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It’s Called a Hug… Maybe

By Rashmi Dhongade




He embraced the uncertainty that she is. The vulnerability, tracing her lower back, carving into her very soul. Gasping for air, with little to no breath, he stole every one of them.

Only if the courage instilled in those small puffs, her heart betraying her thoughts. Was pulling away the only option, or can she plunge into those brown sweetness of his dilating eyes?


By Rashmi Dhongade




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