Adultery My Loving Hotwife Meena

[Salir]

I do not know how and why this thought found its way into my subconscious, but it's there; 
I have a feeling that Meena will act - ‘out of spite and anger, but perhaps also out of disappointment’ - 
and cheat on Nadir for the first time in their marriage by getting involved with another man...

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Mitra replied, smiling, "but if .....
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.....To Meena:
Sometimes you love so much! You are even scared of yourself, you do not want to wake up from this dream 
as if your love will fall in a moment of carelessness! 
It's the repression of the feeling of absence in your dreams. 
Sometimes you miss them so much! 
You can not even hear the word longing, you can not say it's there now, maybe it's there, but how will you show
 it to the darkest place of your heart? 
Sometimes the heart always says sometimes. 
It nurtures a hope, the heart sees everything with hope. 
Even if it tires your heart, you must persevere. 
When you run, you do not know how long it will keep you waiting, remember, the labour is not in vain..


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Meena Speaking: 

Dear Lollo,

 
Thank you for your very touching words you spoke to me here,
 
I didn't want to comment on this phase of our story...
Nothing wanted I write, not even read, but HE gave me no peace, he showed me what he wrote
and your and other‘s comments… 
 
It was a dark, nightly phase for me, the time, the actual chapter's time... The spiritual and mental
separation and doubts... What's going on? Where are we going? To my funeral? Is my loved one
taking me to my grave? Where are we in which pole am I, North or South?
 
HE, Nadir, chose the right title for this chapter... ICE AGE...

Ice in our minds and fire in our hearts... You know, when I think about that days and nights, not
only some days and nights, but decades…

I cried many many times, those decades,

Yes, tears are like smiles, they are mysteries,

As for love, which is a great mystery, a high mystery…

But there, tears of the nights were the smiles of my love,

 I thought those decades,

I was not a tale to be told,

I was not a song to be sung,

I was not a sound to be heard,

Or something you could see,

Or something that you could know,

I was a common pain of two,

Somebody those days, should cry me out!

We were in a ranch, “lumberjack“‘s ranch…

I saw the animals there, who were most loving of the living,

I saw that the tree speaks with forest,

The weed with the fields,

At the night, I saw, the sky speaks with the galaxy,

And I wished to speak with “HIM“,

I asked him to give me his name, again,

I demanded him to give me his hand again,

To give me his word again,

To give me his heart again,

I discovered his roots,

And I had spoken to all with his lips,

And his hand was familiar with mine,

His hand knew me,

I wanted to say,

Oh, you the new found again! I speak with you,

I speak as the cloud with the storm,

The weed with the fields,

The rain with the sea,

The bird with spring,

And the tree speaks with the woods,

Speak with me,

For I have discovered your depth,

For my voice is intimate with you,

I wanted to sing the most beutiful of songs, in the darkest of nights, with him and for him,

But,

those decades, only the darkness of night and the silence of sky were the most sincere lovers

who spoke to me,


 
Be for decades happy and full of love,
M.