Woh raat sirf andheri nahi thi...
woh bhookhi thi.
Usne jaise hi uske kareeb aakar uski kamar pakdi, saanson ka rhythm bigad gaya.
Lips ke beech sirf faasla nahi tha - control tha, jo dheere-dheere toot raha tha.
Uski ungliyaan kapdon ke kinaaron se khel rahi thi, jaise pooch rahi ho - permission ya surrender?
Uska kiss soft nahi tha.
Woh gehra tha.
Demanding.
Jaise woh sirf uske hoth nahi, uski rooh taste karna chahta ho.
Kapde ek-ek karke zameen par girte gaye.
Na sharam, na sawaal.
Sirf garm saansein, nangi sachchai, aur woh ehsaas...
jahan jism bolte hain aur dimag chup ho jaata hai.
Yeh sirf sex nahi tha.
Yeh power ka exchange tha.
Jahan woh usse touch karta hai, mark karta hai,
aur woh jaanti hai - subah tak kuchh bhi pehle jaisa nahi rahega.
Yeh kahani pyaar ki nahi.
Yeh kahani hai obsession, possession, aur un raaton ki
jahan kiss ke baad boundaries utar jaati hain...
aur kapdon ke saath saath dil bhi nanga ho jaata hai.
🖤 He doesn't love her gently.
He wants her completely.