Inhaling close to her ear, he assured her, "I can guarantee you a lifetime of adventures."
Meerab clutched her hands together but smiled and replied, "You better be sure, otherwise I'll be coming back for a refund!"
When she looked up not getting an...
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In the boundless tapestry of the celestial dome, their love shimmered like solivagant star, entwining in a serendipitous cosmic waltz. Their whispered breaths meandered through the corridors of eternity, spinning symphonies of ancient lore and birthing tales anew
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In the midst of the pouring rain, they stepped back, their eyes tightly shut, as if shielding themselves from the world. The raindrops cascaded down upon them, like a gentle cleansing shower, washing away their worries and fears. Their breaths came in uneven gasps, like the howling winds of a stormy night.
Her delicate hand clung to his now translucent kurta, holding on with a fervent grip, as if it were a lifeline in a vast sea. His arm enveloped her slender waist, providing a sense of security and protection in the midst of the tempest.
Around them, the boundary was adorned with fairy lights, their soft glow flickering intermittently with the heavy downpour of rain. The lights seemed to mirror the ebb and flow of their emotions, casting a magical ambiance upon the scene.
The cool air, carried by the rain-laden breeze, brushed against their skin, causing them to shiver. It was as if the wind itself carried the whispers of their souls, intertwining and dancing in the ethereal space between them. They stood there, captivated by the sensations that enveloped them, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of nature.
He bent down again, his eyes locked with hers, and his lips pressed against the soft skin of her cheeks. The touch was delicate yet full of desire, dangerously close to her lips. His lips, cold and wet from the rain, seemed to possess a warmth that transcended the physical realm. The gentle caress sent tingles down her spine, a sense of intimacy that made her heart race.
His hands trembled as they brushed against the hem of her dress, as if searching for something they could not find. His lips descended slowly on her neck, like a soft, gentle whisper in the wind, sending a shiver up her spine. His hand, like a warm, comforting embrace, slowly slipped inside, brushing against the soft skin of her waist, making her heart flutter with anticipation.
"Murtasimmm..Meerab.."
The shrill voice of Ma Begum resounded like a thunderclap, making them pull back with a gasp. Meerab was flushed her soft skin as red as a rose petal, as she hastily straightened her nightshirt. Ma Begum's voice came again, like a distant echo, from the stairs. Murtasim brushed his hair, adjusting himself as he stared into Meerab's eyes, still dark and smoldering. Their breaths were like fire and ice, ragged and passionate.
Ma Begum stood at the doorway of the terrace, her eyes wide as she took in the drenched form of theirs. Their breathing was still ragged as they held their breath to calm it down. Meerab's hands were folded on her chest, her shirt had become transparent, revealing her black bandeau. Ma Begum's eyes narrowed in disapproval, her gaze making Meerab flush in embarrassment. She opened her mouth to scold them, but then stopped short, her gaze softening as she saw the unspoken emotion in their eyes.
