Misc. Erotica The Mechanic's Trap- By Novelist Casanova

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The First Goodbye

It was late afternoon.
The kind of still, golden hush that makes the city feel like it's holding its breath. I had just closed the bedroom windows when I heard it — that unmistakable sound.

“The Hug That Unmade Me”



The whistle of the pressure cooker hissed behind me. I stood barefoot on the cold kitchen tiles, wrapped in my white nighty, the thin fabric clinging slightly to my skin from the Chennai heat. Beneath it, I wore my black bra and black panties—simple, functional, hidden. Just like the feelings I was trying to tuck away.

I had spent the whole morning telling myself that I had let Muthu go.
That the taste of him had faded from my mouth.
That the imprint of his hands, his breath, his body—had dissolved into the last bathwater I had poured over myself.