Redolence of Endearment
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"Do you even know what your name means Amiya?"
He asked, dropping his voice to a low and husky tone. I shook my head as a NO.
"It means Nectar. Your name, it means Amrit. That sweet elixir which should only be drunk by Dev."
He continued making me realise what he actually meant.
"I, Devansh, hereby announce to you that, YOU are my Nectar, my Elixir, my Amrit and my Amiya. You are solely mine to devour."
With that sentence he started kissing me, to be more precise maybe drinking me!
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What he said left me thinking... Why are our names connected? Are we really fated together?
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