// Paralysed Feelings //
She looked beautiful, almost radiant, her pretty smile still pasted onto those delectable lips, her chestnut brown hair falling in the tumbled-just got out-of-bed look, and those alluring eyes still twinkling with her inner light. She had greeted him, as she usually would have if she were still working for him. A small frown dancing on her lips before she had spotted him she had taken small steps towards him as he nodded her a greeting, his lips not yet discovering movement as he took in her ruffling skirt, paired with the khaki shirt, he could almost see her alabaster legs through the sheer black but choose not to, wanting to give her the dignity and respect she deserved, he saw her reach out to touch his cowlick, her small fingers soothing the throbbing headache instinctively he curved his cheek into her awaiting palms the fragrant henna assailing his raw nerves. He could feel the realisation daunting in her mind, as she stole away her hand, her hazel orbs looking in fear of her new husband. He could hear her animated chatter but she was met with a wall of silence from him, he felt to ashamed of his deeds however his new nurse did not hesitate, she returned every gesture Khushi extended towards them. He saw her flick a lone curling lock of hair behind her ear, something his fingers had been thirsting to do since the evening had began, his mind immediately recalled the way she had carefully touched his hair and Arnav realised he had done the same back. His paralysed being had somehow managed to touch her beautiful being. And as the evening had progressed he had touched her further.
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When she had wiped the falling soup from his lips with a small finger, god had then bestowed him a fleeting touch of lip-gloss on her lips, the small hint of raspberry diffusing through the air with her bubbling laughter as his mind peppered kisses onto her soft ones. She had reached out to touch his forearm as he laughed to his own joke over lunch and coincidently something had fallen onto her arm which she had wiped off, oh he had rubbed her arms to ward off the evening chill making some goose-bumps rise for a completely different reason.
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Oh he had touched her all over, felt her all over. Who said a paralysed man could not feel? Could not move? Could not make love Oh Arnav had moved, Arnav had felt and Arnav had made love to her in every way possible by the end of that fine winters evening, he had loved her in ways more than her husband could ever.
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How was it? Was it crap? I don't know I just wanted to note it down. It's like 400 words or something. I apologise for it being short, but this is for every writer who loves my work and me regardless how shitty it is. I love you lot. Also its 2:35am in the morning. FAR TO EARLY FOR PMs and PROOF READING. Sorry again.
-Aashifa
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