Over the bed of pleasure, they found themselves in each other. One to leave for London, other to stay here in Delhi. He later kept on blabbering all how much he loved her, and how much he would miss her.
“Well, I was not expecting this confession of ‘I love you’ from you.” she said. “And I finally found a man who talks as much as I do.”
“But for now, let’s stay silent.” he cupped her face and kissed her.
#ShortStory
Expand Your Horizons
Madhusudan Singh Hindi Poems
i am out with lanterns, looking for myself
The Art and Craft of Blogging
Woh kare baat toh har lafz se khushboo aaye, Aisi boli wohi bole jise Urdu aaye. -Poet Ahmed Wasi-
You'll get to taste both!
Kaanta chubtaa bhi toh kya karein gulab toh pakadna hi hei 🌹
Witness What Happens When A Ghalib Loving Psychologist Who Doubles As A Hindi Kaviyatri And Raconteur Sits Down Over A Cup Of Coffee And Coelho By Her Side To Converse About Art, Love, Faith, Philosophy And The Journey Called Life! You're Invited!
खिली धूप का ध्यान करूँ की निहारु रूप सिकुड़ते सरोज में/ भटक गया हूँ शायद अपनी ही खोज में
Love, Life and musings!
making sand prints!!!
Raj Krishna
She was devoted to the moon. It’s its darkness she found comfort. In its light, she found hope.
Wellness • Poetry • Life
me and everything under the sun
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