings a smirk to my lips.

I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, feeling the warmth of her hands gripping my shoulders. "Europe. Business." Two simple words that encapsulate the explanation she seeks.

Just as the moment hangs delicately between us, my phone rings, shattering our precious silence. I gently guide her to the side, murmuring, "I need to take this." She nods, waving her hand in a gesture of understanding, urging me to answer.