Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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 “It’s just a bracelet,” she tried to tell herself, but her chest tightened with the reminder that it wasn’t just any bracelet. It had been her mother’s, a piece of her past that felt irreplaceable. “It’s all I have left from her… I can’t lose it.”
 
Naveen stepped closer, his gaze following hers to the water, where the current moved steadily over the stones. His mind processed the words, sensing the deeper meaning behind the simple statement. “Was it valuable?” he asked, his voice steady but soft.
 
She shook her head, but the hint of sadness was there. “Not money-wise. It was my mom’s… she gave it to me just before my last trip home.” Her voice faltered, barely noticeable. “It’s all I had from her.”
 
For a long moment, he didn’t speak. He crouched beside her, his presence settling beside hers like a quiet anchor. He didn’t offer words of comfort yet, he simply joined her, their shoulders brushing briefly as he too scanned the water.
 
The two of them worked in silence, their fingers dipping into the cold stream, searching for something that meant more than just metal and stones.
 
“She needs this. She doesn’t even know how much she needs this piece of her past. I can’t let her lose it.” Naveen’s thoughts were steady but focused, his hands moving with purpose, as if willing the water to give up the bracelet.
 
The air felt thick as they moved in tandem, the steady rhythm of their hands breaking the stillness. She didn’t need words; the proximity of him, the quiet understanding in his eyes, was enough. His hand brushed against hers once, the brief contact sending a tingling warmth up her arm.
 
She was aware of him there, aware of the way his presence steadied her, making the task feel less impossible.
 
“He’s so close. It’s strange... how easily I feel comforted by him. I’ve barely known him, but in moments like this… it feels natural. So simple.”
 
Minutes passed, the sound of water the only thing between them, until, at last, his hand brushed something hard beneath the surface. His fingers wrapped around it instinctively. “Wait,” he murmured. 

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