Adultery Priya Didi

[venkygeethu]

Sorry shailu for the late response really I couldn't read your stories for the past few days just as you I too went to trip with my family and did not have a chance to read. I badly missed the stories and eagerly waiting to read all your updates when I return from the trip really eagerness curiosity and anxiousness were prevailing my heart just now returned and without reading the contents I immediately reply to you to express my gratitude and as usual your updates will be mind-blowing

[LovePookie]

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[shailu4ever]

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Ravi’s breath caught in his throat as he felt her hand on his thigh. "Her hand is still there. On me. So close."
 
The reality of the situation hit him like a tidal wave.
 
His chest tightened, a rush of heat flooding through his body.
 
He had imagined this moment so many times, but now that it was happening, it felt infinitely more intoxicating than he had ever imagined.
 
He could feel the subtle pressure of her palm, the warmth of her skin radiating through the fabric of his jeans. He was acutely aware of the softness of her hand, the way it rested on him, and the incredible sensation of her closeness.
 
“God, this is real.” Ravi's mind raced. “She’s letting me make her touch me like this... letting me hold her hand on my thigh. I can’t stop this. I don’t want to stop this.”
 
“Didi...” Ravi’s voice was almost a whisper, but it was soft, respectful, careful not to push too far. "Can I... also put my hand on your thigh?" The request was gentle, his words carrying a sense of politeness that contrasted with the growing heat between them. 

He waited for her response, his hand hovering just above her lap, his fingers trembling slightly, unsure but desperate for her consent.
 
“Can I really let him touch me like this? Is it going to stop there?” Priya thought, her body betraying her confusion.
 
She could feel his warmth, his presence, so close to her, and the idea of him touching her was both exhilarating and terrifying. “I shouldn’t... but I...” Her body was already betraying her, leaning slightly toward him as his hand hovered just above hers.
 
  
His hand, trembling slightly, moved to rest on her thigh, the touch tentative at first, as if he was asking permission with every inch of his skin.
 
But then, as her hand didn’t pull away, as she stayed so still, so incredibly close, he allowed himself to apply the lightest pressure, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his palm. 

The sensation of her hand on his thigh, her warmth mingling with his, ignited something deep within him.
 
“I want more…” Ravi’s thoughts were frantic. 

“I need to feel more of her. I can’t believe she’s letting me do this.” His heart pounded wildly in his chest, a mix of exhilaration and fear. 

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[shailu4ever]

Sorry shailu for the late response really I couldn't read your stories for the past few days just as you I too went to trip with my family and did not have a chance to read. I badly missed the stories and eagerly waiting to read all your updates when I return from the trip really eagerness curiosity and anxiousness were prevailing my heart just now returned and without reading the contents I immediately reply to you to express my gratitude and  as usual your updates will be mind-blowing

Hi Venkygeethu


Thank you so much for your message.  Please don’t worry at all about the late response, I’m really glad to hear you had a trip with your family. You’ve always been so helpful and supportive throughout my journey as a writer, and I truly appreciate you.

It means a lot to me that you missed the stories and were eagerly waiting to read the updates. Your enthusiasm, curiosity, and encouragement always motivate me. I’m touched that you wrote to me immediately after returning, even before reading the new parts.

How was your trip? I hope you had a wonderful and refreshing time.

Looking forward to hearing about it, and I hope you enjoy the updates as always.

Once again, thank you very much for your continued support.

With gratitude and warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

waiting

Hi LovePookie

Thank you for waiting for the updates.  I’m working on the next update, and I’m really happy to know you’re looking forward to it. Your patience means a lot to me.

I truly appreciate your continued support

With warm regards and gratitude

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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He was careful, always conscious of her reaction, of how she was feeling. 

But every second, every moment that passed with her hand resting on his thigh, felt like he was being pulled deeper into something he couldn’t control.
 
Priya’s body tensed at the weight of his hand on her thigh. 

The sensation was so intimate, so overwhelming, that she almost couldn’t breathe. 

She could feel the warmth of his hand on her skin, the pressure of his fingers barely brushing against the fabric of her clothes, and the undeniable reality of his presence so close to hers. 

It was as if every nerve in her body was tuned to him, to his touch.
 
“This is dangerous…” She thought, every part of her mind screaming to pull away, but her body refused to listen. She didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to pull back.
 
"Please, didi..." Ravi’s voice came again, almost pleading, his hand now gently resting on her lap, his fingers pressing lightly against her skin. "Let me… Please... just this one time… I will be very careful…" His words were soft as his hands on her thigh, a mere whisper against the rising tension between them.
 
He moved with care, slow, deliberate, making sure she felt in control of the situation, yet unable to stop the growing connection between them.
 
“He’s asking for permission...” Priya’s thoughts were a whirlwind. “It’s so dangerous… but… his touch…” The way his hand felt against her lap was almost too much to ignore.
 
His fingers traced small circles on her thigh, a careful, tender exploration. It sent heat spiraling through her body, making her breath catch in her throat as her chest rose and fell in quick succession.
 
Ravi, sensing her hesitation, continued to move slowly, his fingers brushing gently against her soft thigh. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, and he could feel her tension mixed with an undeniable response to him.
 
“This is what she wants… he thought, even as his heart raced. She’s not pulling away. She’s not stopping me.”
 
His hand on her thigh felt like an anchor, a point of connection between them, grounding him in the fire they were both feeding. 

As he touched her, he could feel her pulse under his fingertips, the warmth of her skin, the softness of her body responding to his touch.

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[venkygeethu]

Really wonderful sequence the movie in the theater is just for two hours but your narration about these two in their seats is extraordinary

Can feel the real pressure and pleasure in my heart in visualizing your words in the theater. I wonder how a small sequence can be narrated in such a wonderful manner.

Hats off for your efforts

I command ( sorry to use this word) you Shailu never to quit the stories you write as I feel enthralled by your writings


Keep going very much eager to see the next move

[shailu4ever]

Really wonderful sequence the movie in the theater is just for two hours but your narration about these two in their seats is extraordinary

Can feel the real pressure and pleasure in my heart in visualizing your words in the theater. I wonder how a small sequence can be narrated in such a wonderful manner.

Hats off for your efforts

I      command ( sorry to use this word) you Shailu never to quit the stories you write as I feel enthralled by your writings


Keep going very much eager to see the next move

Hi Venkygeethu

Wow! Your words truly made my day. I’m so grateful that the story and the theater sequence resonated with you so deeply. Knowing that you could feel the tension, the pressure, and the pleasure in that moment is incredibly rewarding.
 
Your encouragement and appreciation mean a lot, it’s both humbling and motivating. And please, no need to “command”, your enthusiasm is more than enough to inspire me to keep writing and exploring these stories.
 
I promise, the story is far from over, and I’m excited to continue sharing the next moves and moments with you. Thank you again for taking the time to write such heartfelt feedback, it really fuels my passion for storytelling.
 
Thank you so much for your compliments and the continued support.

With full of gratitude and regards

-- Shailu

[LovePookie]

extrodinary

[shailu4ever]

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“This is wrong...” Priya thought, her heart pounding. “I shouldn’t be letting him do this...” But despite the words in her mind, her body didn’t listen.
 
Her thighs parted just slightly under his touch, inviting him in with a subtle movement that betrayed her conflict. “But... this... I want this... I can’t deny it.”
 
“Didi…” Ravi whispered once more, his voice laden with yearning, as his fingers traced the edge of her lap, his thumb brushing against the soft fabric of her clothing. “I need to feel you.” The words were a quiet plea, a soft admission of the desire that had been building between them.
 
And Priya, caught in the spiraling intensity of the moment, could no longer hold back. 

Her hand, resting on his thigh, moved ever so slightly, pressing a bit more firmly against him, giving him the silent permission he sought. It wasn’t spoken, but it was there, a tacit agreement, the surrender of her body to his.
 
Ravi’s hand remained on her thigh, the warmth of her skin beneath his palm sending pulses of heat through his body. He could feel her tremble ever so slightly, the slight quiver of her breath telling him everything he needed to know.
 
She wasn’t pulling away. “She gave me permission... She’s letting me…”  The thought sent a thrill through him, but it also terrified him.
 
Every moment, every inch of their touch felt like a fragile thread, ready to snap at any moment.
 
His thumb traced the edge of her saree, the soft fabric cool beneath his touch, but his palm was burning with the heat of her skin through the saree.
 
Slowly, cautiously, he began to apply a little more pressure, his hand shifting just enough to press gently against the softness of her thigh, the delicate silk of her saree sliding beneath his fingers.
 
“Is she going to pull away?” Ravi thought, holding his breath for a second, his fingers trembling slightly against her leg.
 
He wanted to feel her, to touch her more, but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, didn’t want to ruin this fragile moment they were sharing.
 
Priya’s breath hitched as she felt his hand move, the warmth of his palm pressing against her thigh, even through the layers of fabric.
 
The sensation of his fingers tracing the smooth curve of her thigh, the weight of his hand on her body, sent a jolt of electricity straight through her.

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[shailu4ever]

extrodinary

Hi LovePookie

Thank you very much for your compliments. 

Thank you so much for your continued support and for consistently sharing such positive feedback. I truly appreciate your encouragement and am glad to know that you’re enjoying the story. 

Your feedback means a lot to me and it is the one that fuels me to continue to write.

With lots of gratitude and warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

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“This is too much…” she thought, her heart pounding in her chest, but her body didn’t move away. It responded to him, leaning slightly into the pressure, as if she were drawn to him, unable to stop herself.
 
Ravi pressed just a little more firmly, his hand now fully resting on her thigh, feeling the soft, firm curve of her leg beneath the fabric. The touch was slow, deliberate, and it felt as though he was trying to memorize every inch of her.
 
His fingers twitched slightly as they found the gentle rise of her thigh under the saree. The soft, sensual fabric of her clothing only heightened the intimacy of the moment. He could feel the heat of her skin radiating through it, the pulse of her heartbeat under his fingertips.
 
He wanted to go further, but each time he pressed a little more, he was met with a soft resistance ,  not from her body, but from his own restraint.
 
“God, this feels too real.” Ravi’s mind raced. “Her leg… under my hand. She’s so close, so warm.” The pressure of his palm against her thigh was intoxicating, and yet he was terrified to go further, to cross a line. He could feel every inch of her thigh beneath his touch, the softness of her skin, the way her body tensed as he moved, almost as if she was holding her breath, waiting for him to make the next move.
 
“Does she want this? Does she feel the same way I do?” Ravi wondered, his heartbeat quickening. But Priya Didi didn’t pull away, her body responding subtly to his touch. The heat between them grew more intense with every second, every breath.
 
Priya Didi’s mind was in chaos, caught between desire and fear, her heart racing with the pressure of his hand on her thigh. “I shouldn’t be letting him do this. This is too much.” But her body betrayed her. She didn’t move away.
 
Instead, she felt her muscles relax slightly under his touch, her thigh yielding to the gentle pressure of his hand. The sensation of him pressing against her saree, his palm so warm on her skin, was both maddening and thrilling. Every inch of her body seemed to burn where he touched her, and she couldn’t seem to pull away.
 
“Why isn’t he stopping?” she thought, her breath coming faster, her fingers tightening on the edge of the seat. 

She could feel the way his hand lingered, pressing gently into the fabric of her saree, and with every second, it felt as though she was inching closer to losing herself to the moment.
 
Ravi’s hand stayed where it was, the pressure of his palm on her thigh like a silent plea. His heart was pounding now, each beat louder than the last.
 
He wasn’t sure if he was waiting for her to pull away or if he was praying that she wouldn’t.
 
The stillness between them was electric, charged with the unspoken words neither of them could quite find the courage to say.
 

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[shailu4ever]

The Movie: Unspoken Tension (Part 10)
 

Ravi’s heart was pounding in his chest as he felt the warmth of her thigh beneath his palm. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, the tension between them thickening with each breath they took.
 
He couldn’t believe how close they were, how much he could feel her through the layers of fabric. But he still needed her permission, needed her to say yes, even if she didn’t speak it aloud.
 
His fingers, still resting lightly on her thigh, began to tremble slightly, unsure of how far he could go without pushing her too far. He knew the gravity of the moment, the delicate line he was walking. He couldn’t just rush into this. Not with her.
 
“Didi…” Ravi’s voice was barely above a whisper, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke. “Please…” His voice was soft, respectful, as though he was afraid that the slightest wrong move would make her pull away.
 
He didn’t want to lose the closeness they had shared so far, but the urge to feel more of her was becoming overwhelming.
 
“What?” Priya whispered, her breath caught at his words. "He’s asking… again." She could feel his fingers still resting on her thigh, the subtle pressure, but now his hand was moving ever so slowly, inching upward.
 
Her chest tightened, torn between the fear of going further and the desire she couldn’t deny. "I shouldn’t… but I want to… I want to feel his touch."
 
Her body betrayed her thoughts, leaning just slightly toward him, almost imperceptibly, as though giving him silent permission, but not fully. The moment felt so charged with the unspoken, so full of anticipation, that it was almost unbearable.
 
“Please…” Ravi’s voice was a low murmur now, his fingers just brushing the edge of her waist. “Can I touch you there, Didi?” His words were soft, almost a plea, the respect and politeness in his tone clear, but beneath it, there was a hunger he couldn’t hide.
 
His hand was trembling now, inching closer to the soft curve of her waist, his palm hovering just above her skin. He didn’t dare press harder yet, waiting for her to respond.

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[shailu4ever]

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Priya’s heart was racing. "Why is he asking me again? Doesn’t he know how much I want this?" She felt the heat of his breath on her skin, the way his hand lingered just above her waist, teasing her with anticipation. His touch was so close, but still so distant.
 
She closed her eyes for a moment, her body frozen in place, unsure of how to respond.
 
Her fingers, still gently holding his hand, tightened slightly as she fought the inner conflict. "I can’t… but I want him to touch me… I want him to feel me." Her thoughts seemed to blur, the voice of caution slowly being drowned out by the rhythm of her heart.
 
Ravi’s fingers were now hovering just above the soft skin of her waist, the lightest trace of heat radiating from her body. He could feel the faintest tremor in her body, the almost imperceptible way she leaned into him, and it sent a wave of triumph and longing through him. He wasn’t sure if it was permission, but he didn’t want to cross the line without knowing for sure.
 
“Didi, please…” he whispered once more, his voice barely audible, his breath catching as his fingertips grazed the edge of her waist, sending a surge of heat straight through him. “Can I touch you there? Just… a little?” His words were both a request and a plea, a soft admission of the need that was beginning to consume him.
 
Priya’s pulse quickened. The sensation of his fingertips grazing her waist sent a shiver of heat through her entire body. She felt the softness of her skin react to him, felt the warmth that pooled in her belly at the lightest touch.
 
"It’s too much… but I don’t want him to stop…" Her hand moved, almost of its own accord, pressing a little more firmly against his as if to say yes, though she didn’t speak the words.
 
And then, as if finally given permission, Ravi’s hand gently moved upward, his palm resting lightly against the soft curve of her waist. The feeling of her skin under his touch made him gasp softly, the warmth of her body so intoxicating, so inviting.
 
He could feel her heartbeat against his palm, the rhythm of her breath, and it was as if every inch of her body was alive with the shared connection they were creating.
 

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[shailu4ever]

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Her skin was soft beneath his touch, the smoothness of her waist so exquisite that Ravi couldn’t help but linger there, just feeling her, feeling the heat of her skin against his palm. Every moment, every second, felt like it was burning into his memory. "I never imagined it would feel like this… Her skin… so soft… and she’s letting me touch her. She’s letting me feel her."
 
Priya’s breath was coming faster now, the warmth of his hand on her waist creating a fire inside her, one that spread quickly through her body. "It feels so good…" she thought, her mind clouded with desire. The soft press of his palm against her waist was like a spark that ignited something deep within her, and the more he touched her, the more she wanted him to keep going.
 
He pressed lightly, then let his fingers drift, pinching just the edge of her waist ever so gently, as if memorizing the delicate resistance of her skin, the subtle give beneath his touch. Each time he held her there, feeling her softness yield just a little, his heart thudded in pleasure and reverence. It was intimate, tender, a conversation spoken through skin and warmth, where no words could capture the electricity between them.
 
Priya’s breath hitched as she felt the gentle pinches and the holding, a warmth blooming deep in her belly, her body responding without thought, without hesitation. "It feels… so tender… so intimate… I never knew it could feel like this…" The sensation of his hand pressing softly, memorizing the contours of her waist, made her want to melt into him, to let him feel every shiver and quiver that his touch provoked.
 
Ravi’s hand moved with slow deliberation, sliding from side to side, pressing just enough to feel her warmth, holding the curve gently between his fingers, and then letting his palm linger, almost glued to her skin. The smoothness, the softness, the way her body seemed to trust him, sent waves of awe and desire through him.
 
Every tiny pinch, every careful press, made him feel closer to her, as though her skin was a map he was discovering for the first time, every inch alive with sensation.
 
Priya’s body arched subtly toward him, her hand finding his and holding it, pressing against his palm as if to guide him, to invite him closer.
 

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[shailu4ever]

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"I can’t… but I want him… I want to feel him everywhere… his hand on me… everywhere it can touch…" Her heartbeat thrummed like a drum, echoing the gentleness and insistence of his touch, and she wanted to lose herself in this warmth, to let the soft caress and tender pinches take her completely into the moment.
 
Ravi sensed her surrender, her quiet permission, and it drove him wild with both restraint and need.
 
He pressed a little more firmly, just enough to feel the give of her soft waist, then held it there, letting his fingers explore lightly, mapping the delicate curve, memorizing every response she gave him.
 
The moment stretched, intensely alive, and both of them were lost in the tactile symphony of softness, warmth, and quiet desire.
 
Ravi’s hand remained on her waist, his palm soft against the smooth curve of her body. Every inch of her skin felt like fire, and he could sense how closely they were teetering on the edge of something more.
 
The heat between them was palpable, the space between them charged with desire that neither could fully voice.
 
Ravi took a deep breath, his heart racing. “Should I… should I go further?” His hand lingered just above her waist, the delicate fabric of her saree soft under his fingertips. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the layers of fabric, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to know if she would allow him to move further, if she was willing to trust him with more of her, or if this was where it should stop.
 
“Didi…” His voice was a hushed whisper, barely audible against the silence of the room. “May I… move my hand a little higher?” His fingers, already gently resting on her waist, now hovered just beneath her ribcage, feeling the slight rise and fall of her breath. Every breath she took seemed to ignite something in him, urging him to feel more of her, to trace more of her skin, but he didn’t want to overstep. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.
 
Priya’s breath caught at his words. "Why is he asking again? Doesn't he know? Does he feel how much I want him to touch me?" She closed her eyes for a moment, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. 

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[shailu4ever]

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Every part of her wanted to say yes, to let him touch her more, but the fear of losing control still lingered, threatening to pull her back. "But his touch is so gentle… so careful… I don’t want him to stop."
 
His fingers moved slightly, testing the waters. Ravi’s hand now rested just below the curve of her ribcage, the warmth of her skin radiating up through the soft fabric of her saree.
 
He could feel the smoothness of her skin beneath, and he couldn’t help but let his fingers trace the curve of her body slowly, almost reverently. But he didn’t dare go further yet.
 
"Does she want this? Am I pushing her too much?" His mind raced, but his body was moving instinctively toward her. He waited for her response, for the smallest hint of permission, before daring to go further.
 
“Priya Didi,” he whispered again, his voice low and soft, almost pleading. “Can I touch… your belly?” The question was gentle, almost apologetic, as if he needed her to know that he was asking for her permission every step of the way, never wanting to take anything from her that she wasn’t ready to give.
 
Priya’s mind whirled at his words. "His fingers are already touching my belly? My navel?" Her skin flushed with warmth at the thought, her pulse quickening. "Yet he is asking for permission." The question in his voice, the care, the softness, it made her feel something deeper than just physical attraction.
 
It made her feel seen, wanted, and it was almost too much to bear. She couldn’t speak for a moment, her mind racing, but her body couldn’t hide the shiver of anticipation that ran down her spine.
 
She swallowed, forcing herself to speak, her voice trembling. “Yes…” It was barely a whisper, but it was enough. “Yes, but be careful Ravi…” She wasn’t sure if the words were for him, or if they were just to remind herself that she was still in control, still able to stop if it became too much.
 
Ravi’s heart pounded with relief and desire as he heard her consent, however small. He moved his hand ever so slowly, his fingertips just grazing the edge of her ribcage, before sliding lower to the soft curve of her belly.
 
The warmth of her skin beneath his touch was intoxicating. 

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[shailu4ever]

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Ravi could feel her pulse, the slight flutter beneath his fingertips, and it only made him want to explore further.
 
Ravi’s hand remained resting on her belly, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her abdomen, just above her navel. Every inch of her skin radiated warmth, every subtle quiver of her muscles beneath his touch sending shivers of desire straight through him.
 
Priya’s body tensed slightly, and a soft giggle escaped her lips, surprising both of them. "It tickles… it’s so strange… but I like it…" Her fingers moved instinctively, curling around his hand, holding it firmly against her skin as though anchoring herself while also giving him silent permission. The gentle hold of her hand on his was a sweet, intimate surrender, a delicate balance between shyness and craving.
 
Ravi’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with longing. “Didi… may I… continue? Just a little more?” His fingers hovered, teasing the soft hollow of her belly, brushing the tender edges of her navel with a delicate reverence.
 
Priya paused, her hand tightening around his, her pulse racing in her fingertips as she felt the ticklish, sensitive skin of her belly respond to his touch. "He’s asking again… but I… I want him to…" Her soft gasp mingled with a shiver that ran down her spine, and slowly, almost imperceptibly, she relaxed, letting him explore the curve and warmth of her belly while keeping her hand firmly on his, a silent tether that kept her in control.
 
“Didi…” he whispered softly, his voice low and trembling with barely contained desire. “May I… touch your belly button?”
 
His fingers, almost of their own accord, brushed ever so lightly against the edge of her navel, feeling the soft, almost imperceptible dip of her belly.
 
He was asking for permission once again, even though the urge to just feel her, to touch her more, was becoming nearly overwhelming.
 
Priya’s heart beat erratically in her chest, her breath shallow and fast. “He wants to touch my belly button? So close…” Her mind screamed at her to stop, to pull away, but her body, her pulse, her instincts—everything—was telling her to let him. “I’ve never let anyone be this close… but why does it feel so right? Why do I want him to touch me?”
 
The thought of his fingers on her belly button, so close to the center of her body, to something so intimate, made her body hum with anticipation. 

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[prasannas2001]

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The ache in his chest deepened with every breath, but he let it stay, because it was all he had left of them.
 

Wow Shailu, what a writting power. The above line shows the depth of his feelings. 

You are the master of emotions.

I am so proud of you.

Keep doing the best work as always do.

[LovePookie]

soo tempting