BURN ME

Ercel Preeti 4 stories

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Summary

“Life is hell. As long as she is that far, it is hell. It is tormenting. It is torture. Each day, each second, i dream of her, I fantasize her, I think of her. She did not appear like an angel, but a temptress. She appeared like a devil woman and now she does not want to leave my thoughts. She has captured my heart, my mind, my body. So does it matter if I capture her? If I steal her? If I chase her?” She was standing in her private outdoor space, attached to her cabin. I meekly entered her room and watched her in silence. She had worn a nude coloured, net-type, satin robe, short and very alluring. It covered only upto her thighs. The fabric was so delicate that it began to shimmer when the sun’s rays fell upon her. It was the moment when my eyes were drawn to her completely. She loosely, casually removed her hair claw and her wavy, curly locks cascaded down upto her waist. I can’t help but notice the gentle slopes of her hips. She then turned and leaned back on the terrace, slightly. Stretching her hands to support herself on it, she breathed like a heavy sigh. But to eyes, she looked stunning. My gaze wandered down her body. Her thin fabric could barely conceal the outline of her curves. My heart raced as I observed her from afar. The rise and fall of her chest, the rhythmic movement of her breast, I felt a primal urge to touch her, feel her and claim her. Make her mine. Taker her away. All these wild thoughts stirred up and ……………. Then he appears.