Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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He found a half-buried bottle of water, rinsed the sand from its neck, and offered it to her. Kavya’s hands trembled as she took it. She drank in small, careful sips, as though tasting survival for the first time.
 
The late-afternoon sun broke through the clouds, scattering pale light across the sand like hesitant forgiveness. Naveen guided her toward a shaded patch near the rocks. The palms there had bent but not fallen, and between them, the air felt marginally gentler.
 
“You’re a doctor?” she asked, her voice still thin.
 
“Yes. From Hyderabad,” he replied. “My family and I were heading to Port Blair… vacation.” The last word caught in his throat like something too fragile to touch.
 
She looked down at the sand, tracing circles with her finger. “We were going there too. My father planned it for weeks… said he wanted us to see the sea together.” Her voice broke on the last word, and she pressed her lips shut.
 
Naveen gave a slow nod. “Let’s start with something simple,” he said gently. “We check who else is around. Someone else might have made it.”
 
They began to move along the beach. Kavya called out names, her voice rising, cracking, but the wind only carried it away. Every few steps, they stopped, scanning the ground. A suitcase torn open, a single slipper half-buried, a college notebook bloated with water. Each discovery was a story half-erased.
 
Naveen paused to listen more than once, to the faraway creak of wood, the faint splash of water moving inland. But no voices answered. The island felt both infinite and empty, a place forgotten by the world.
 
By the time they circled back to the rocky edge, the sun hung low, spilling gold over the waves. The sea looked calm again, deceptively serene, as if the morning’s fury had been a rumor.
 
Kavya sank onto the sand, drawing her knees close. Her eyes were wide and hollow. “It doesn’t make sense,” she whispered. “Just a few hours ago we were laughing… and now—”
 
Her voice dissolved into the hush of wind.
 
Naveen sat a few feet away. His fingers brushed against the wedding ring still clinging to his hand. He hadn’t even noticed it before, a circle of metal, now a weight. He turned it once, twice, then hid his hand under his knee, as though ashamed of surviving.

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