Dearest Akshay,
I will call you Akshay only, always.
I can't tell the amonut of gratitude I have towards you. You enetered my life like an explosion. Grand and pushy. But I'm glad i let you in.
I have depression. Major depressive disorder. MDD. I suffered from painc attacks when it happened for the first time. I mean when my virginity was lost.
By my brother. Mohit Banerjee.
When our parents died, instead of builing a home for us, he built a prison for me. He did it every night. Just spared the days of my period. He forced me into getting a contraception to avoid "issues".
I don't know what you did, Akshay. Your kiss gave me a breather. And i felt like living. I felt your love. But i kept breaking too and panic attacks hurt.
Your kisses heal me. They'd give me the strength to go on even while broken.
I was never kissed before you kissed me.
And when you did in that alley, it was not just a kiss but, A Kiss Of Life.
YOU ARE READING
Kiss Of Life
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