A Warm Embrace!

I was standing near the entrance door, with one foot on the leather-upholstered stool, buckling up my heels, when the entrance door unlocked. I looked up, and it was him. 

As I caught his glimpse, I moved my arms forward, and he slid his hands around my waist, the warmth of his palms seeping through my clothes, wrapping his arms around me and enveloping me in his warm embrace, familiar scent – a mix of fresh air and his cologne. 

As soon as I felt myself against his chest, the soft fabric of his shirt a gentle caress against my skin, I closed my eyes. His hands moved up and down on my waist, the gentle pressure soothing, relaxing me. 

I tightened my grip as I hugged him over his shoulders, as if trying to hide myself in his arms. His grip tightened more around my waist, and I could hear his heartbeat, strong and steady, – certainly, he could feel mine too.

And then, he picked me up in his arms, and my feet swung in the air. The soft fabric of his shirt brushed against my skin. A soft smile spread on my face as he twirled around with me in his arms. And then he stopped and I stepped down, still enveloped in his arms, placed my hands on his chest, looked up at him.

"I've missed you so much", he said. 

I looked down and then he held my hand in his hand, leading to the lounge, as i was walking behind him while holding his hand. He sat on the couch, opened his arms, I sat in his lap. He enveloped me in his warm embrace, my head rested on his shoulder, my forehead rested against his jawline. 

The One That Got Away!

 

         I was lying on the couch, with my legs in his lap as he sat beside me. His fingers were tracing patterns on my calf as we watched Netflix. 

"Want some fruit?" he asked.

I nodded, and he got up, went to the kitchen, and grabbed some fruit from the fridge. 

Instead of watching the show, my eyes fixed on him as he sliced the fruit facing me. My fingers, curved, covered my lips as my nails touched my lips; my cheeks blushed. Then, his eyes met mine, and a gentle smile played on his lips. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my cheeks grew warmer, the blush deepening. My fingers remained curved, covering my lips, as if trying to hold in the emotions swirling inside me. 

The sound of the knife slicing through the fruit was soothing, but my attention was fixed on him. He finished slicing the fruit and walked back to the couch, a plate in hand. 

Meanwhile, I placed my legs on the center table near the glass of water. 

"Here you go," he said. 

Instead of taking the plate, I moved my hand forward so he could hold mine. He looked confused, took my hand in his, and then I pulled him onto the couch to sit beside me. 

As he sat, I grabbed his collar and pulled him close. As I was bending my legs on the couch from the center table, the glass beside my legs slipped and fell, shattering on the floor but i didn't care. His gaze shifted instantly as he heard the noise of the glass cracking into pieces, but I placed my index finger under his chin, moved his face towards me.

He looked me in the eyes and placed the fruit plate beside him. His hands reached my waist, and then I stood on my knees on the couch and moved to his lap, still on my knees in his lap. His hands held my thighs, my wrist on his shoulder, and my hands around his neck. My gaze fixed on his lips, our lips inches apart, and then I burst into laughter and placed my forehead on his shoulder. 

He realized I was just messing around and said, "Ah, you got me." He placed his hand behind my back and hugged me tight, and we both started laughing.

A Peaceful Moment!

        

It was almost 3 in the morning when we reached home. I entered the house barefoot, shrugged off my coat, and placed it on the couch before heading straight to my room.

 He entered the house after parking the car, holding my heels in his hand, and placed them near the entrance door. 

I casually threw my phone onto the mattress and positioned the pillow near the footboard on his side of the bed. I lay on my stomach, parallel to the footboard.

He entered the room behind me, and a warm smile spread across his face as he caught sight of me. He kissed my head and sat on the bed across from me. 

We started talking, and I shared gossip I'd heard at the family gathering, while he filled me in on what was happening there. Our laughter and giggles filled the room, and we lost track of time.

"Can you guess how long we've been talking?" he asked. "Without looking at the time," he added. 

"I don't know. How long has it been?" I asked. 

"Two hours. It's been two hours," he said with a smile. 

"Seriously!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in wonder, and my lips curling into a sweet smile as I blushed. 

He nodded and said, "These two hours could turn into three, four, or five. I can listen to you all day long."

"Sometimes I talk a lot, and then I realize I'm talking too much, so I try to refrain myself," I said. 

"Never do that in front of me. You can talk to me about anything, anywhere, anytime",he said.

"Even if I'm not around, I'm just a call away. I'll listen to you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. 

"Okay," I replied, looking out the window.

The sky was starting to dawn, and the light was peeking through the windows. The cool breeze was blowing, the leaves were rustling in the wind, and the chirping of the birds filled the atmosphere. 

"It's so peaceful, isn't it?" I said. "You know, I love this peace," I added. 

"I know," he said, his voice calm and gentle.

"Okay, do one thing. Lie back and close your eyes," he said, kneeling on the ground near the bed. 

"While your eyes are closed, listen to the rustling of the wind through the leaves and the chirping of the birds, and then tell me how you feel", he added.

"Okay," I said with excitement, and he brought his cheek close to my temple.

"Breathe in," he whispered, his voice calm and gentle. 

"Breathe out." 

"Breathe in", his voice barely above the whisper.

"Breathe out." 

"Breathe in." 

"Breathe out." 

"I could fall asleep in this peace," I said, bursting into giggles and turning my face to the opposite direction.

"Despite the fact that I've been sleeping for hours on our way home," I added.

        A warm smile spread across his face, and he kissed my hair, and then placed his pillow parallel to mine and lay beside me, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me close. My forehead rested against his cheek, and my hand was on his chest.

A Letter that Never Was!

        I'm writing everything that I've ever wanted to say to you, but I couldn't, knowing that everyone will read this except you—the one for whom I'm pouring my heart out on this paper today. 

Meeting you for the first time, I realized you were the one I've always been waiting for! The one who was the answer to all those questions—what I'm looking for in a partner? Because you were everything I've ever been looking for! 

The one for whom I've been rejecting everyone, for whom I've never settled with anyone else, for whom I've never been in a relationship. 

The one who made me realize what love actually is, how it feels to fall in love. The one whose one look is enough. And just by a glance at you, my eyes shine, my lips curl into a smile, my soul calms, my mind finds its peace, my heart finds its home, and my worries fade away... 

           Calling your name unintentionally whenever I'm worried somehow calms my mind quickly. And whenever I feel anxious and you're not around, I search for your warmth—to be in your arms, to place my hands on your chest, to have your arms around my waist, to feel secure, to calm my worries, to ease my mind, and to be able to relax. 

I find you in every beautiful thing. Just by looking at you, I get lost in my own fantasy world, a world where just the two of us exist, a world where nothing matters but the two of us, a world where you know the situation of my heart, a world where I could be in your arms, a world where I don't have to live without you. 

I close my eyes to sleep, and you're already in my bed, your arms wrapped around my waist, my hands on your chest, my forehead resting against your chin, and just like that, I drift off to sleep every night, feeling safe in your arms. Even though I know you're not around me. 

        I know you love me the most. I know you want to give me everything I've ever wanted. I know you want to provide me with the life I've ever dreamed of. I know you'd do anything to bring a smile to my face. But I guess fate had other plans. 

Despite the fact that my heart is filled with love for you, I didn't ask for you in my prayers. Perhaps I couldn't... 

        You know the saddest part—that you don't even know how I feel about you. And I don't have the courage to confess my feelings to you, to tell you that it's not one-sided, it was never one-sided. I loved you too. And I've never stopped loving you. I love you so so so much.

I wish you could read my soul and feel the depth of what I actually felt for you. You don't know how much I adore you. And maybe you'll never know. I was, I am, and I'll always be in love with you. They say first love is always incomplete, and I think they're right.

A perfect day!

As we arrived home after attending an event, he stepped out of the car and opened my side of the door. "I don't want to... I'm too tired for this. I'm not going in there", I said. 

He smiled. With one hand sliding behind my back and the other under my thighs, he picked me up in his arms and took me to the room, laying me on the bed. 

"Don't you want to change your dress?" He asked as he knew I couldn't wear makeup to bed, since I'm always concerned about my skin. "No, but I have to," I said. He smiled and walked towards my wardrobe to pick a nightgown while I got up and went to the bathroom to remove my makeup.

As I was washing my face, he entered the washroom, as it was wide open, handed me the nightgown, and asked, "Is it good?" I nodded. "Tell me anything you want; I'm waiting outside," he said, while gently closing the washroom door.

After a few minutes, I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and clean in my nightgown. He was sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone, but looked up as I came out. 

A soft smile spread across his face, and he set his phone aside. "Feel better?" he asked, opening his arms for me. "Hmm," I said. He lay down with me in bed, wrapping me in his arms. My forehead rested against his neck, and both of my hands were near his chest as I played with the button on his shirt.

"You know, I'm tired of these night outs," I said. "I want to go for brunch, enjoy the sunlight in this cold. It's been weeks since I've gone for brunch. Will you take me?" 

He chuckled softly and replied, "Of course, I'd love to take you out for brunch. We can go somewhere cozy and enjoy the morning together. When were you thinking? This weekend?" he asked, his fingers tracing patterns on my back. "Tomorrow morning?" I quickly said with excitement.

He laughed, a low and warm chuckle. "Tomorrow morning?" he repeated, his voice filled with amusement. "You're really craving that brunch, aren't you?" He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes, and I could see the spark of humor dancing in his own. I nodded enthusiastically. 

He chuckled again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Alright, tomorrow morning it is," he said. With his words, I felt my body relax further, letting out a soft sigh as he held me closer. The stress of the night seemed to melt away, replaced by the warmth and comfort of his presence. I felt my eyelids growing heavy as he stroked my hair gently.

        The next morning, I don't know when he woke up, got dressed—I was sleeping. He came to wake me up, almost lay beside me, resting his head on the punch while placing his elbow on his pillow, with the other hand stroking through my hair. 

"Don't you wanna wake up, Sleeping Beauty?" he asked. "Uh-huh," I hummed softly. He kissed my head. "Have you done something to your lashes?" "Uh-huh," I hummed again. "Is it mascara?" "Uh-huh," I said. "They look great!" he said. I smiled.

"It's almost 1 pm, and someone asked me to take them out for brunch," he said. I placed my hand on his abs and pushed him away. He chuckled and kissed me on the head.

        I got up, stepped into the bathroom, took a quick shower, got out of the shower area wrapped in a towel. As I wrapped the soft, fluffy navy blue towel around me, the warmth of the shower still lingered on my skin. The sound of dripping water echoed faintly in the bathroom, a gentle reminder of my recent shower. 

I stood in front of the basin, applied my makeup, the scent of foundation and mascara filling the air. The familiar ritual was calming, but my mind was still reeling from the unexpected encounter.

I turned to get out of the bathroom, but as I stepped out, wrapped in the towel, I thought he must be outside. Instead, I found him sitting on the couch in front of me, his eyes locked onto mine. 

I took steps back into the bathroom, hid myself behind the wall, with a tilt of my neck, looking at him. Seeing me self-conscious, he looked down in an instant, his eyes avoiding mine.

"I need to go to my closet to get the dress," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah... Yeah... Sure... I'm... I'm outside...," he said nervously, getting up and heading outside.

        "I don't know how you wake up early in the morning, even on weekends", I said while stepping out of the room, wearing a baby pink co-ord set. 

He smiled while looking at me. I handed him my bracelet and held out my wrist to him, continuing, "I think I take up your share of sleep too" while he chuckled and tied up my bracelet. 

"It's good. I think that's why you always look refreshed and have that glow," he said, while kissing my hand.

        When we arrived at the restaurant, the warm sunlight and gentle breeze greeted us. "Would you prefer sitting inside or outside?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with consideration. 

"Definitely outside," I replied, smiling. "You know I love dining al fresco." He chuckled, "Yeah, I know. But I wanted to make sure you're in the mood for it today." He pulled out the chair for me and sat across from me, asking, "Comfortable?" 

The aroma of freshly baked pastries and brewing coffee wafted out, making my stomach growl with anticipation. I nodded, and said, "Please order something. I'm starving!" He laughed and asked, "Okay, what would you like to have?" 

"French toast with fresh fruit and orange juice," I said, my eyes lighting up. "And please skip the syrup and powdered sugar on top?" I added. He smiled and began ordering, while I took in the view, feeling grateful for the lovely setting.

        As he got free from the waiter, I looked at him with a mischievous smile. His eyes questioned 'what?' I placed my elbow on the table with my hand open towards him, suggesting an arm-wrestling match. 

He was taken aback, but smiled instantly. He placed his elbow on the table and held my hand with a gentle yet firm grip. 'Don't smile, I can defeat you easily,' I said, raising an eyebrow.

My eyes sparkled with determination, while his smile hinted at amusement. He placed his other hand on the table, close to my elbow, covering it between his thumb and index finger, perhaps to prevent my elbow from slipping.

I tried to pin his hand to the table with all my might, but couldn't budge it – and he wasn't even exerting any force. Then, he started relaxing his hand, and I pinned it down. 'Told you,' I shrugged. He chuckled and said, 'Yeah, you're strong. I accept my defeat.'

        As I pinned his hand down, an elderly woman from the next table looked over, a warm smile on her face. "Ah, love is in the air, isn't it?" she said, her eyes twinkling with knowing. 

"The way you two look at each other, it's like the whole world has melted away. You can see the adoration in his eyes, dear." She nodded towards him, who blushed slightly, looking away with a shy smile. 

I felt my cheeks heat up, and then he said, "Anyone can fall in love with her, don't you think?" 

The elderly woman laughed, her eyes shining with delight. "Especially someone as charming as you, young man. Love looks goods on you two".

"Thank you, that's very kind of you to say," he said, nodding at her with a smile.

        In the meantime, our food arrived. "I almost forgot how delicious they made it here," I said while taking a bite. "You like it?" he asked while looking at me with a smiling gaze. "Like? I love it!" I said. He chuckled. 

"I don't know why I'm craving sweet dishes a lot these days," I continued. "If this continues, I'm gonna gain weight," I said consciously. 

He chuckled, and said, "You always look beautiful no matter what," his eyes locked on mine. "You glow from within, and that's what truly makes you beautiful." I looked at him as if I didn't believe that. 

"That sparkle in your eyes when you're passionate about something is captivating," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "It lights up your whole face and makes you even more stunning." 

"Sparkle? In my eyes? Seriously?" I said, not believing him. "Wanna see a demo?" he said, pulling out a box from his coat and placing it on the table beside my plate in front of me. 

        I looked up at him with a question in my eyes. "It's for you," he said, while observing me attentively. I opened it, and there was a gold pendant necklace. 

I looked up at him, and he said, "Here's that sparkle I was talking about" , his eyes shining with warmth. A sweet smile spread across my face. 

"When did you get that?" I asked curiously. "Today, in the morning, when you were sleeping like a baby. I saw you were excited for today last night, so I thought, why not make it more beautiful or memorable for you?" he said. 

I looked at the pendant, feeling touched by his thoughtfulness. "It's beautiful," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He smiled, relieved that I liked it. "I'm glad you like it," he said. 

"Let me help you put it on," he offered. The pendant sparkled against my skin, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. "Thank you," I said, looking up at him with gratitude. He leaned in, his face close to mine. "Anything for you," he whispered.

        "What's next?" he asked after our brunch, his voice low and smooth as he leaned back in his chair. "I don't know, maybe we could go for a walk," I said.

"That sounds lovely," he said, smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "The park nearby is beautiful this time of year." He glanced at his watch and said, "We have plenty of time before it starts getting cold." 

He signaled the waiter for the check; when it arrived, he paid with a swipe of his card. He stood up, offering me his hand. "Shall we?" he asked, his voice low and gentle. 

"Yup," I said, and took his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin as we walked out into the bright sunlight. The warm sunshine and gentle breeze enveloped us, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds. 

        "Why are we going this way?" I asked while walking with him. "The park is on the other side," I continued. "You'll know in a moment," he said, and then we stopped in front of a boutique. 

"Want to do some shopping?" he asked, looking at me with a smile. "Why not?" I said with excitement.

        As we stepped into the boutique, the soft sound of the doorbell above the entrance announced our arrival. The store was a treasure trove of stylish clothing, accessories, and shoes, with racks and shelves neatly arranged to showcase the latest fashion trends.

The scent of luxurious fabrics and perfumes wafted through the air. The boutique's interior was sleek and modern, with polished wooden floors and elegant lighting fixtures. Soft music played in the background, complementing the sophisticated atmosphere. A sales associate greeted us warmly, offering assistance as we browsed through the racks.

Mustafa nodded toward a section of the store, saying, "Let's check out the new arrivals." I followed him, my eyes scanning the latest fashion trends. 

As we browsed, he picked up a few items, suggesting they would look great on me. "Try this one," he said, holding up a beautiful dress. "I think you'd look amazing in it." 

"I don't know," I said, hesitating. "It's a bit bold for me." 

"Come on, it'll be fun," he encouraged, handing me the dress. "Go try it on, and I'll wait here."

I took the dress and headed to the dressing room. A few minutes later, I emerged, feeling confident and stylish in the dress. "What do you think?" I asked, twirling around. 

"I think it's perfect," he said, his eyes sparkling with approval. "You look stunning." "I think I might get it," I said.

As I bought some dresses, I said, "I think I'm done." He said, "You know, I think you should get a few more things." 

"I don't know," I said. "I think I've got enough for now." He took my hand and led me to the shoe section, saying, "Don't you want to find some pairs to go with these dresses?" He picked up some pairs of heels and said, "These would look perfect."

"Let me try them on," I said, taking them from him. As I slipped my feet into them and looked in the mirror, I said, "I have to agree – they do look perfect. I'll take them," I said, smiling at him.

The sales associate rang up our purchases, and as we left the boutique, he turned to me and said, "You look happy. I'm glad we did this." 

"I am," I said, smiling up at him. "I needed a little retail therapy." 

He smiled back and took my hand, saying, "Anytime. I'm always up for a good shopping trip."

        As we walked back to our car, he asked, 'Shouldn't we drive to the park instead?' I hesitated, 'I don't know... I thought we left the car here and then visited the park, getting back to the car afterward.' 

He chuckled and began loading the shopping into the backseat. "Yeah, we can do that, but the problem is you'll get too tired walking all the way to the car." I smiled, nodded in agreement, "I like it when someone knows me better than I know myself".

He smiled and opened the door for me. I slid into the passenger seat, and he closed the door gently before moving to the driver's side. 

        After a while, we reached the park and parked in the designated lot. He got out, opened my door, and offered his hand. I smiled, placed my hand in his, and stepped out of the car. As he closed the door behind me, and we strolled hand in hand into the warm sunlight.

The cool breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers as the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the park. The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, a perfect backdrop for our evening walk.

        As we strolled through the park, I suddenly stopped and said, 'Wait.' He turned to me, concern etched on his face, but his expression softened as he saw me struggling with my heels. 

I bent one knee, balancing on one foot as I removed my shoes, my hand instinctively reaching out to grasp his bicep for support. His hand was warm on my back, steadying me.

        Once I'd slipped off my heels, I let out a sigh of relief as my feet sank into the cool grass. It felt heavenly. 

He picked up my shoes and started walking behind me. I turned to him, my eyes sparkling with mischief, and said, 'Try chasing me,' taking a few steps backward, my gaze never leaving his. 

A sly smile spread across his face as he picked up his pace, his eyes locked onto mine with a playful glint. I giggled and turned, taking off in a sprint across the grass. 

My feet felt free and light without the heels, and I reveled in the sensation of the cool breeze rushing past my skin.

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden light over the park. The trees cast long shadows across the grass, and the atmosphere was filled with a sense of magic and possibility. I felt alive, carefree and happy.

He chased after me, his footsteps pounding the ground behind me. Suddenly, he caught up to me, pulled me close, his arms wrapping around my waist, with one hand behind my back and the other under my thighs, and picked me up in his warm embrace. 

As he held me close, I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling safe and loved. He buried his face in my hair, and I could feel his warm breath and then he kissed my head. I giggled again, and he chuckled, his chest vibrating against mine.

        After a while, we settled onto the nearest bench, and he leaned back, opening his arm for me to lean into. I sat beside him, wrapped in his warm embrace, my head resting on his shoulder, and his neck against my forehead. 

As we gazed out at the breathtaking view, I felt a deep sense of peace wash over me. The western sky was painted with hues of reddish-orange, a stunning backdrop as daylight transitioned into darkness.

"I think we should get going, or else you'll get cold; it's started getting cold," he said. 

I looked up at him while my head was still on his shoulder. "I want to stay a little longer here," I said. 

He looked at me and said, "Okay, whatever you say," while removing his coat and placing it on my shoulders, holding me tightly close to him again.

        As it got dark, "Now, we should go," I said, sitting straight up. He got up and knelt down in front of me. "Okay, you must be hungry. What do you want to have?" he asked while helping me put on my heels. 

"Mmm," I said, thinking. He looked up at me while holding me, his fingers sliding under my knees as he finished tying my heels. 

"Ramen," I said with excitement. 

He chuckled and said, "Alright, Ramen it is," with a smile, helping me up from the bench.

As we walked back to the car, his arm around me kept me warm, and I felt grateful for the thoughtful gesture. 

        Once we were in the car, he started the engine and turned up the heat. "So, which Ramen place do you want to go to?" he asked, glancing over at me. 

I thought for a moment before responding, "That new place downtown, Convince Ramen, sounds good." He nodded and began navigating through traffic.

As we drove, the darkness outside seemed to heighten the sense of intimacy between us. The warmth of the car and his company made me feel cozy and content. 

        When we arrived at the Ramen shop, he parked the car, and we stepped out into the cool night air. Took my hand in his, we walked toward the restaurant, the aroma of steaming noodles and savory broth drawing us in. 

He pulled a chair for me, placing it near the counter close to the window at the Ramen station, where the soft glow of the neon signs outside cast a warm light on the windowpane.

As I sat, I tried to take his coat off my shoulders, he took it and draped it over the back of my chair. 

Then, he grabbed two aluminum boxes and filled them with water, placing them on the stoves, which soon began to simmer and whistle softly.

While he grabbed some Ramen and toppings,  carefully added the noodles and toppings to the aluminum boxes, his hands moving with a practiced ease. 

The sizzling of the ingredients and the clinking of utensils created a lively atmosphere. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and hunger as I watched him prepare our meal.

Meanwhile, I started watching the view outside the window, taking in the view of the twinkling city lights and the distant hum of traffic while the winter night air was crisp and cold outside. 

"Almost ready," he said, smiling at me as he stirred the Ramen. 

I smiled back, feeling grateful for the warmth and comfort of the Ramen station on a cold winter night. The sounds and smells of the food surrounded us, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere.

Finally, he handed me a steaming hot bowl of Ramen, and I wrapped my hands around it, feeling the warmth spread through my fingers. 

The aroma of the broth filled my senses, and I took a sip, savoring the rich flavors of the Ramen. It was perfect. 

        After having Ramen, when we settled into the car, "We should go home now," I said while removing my heels. " I'm missing my bed now," I continued with a smile. 

He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, it's been a long day,"  he said, starting the car and adjusting the heater to a comfortable temperature. 'But I'm glad we could spend some time together,' he added, glancing at me with a warm smile.

I smiled back, feeling grateful for the company. As we drove through the quiet streets, the only sound being the soft hum of the engine and the occasional passing car, I felt a sense of relaxation wash over me.

        As we reached home, I opened my side of the car's door and walked into the house barefoot, leaving my heels in the car. 

He entered the house after me, with my heels in his hands, and placed them near the shoe rack beside the entrance. 

While I sat on the couch in the living room, he said, 'I'm going to get fresh and change. I'll be back in a couple of minutes,' and went to his closet.

I fell asleep on the couch, overcome with exhaustion. I was lying on one side, with my back close to the backrest, one hand near my face, and the other under my chin. 

When he noticed me sleeping, he thoughtfully brought a blanket and covered me. As he leaned in close, his one hand rested on the couch near my stomach, while the other hand was on the backrest. 

He gently kissed my forehead, and I briefly woke up, but feeling comforted by his care, I drifted back to sleep. He sat on the coffee table, quietly watching over me

Forbidden Love

Have You Heard About It?

A Forbidden Love

A Love That Dared To Defy The Conventional Norms Of The Society.

We had it.

Let me introduce you to my kind of forbidden love.

    A love that connects the soul of a 19-year-old girl and a 25-year-old man, where age is just a number, and where he showed her that love isn't just red, but a warm, golden glow that shines bright and true.

He has a sparkle in his eyes, framed by lush, arched eyebrows. When he raises one brow, locking his gaze onto mine with a mischievous smirk, I couldn't help but blush and smile instantly. Then, he breaks into a wide smile that makes me smile even brighter. His slender nose and defined beard, perfectly edged along his cheeks, accentuate his chiseled features. His wavy, shaggy layers, reaching his chin, add a touch of elegance, perfecting his captivating aura.

He had a huge crush on me and everyone around us knew it even before I did. Every girl's talking about him, but since he won't even look at them, they just say he's not their type - like sour grapes - because they know they don't stand a chance with him. This whole group of girls has always hated me just because he's got his eyes on me. Oh! You should see the way he looks at me. His eyes would tell you that he's so much in love with me.

Whenever he looks at me, his gaze softens with a slight tilt of his neck, as if he's admiring me. And I'm there, lost in his eyes, trying to read his heart, understand the mysteries of his mind, searching for a glimpse of how much he loves me, seeking a clue to believe in his love, and a hint to trust his efforts. Yet, at the same time, I find a soft submission in his gaze, a melting of my heart into his, making my defenses melt away like ice into the fire of his passion.

The way he follows me everywhere I go, always blocking my path to gaze at me whenever we're coming from opposite directions, and standing so close to me that it leaves me breathless, brings a romantic glow to my life. And when he's not by my side, my eyes are always searching for him, demonstrating the hold he has on my heart. Whenever I tell him to do something, he whispers lovingly, "Whatever you say, your highness, forever your obedient one." His sweet surrender brings a romantic glow to my face, and when I compliment him, he wears my words like a badge of honor, showcasing them to the world with the pride of a lovesick heart. His devoted behavior around me has stolen the spotlight, and now his name is on everyone's lips, accompanied by whispers of his unwavering efforts to win my affection. As a result, everyone playfully teases me with his name, saying he must be my favorite person. I was too scared to accept the fact that I had caught feelings for him, but the way he gently dismissed our age difference, saying 'age is just a number,' melted my doubts away whenever I mentioned our age gap.

        I remember our first romantic encounter when he was holding a book, I felt like he's hiding something in the book so I snatched the book from him, but he was like, " you're being this much possessive even before marriage", I looked at him , with the question in my eyes, my brows furrowed, his eyes locked onto mine, and his gaze lingered on every feature. 'You know you're gorgeous, I'm going to marry you one day, I promise,' he said, his voice low and husky. I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his bold declaration. 'What? I'm not even going to be friends with you, and you're thinking about marriage?' I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the flutter in my chest. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and said, 'You'll see that you'll be my friend too.' I snorted, a laugh bubbling up in my throat. 'I'm not even a friend to my friends, and here you are, thinking I'm going to be a friend to you'. 'You'll see', he added.

The very next day, I walked beside him as he was sitting. I felt a pull; I turned around, and my shawl got stuck on his knee. I removed it from his knee while adjusting my shawl as he looked at me, and with a smirk, he teased, "Look, even your things are in love with me." I rolled my eyes. "You're something else, you know that?" I said, trying to play it cool despite the flutter in my chest. He grinned, clearly pleased with himself, and stood up close to me "Just stating the obvious," he said, his voice low and teasing. I looked at him, trying to read him, then I flicked to get away the wavy hair strands from my face, looked at him by narrowing my eyes. "You're so full of yourself," I said with annoyance and turned to leave... As I turned to leave, he stepped in front of me, blocking my path, and grasped my hand. His warm fingers wrapped around mine, sending a flutter through my chest. For a moment, I let myself melt into his touch, but then a spark of doubt ignited, and I pulled my hand free, despite the protesting whisper of my heart. "No, it's not okay," I thought, the words echoing in my mind. "It shouldn't be like this. We can't be together." I stood there, frozen in indecision, I tried to twist the water bottle cap, but couldn't. My hands felt unsteady, my mind elsewhere. I shifted my weight, my heels clicking softly on the smooth floor, the sound echoing through the silence. Without another thought, I turned and walked away, my heels tapping out at a rapid pace. He called out, his voice low and urgent, and tried to follow me, but I quickly entered the ladies' room, the door swinging shut behind me. As I entered the ladies' room, I inhaled deeply, attempting to steady my racing heart. After what felt like an eternity, my phone buzzed in my pocket, a notification flashing on the screen – a message from him: "Are you okay? You're trembling, and your hands are shivering." I left it on 'seen', unsure of how to respond.

          ◊ I was lounging in the lounge, earbuds in, lost in the music. My upper back rested against the chair's backrest, while my lower back slouched, creating a gentle curve. Absorbed in the song's vibe, I mindlessly played with my hair, twirling it up as if to tie it, but letting it fall again. That's when he walked in, catching me with my hands in my hair, twirling it up. Our eyes met, and instinctively, I sat up straight, releasing my hair. He smiled and approached me.

           ◊ I sat in the chair, mesmerized, my palm supporting my face and fingers covering my cheek. My gaze was fixed on him, and I was completely unaware of the passing time. Meanwhile, he worked tirelessly, rearranging furniture with sleeves rolled up, revealing toned arms that showcased his strength and dedication. I was in awe. It wasn't until later, when I snapped back to reality, that I realized how intently I'd been staring. I straightened up, a smile spreading across my face as I reflected on my behavior. I couldn't believe how zoned out I'd been, admiring him with such abandon.

         ◊ That incident when he accidentally stepped on my long black dress as he was walking behind me. I turned around, and our eyes met. He looked up at me with a mix of apology and adoration, fearing he'd ruined my dress, but in that instant, all I saw was the man who had captured my heart.

        ◊ That night when I stepped into the hall, draped in a breathtaking white net gown with golden embroidery, and all eyes were drawn to me. However, one gaze stood out - his. He stood there with his friends, transfixed, his smile faltering for a moment as he took in the sight of me. But as soon as he caught a glimpse of me, he approached me, his face radiant with admiration. I sensed the depth of his fascination, and the unspoken words of adoration lingered in his gaze.

          ◊ And when he delicately blew away the hair strands from my face, not once, not twice, but three times, his breath whispering across my skin as he seemed to delight in the gentle movement of my hair. And I stood there, mesmerized by the loving gesture, my eyes widening in wonder as I realized he was thoroughly enchanted by me, my cheeks bloomed with a soft blush and my lips curled into a sweet, joyful smile. Meanwhile, his gaze shifted upwards, a soft, affectionate smile spreading across his face, his expression radiating warmth and adoration.

         ◊ And that time when he asked me, 'Will you be my valentine?' with a sly, mysterious smile, I couldn't help but giggle with delight. "What? What was that?" I replied, despite knowing exactly what he was asking. He knew me so well that he anticipated my playful hesitation. With a hint of mischief in his eyes, he whispered, "No, nothing," as he knew I was going to reject his offer.

        ◊ He said, 'Knock, knock.' I played along, 'Who's there?' He replied, 'What, when.' I teased, 'What, when who?' Then, he dropped the punchline: 'Coffee, next week, you and me.' My face flushed, and I laughed, 'I don't drink coffee.' Undeterred, he suggested, 'Tea, then?' I chuckled, 'No tea for me either.' He persisted, 'Water? Everyone drinks water, right?' I smiled at his determination. Finally, he asked, 'How about ice cream or juice?' I agreed and just like that, we had a plan.

        ◊ And when I tell him that I'll join him and ask him about the location, he's always like, 'What made you think I'm going to let you do that? Just tell me the time you'll be ready. I'll pick you up, take you to the destination we've decided on... And when we're free, we're going on a long drive. You love long drives, right?

        ◊ At the café, while we were having pizza, I picked an olive off and placed it on the other corner of the plate. He noticed and asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity, "You don't like olives?" I smiled, and he drew closer, his attention captivated by my response. "What else don't you like?" he asked. As I talked about the foods I didn't like, his gaze lingered on me, and he seemed enchanted by the way I was speaking. He began baby-talking to me and even wanted to pinch my cheek, as if I were a baby. It's clear he's completely smitten and it's adorable!

  ◊ I was sitting in the lounge, resting my elbow on the coffee table in front of me, with my palm under my chin and my hand covering the side of my face. I gazed outside, lost in my own thoughts. He entered the lounge, spotted me, and sat down in front of me, looking into my eyes. As he gently moved the hair strands behind my ear, my heart skipped a beat. I forgot what was on my mind. My eyes followed his hand as he moved the hair strands from my face, and then my gaze shifted to his face. His eyes were filled with concern as he gazed at me and asked, 'You seem lost in thought, everything okay'? When he got to know the reason behind me being worried, he said, 'Don't worry, you don't need to worry at all. I'm here, and I'll handle everything, okay?' His eyes were filled with concern for me as he tried to calm me, seeking to reassure me that he'd make things better. I felt a wave of calm wash over me. I nodded, feeling my worries slowly dissipate, replaced by a sense of gratitude and trust. 'Okay,' I whispered, my voice barely audible. In that moment, his presence felt like a shelter from the storm. The way he leaned in close, looked me straight in the eye, and said, "whenever you're feeling down, overwhelmed, or just want to cry, and I'm not around, remember I'm just a text away. I'll call you, listen to everything on your mind for hours if needed, and even sing to you", as he knows I love to hear him sing.

         ◊ As I stood in the middle of the ground, waiting for my convenience, he moved his motorcycle out of the parking area, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if I took laps around you, with you as my center?" he asked, his voice filled with playful charm. My eyebrows arched in surprise, and I couldn't help but giggle at the whimsy of it all. Without another word, he impulsively started circling around me, his bike roaring to life. My hair swirled in the gentle breeze created by his passing. My skin glowed with a soft, rosy hue as I giggled with unbridled joy. He gazed at me with a look of pure adoration, as if he'd spend forever doing anything to keep this happiness and glow on my face.

       ◊ He shaved off his entire beard, and I had to admit, I was curious. I'd never seen him without a beard, which is why he was hiding behind a mask when I saw him. His friends teased him mercilessly, egging him on to show me his face. They tried to pull off the mask, but he managed to dodge them. I joined in, asking him to remove the mask, but he was nervous and evaded me too. Finally, he couldn't resist my curious gaze and pulled off the mask. Everyone focused on me, waiting for my reaction. I kept a straight face, but my eyes widened in wonder. I asked, "Why did you do that?" His friends erupted into laughter, teasing him about his new look. "You're wasted, man! She didn't like it too!" they joked. He ignored them, his eyes locked on mine with a mischievous glint. "I still have hair on my chest," he said with a smirk, "let me show you?" As he reached for his shirt buttons, I playfully jabbed him on the chest, trying to hide my blush by looking down. But he noticed, and I couldn't help but smile. "No thanks... I've seen them," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

        ◊ I recall standing in the corner of the room, seething with anger towards him. But then, out of nowhere, he began singing - as if knowing I loved songs. It was the first time I'd ever heard him sing, and his voice sent shivers down my spine. My eyes sparkled, my cheeks flushed pink. With every high note, my heart skipped a beat. There's something about his deep voice that awakens a thrill in my soul, leaving me breathless whenever he breaks into song.

          ◊ As we stood facing each other, lost in conversation, he turned to leave. Without thinking, I reached out and gently grasped his arm just above the wrist. It was the first time I'd ever touched him, and the sensation sent my heart skipping a beat. Time seemed to freeze as I felt his gaze meet mine. In that fleeting moment, I saw something in his eyes that took my breath away – a spark of vulnerability, a glimmer of affection. It was as if his entire being had melted into my touch, revealing the deepest recesses of his heart.

           ◊ As we crossed the road, he stood beside me, noticing the traffic approaching from my side. He swiftly moved to shield me, taking my hand in his. It was the first time he held my hand for more than a moment. I felt the warmth of his grasp, a comforting sensation that enveloped me as I was overcome with a sense of protection. In that moment, I knew I was safe, shielded from harm, with him by my side.

         ◊ Back when I was sitting on the couch with my head down on the table in the room, lost in thought. He was passing by, unaware of my presence, but as he caught sight of me, he halted in his tracks. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with concern, and he whispered, "Hey, are you okay?", my voice was barely above a whisper, "Yeah......" A shiver ran down my spine, he noticed, his brow furrowing in worry. "Are you cold?" he asked, his voice dripping with care. I nodded, he swiftly said "wait here for me; let me bring my jacket to keep you warm..."

        ◊ During our trip to Lake-view when I was sitting in the chair, he spotted me and couldn't resist joining me. He brought a chair closer, his eyes locked on mine, and sat down in front of me. Then, he took my hands in his, sending shivers down my spine and making my heart skip a beat. I felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness as his warm touch sparked a flutter in my chest. I tried to pull away, feeling a little self-conscious about the people around us, but he gently held on, his gaze never leaving mine. I tried to free my hands again, but he wouldn't let go, his grasp gentle yet firm. As I surrendered to the moment, he spent the rest of the evening tenderly holding my hands, his touch igniting a deep connection between us. I felt my heart overflowing with emotion as I basked in the warmth of his affection.

        ◊ I was writing something about him, and he noticed I was completely absorbed in my thoughts. He became curious, and I could tell he wanted to read what I'd written, but I was determined to keep it private. Out of nowhere, he snatched the paper from my hands. As I tried to retrieve it, he proved to be too quick. He teasingly held the paper just out of my reach, moving it from one hand to the other. In my attempts to grab it back, our hands touched, and suddenly he was holding mine in a romantic grasp, his fingers intertwined with mine. Every time our hands touched, he'd hold mine in a gentle yet possessive way, his fingers wrapping around mine. My heart skipped a beat with each tender touch, the sensation leaving me breathless.

        ◊ As I sat in the chair, he sat beside me, his mischievous grin fixed on me. With a playful tug, he'd grab the armrest of my chair, pulling it towards him, trying to scare me into falling. But his intentions were far from malicious; in his mind, he knew I'd land safely in his arms if I fell. Every time he tried to startle me, I'd instinctively grab his wrist, holding it tight. Deep down, I trusted that he could handle me, and that holding him would keep me safe. Ironically, despite being the one teasing me, he made me feel secure. And he loved the way I held his wrist, especially when fear made my grip tighten.

         ◊ We were walking side by side, my fingers flying across my phone's keyboard as I texted. Lost in conversation, I didn't notice the uneven path ahead. Suddenly, my feet slipped, and I felt myself tilting. In a flash, he grasped my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine, and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. His swift rescue left me giggling at my own absent mindedness. He smiled too and for a moment, everything else faded away.

         ◊ As I wore the vibrant mustard frock, he gazed at me with a captivating smile, his eyes locking onto mine. He took my hand and whispered sweetly, "You're the beauty from Beauty and the Beast. Why don't I be your monster?" I couldn't help but giggle at his charming words, and when he asked me to dance, I hesitated, and told him that I don't know how to do it. But he insisted, his eyes sparkling with persuasion. I giggled again, and he took it as a sign to lead me onto the dance floor in the lounge. He streamed music on his phone, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I felt a deep sense of comfort and security in his embrace, my initial hesitation melting away with each gentle sway. As we danced, he whispered sweet nothings in my ear: "You're even more beautiful than Belle herself." I blushed and giggled softly. The song ended, but he didn't release me. Instead, he pulled me closer, spinning me around. I laughed and twirled with him, feeling carefree, joyful, and utterly enchanted.

        ◊ As he stood beside me, leaning in to examine the book in my lap, his side profile was inches from my face. My gaze drifted to his neck, and suddenly, my breath caught. I felt an inexplicable urge to reach out, place my head on his shoulder, rest my arms over his biceps, to be enveloped in his arms.

        ◊ In the soft glow of the moment, when his black button-down shirt was open to reveal his chest, I was entranced by the soft tufts of hair that peeked out. As he spoke, his words barely registered. My gaze lingered on the gentle curls, and I couldn't help but yearn to touch them, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. The desire to caress him, to explore the contours of his chest, was almost irresistible.

        ◊ I still remember the moment I took 2-3 steps back, a habitual gesture, he moved towards me, and my shoulder grazed his chest. I froze, my eyes widening in a mix of fear and wonder. I turned slightly, still standing there, enveloped between his arms, feeling the warmth of his presence with barely an inch between us. It was as if I was shielded in his arms. He stood there with his arms open wide, ready to catch me if I fell, wearing a huge, mysterious smile with a spark in his eyes.

      ◊ As he sat beside me, his knee accidentally brushed against my calf. The touch sent a surge of warmth through me, a stark contrast to the chill I felt. He noticed my shivers and silently took my hands into his, offering his warmth. Without a word, he subtly adjusted his position, sliding his leg down so I could rest mine on his. The gentle gesture spoke volumes, and I felt a sense of comfort and security wash over me. In winters, whenever he's around, he'll come to me, take my hands in his, and softly rub them so they can warm swiftly, as he knows that my hands are always freezing during this time. The gentle touch of his fingers, the warmth of his palms, and the love in his eyes make every cold winter day feel like a warm embrace.

        ◊ When I wore a delicate net dress with ethereal sleeves, he approached me, sat beside me, and gazed at me with gentle concern etched on his face. 'Don't you feel a chill? Come here,' he asked softly. He opened his arms, wearing a shawl, and placed one side of it over my shoulder, covering me. Then, he slid his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I felt the chill of the night melt away. In the warmth of that moment, my head naturally found its resting place on his shoulder. His arms remained around my waist as we both snuggled under his warm shawl.

         ◊ We were sitting together, side by side; he was deeply engrossed in his work, but I was struggling to stay awake. Feeling unwell, I whispered to him that I needed to rest, and he tenderly offered his shoulder as a pillow. I rested my head on his shoulder, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. He continued working, careful not to disturb me, letting me sleep undisturbed. Wrapped in the warmth of his presence, I don't know how long I slept on his shoulder, but he remained still, considerate of my rest, making sure I wouldn't wake up.

        ◊ Since he knows I tend to sleep a lot, he's always mindful of when I'm feeling sleepy. When he notices I'm starting to feel sleepy-eyed, he gently pulls me close, so my head can rest on his shoulder, my forehead touching his neck, my hand in his hand, and his arm wrapping around my waist. He does this to make me feel cozy and warm, allowing me to drift off to sleep without worrying about others around us. The way he tenderly looks out for me, his thoughtful gestures, and his unwavering support all fill my heart with warmth and love. Seeing the depth of his care for me brings a soft, romantic glow to my face.

        ◊ That evening when we were both invited to that special event, I really wanted to attend it with him, but he had a family commitment to attend another event. I had been telling him that he had to attend this event with me, but he said it would be difficult. Instead of being understanding, I threw tantrums and said, "This is the last time I'm telling you that you have to attend this event with me, or I'm not going to talk to you ever in my life!" He gently reassured, "Okay, don't worry, I'll, I'll find a way." And he did. He arrived at the hall exactly on time after dropping his family off at their event. When he saw I was running late, he briefly attended the family event for 5 min just for formality's sake , then came back to wait for me. When I arrived in a stunning cherry red sari, he was there, as promised, waiting for me, his eyes filled with adoration, and then he came close, and said, "You're looking breathtakingly beautiful; why don't we capture some pictures today?', his gaze was captivating, and I felt like the only person in the world.

        ◊ I remember when I was consumed by jealousy, even though he hadn't done anything to provoke it. He was blissfully oblivious to my possessive feelings. As we stood at the staircase, ready to head down together, he gallantly said, 'You first,' gesturing for me to go ahead. But I was still simmering with emotion, so I hit him on the chest and teased, 'As if you're this caring!' My words were laced with a mix of annoyance and affection. I brushed past him, leaving him confused and wondering what was wrong and why I was taunting him. The way my hands instinctively fall on his chest - whether in playful jabs or angry slaps - is a testament to the fact that he is mine.

        ◊ I'll never forget the time when I was furiously hitting him with the book on his chest, he stood gracefully, his eyes locked on mine, silently communicating "it's okay, relax, I'm here for you". In an instant, my anger dissipated, replaced by a sense of trans-quilting. Oh God! I love the way he tenderly handles my tantrums, calming me down with ease.

        ◊ We stood face-to-face; arguing about something with him, as I was upset with him. Suddenly, he grasped my hand and pressed it onto his chest, his own hand covering mine. His partially unbuttoned shirt allowed my fingers to rest on his warm, bare skin. My long nails dug gently into his chest, a subconscious expression of my turmoil. But as our gazes locked, a surge of anger and frustration swept through me. I tried to pull away, yet his grip held firm. In struggling to free myself, my nails inadvertently left visible scratches on his chest, which turned red in an instant. His eyes never left mine.  He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me close, and whispered reassuringly, "It's okay, I've got you." In that moment, his words and touch conflicted with my desire to resist.

Gosh! I'm a goner. I can't hold it back anymore. I can't help how I feel. I'm totally, completely, utterly, head-over-heels in love with him. I can't eat-sleep-breath without thinking of him. I love him. I'm a lovesick mess, I don't care who knows it!