Ruhani ~ The Language Of Love

Sitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night. I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again and again. I was trying to compress my frequent blush that were turning my cheeks warm like candles. My lips unknowingly...

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩, 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 |✓

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 "We will go through this, together." No Maan, w...