She kept speaking
for an hour. He kept gazing at her.
Her intoxicating
allurement walked him into mystical reverie where he was the protagonist and
she was his muse. A distant voice was calling out his name.
“Malhar.
MALHAR!”
“Wha- pa- present ma’am”
“Wha- pa- present ma’am”
he returned back from the cloud cuckoo land.
The school bell tolled.
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-Ashish
Brilliant 55! Emotes the Shringar rasa so effectively :)
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That's was a sweet 55er. :)
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thanks Aparna.
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Sweet and bitter love = crush
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