I realized him for the first time.

He touched me.

I felt energetic.

I wanted to tell all my worries to him.

He wanted all of his to be me, just me.

We did it ❤

Bass phir kya..

Hogya...
Jo hona tha..

Ruke kyu ho?

Besharam logo...

Sharam nhi aati kisiki love story mein ghuste hue🙈

Abhi bhi machal rhe ho...

🙈🙈

........

The time i met him for the first time,
It was indeed special.

He made me feel comfortable more then he himself was.

I knew he loved me immensely

And so did i.

But...here comes the climax!

Kamina newton😑

Aagya meri love story mein.

Raatoon mein neend nhi hai
aankhom mein nami nhi hai
Sapno mein wo nhi hai
Zindagi mein khushi nhi hai

Jealous hua newton bahut..

Bahut zyada...

Cheen legya meri mohabbat,
Ek toote kaanch ki tarah chubhakar
Dard-e-dil ab main jeeti hu
Kho diya h par ab kuch nhi kar sakti hu.

Achi bhali zindagi ko integrate kargya aur dot product ki bhasha suna gya.

Maine kho diya meri mohabbat ko,
Us sache ishq ko,
Ab tanhai mein ha jeena
Aur marna bhi..

The last time i touched him.

Clutched his tee and cried

I wet it with my salty water

He just listened to my silence

He kissed me once

Twice.

Thrice.

I kissed him back.

He brushed his lips to mine.

I responded.

Our last make out.

Together.

He knew i ll be someone else's

This night was his, only his.

And i knew what i felt was real.

Purely truth.

I still confess, i love him.
Till eternity and beyond it.

I miss that everything.

Touch.
Kiss.
Hug.
Love.
Togetherness.
Dreams.
His hands.
His shoulder.
His head.
His cute little nose.
His arms.
His eyes
His silence

And
Silence.

Its my indefinitely beyondly truthful story.

Which is just between us.

I love you my bed. Till u stop loving me. And till i die.

(With reference and context to last chap)