December Diaries (Part-1)

💜December Diaries 💜
📚Part-1

He pulled her closer to him. She blushed. He gave a small peck on her forehead. She smiled. His lips traced their path to her lips. She savoured the moment in her heart. His hands explored her delicate body. She closed her eyes in ecstacy. His touch was soft yet intense. Her moans were louder yet hushed. His touch was rough yet tender. She was in pain yet feeling pleasure. The December night was chilled yet full of warmth. There were twists and twirls. There were screams and whispers. The moment was magical. The feeling was ecastic. She never felt so loved. She was overwhelmed. She looked at him. She could feel his gaze piercing through her soul. He was smiling. He gave a last look and turned to leave. Her heart raced beneath her supple skin. She felt a lump in her throat. She tried to speak. She tried to call his name.But... but she doesn't know his name. Yes the one with whom she made love and surrendered herself, she doesn't know his name.

She shouted, 'Heyyyyy...' but he was gone. She clenched her fist and hit it on the bed in frustation. A wave of pain seeped through her nervous and stimulated her brain only to make her realize that she was dreaming. She opened her eyes, finding herself bathing in her own sweat in a cold winter night. She could feel goose bumps on her smooth skin. Her sat upright and switched on the bedside night lamp. The clock beside the lamp and the photoframe showed 3:30 A.M. She rubbed her palms in anticipation. Her heart was pumping more blood than it does normally. Although it wasn't the first time she saw this dream reminding of her past no one knows about except her but everytime she saw this dream she felt so restless.

She took out her diary, her only friend and started flipping through its pages...

#To_be_continued
#Kanya

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Forever in love♥

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मगर... मगर कुछ भी नही

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You Are Not Alone...

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