Maryam Chaudhary
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As I stepped into the room, I was immediately struck by the monochromatic color scheme of greys and blacks that enveloped the space. The walls were painted a soft shade of grey, while the furniture and decor pieces all matched in sleek black tones.
In the center of the room sat a magnificent king size bed, it's plush pillows and blankets inviting me to relax and unwind. The bed itself was stunning shade of grey, perfectly complementing the rest of the room's decor. The room exuded a sense of modern elegance and sophistication, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere that made me feel instantly at ease. It was a room that truly captured the essence of luxury and comfort.
Danish's question about liking the room hung in the air as he pulled me closer by my waist, causing me to instinctively place my hands on his chest in an attempt to create some space between us.
My response came in the form of a simple nod, but before I could fully process his next move, he reached up and removed the veil from my head, his actions sending a shiver down my spine as he leaned in to inhale the scent of my hair.
The sudden rush of emotions caused my breath to hitch and my heart to race, leaving me momentarily speechless. "I need a proper answer", Danish stated, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with me.
With a deep breath, I mustered the courage to speak, my voice barely above a whisper as I confirmed. "Yes, I liked the room". Our eyes remained locked in a silent exchange, the tension between us palpable as we stood in that moment of uncertainty and unspoken desires.
"You are very beautiful", he said, caressing my cheek with a smile on his face. I looked at him with a neutralexpression, as If his compliment wasn't affecting my heart rate. I stood there, biting my lower lip, and he gently pulled it from my teeth, caressing it with his thumb. I blinked at him, unsure of what was happening, and suddenly he pressed on the lips to mine. I closed my eyes instantly, feeling my heart race even faster.
In that moment, my mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Was I doing the right thing by kissing him? He had emotionally tortured me too much, and even inflicted pain on my parents. But as his lips moved against mine with a gentle urgency, all doubts seemed to vanish.
I found myself succumbing to the overwhelming rush of emotions that the kiss brought forth. It was a moment of passion and desire, a moment where the past grievances seemed to fade away. And in that moment, as we stood there locked in a tender embrace, I couldn't help but wonder if this was the beginning of something new, or the end of something old.
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Allah hafiz 💕💕
🥀Sometimes feelings are difficult to explain🥀