Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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They kept walking until they found it, a narrow stream running through a small hollow, its water clear, cool, and moving with soft murmur. Naveen cupped his palms and drank, closing his eyes as if the taste alone could remind him of something familiar, something normal.
 
Kavya knelt beside him, doing the same. Her fingers trembled slightly, the relief on her face softening her usually composed expression. Naveen looked away for a moment, aware that even a glance at her vulnerability felt intimate, almost sacred.
 
After a while, they rested under a tree whose branches filtered the sunlight into dappled patterns of gold and green, moving slowly with the sway of leaves. For a moment, nothing existed beyond the air, the forest, the slow rhythm of the stream, and the quiet presence of each other.
 
Naveen stood again. “We should look for something to eat. Fruits, maybe coconuts if we can find any.”
 
Kavya smiled faintly, a small, almost wistful curve of her lips. “I can climb a little. My father used to laugh at me for trying to pluck mangoes during every trip.”
 
He returned the smile, the first softness in his face that day. “Careful. We can’t risk injuries here.”
 
They found a few wild guavas near a small clearing, firm and green but edible. Naveen climbed partway up a short tree, cutting a branch with his pocketknife, while Kavya spread her shawl to catch the falling fruit. Her fingers brushed against each guava, inspecting them carefully, her movements precise and methodical, a quiet testament to grace even in survival.
 
When she looked up at him, the sunlight streaming through the leaves touched her face, highlighting the soft curve of her cheek, the gentle slope of her nose, and the luminous calm in her bright eyes. The faint color rising in her cheeks from the climb made her look almost translucent, ethereal in the golden dappled light.

Naveen felt his gaze pause, instinctive rather than intentional, and quickly looked away, but the image lingered, a reminder that beauty could exist even in a world upended by disaster.
 
By late afternoon, they carried their small harvest, guavas, a few edible leaves, and two coconuts found washed up by the shore.
 
The sky began to change, harsh white fading into warm amber, long shadows stretching across the sand. The sea lay quiet and distant, faintly glowing as though still recovering from its fury.

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