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hola folks, 😃
I know im not on the foum a lot, but excuse me, I suck at maths and 11th phy and chem kill me.
LITERALLY.🤢
nevertheless, I am going to be here on and off, I have a few more os's that I have to post and I hope that mkes you guys happy*fingers crossed* well, a girl can hope, cant she 😉 😆
anyways, this piece of writing Is short and maybe not my best, but I still take the pleasure of dedicating this os to PIU, well, I don't actually know you gurl, but you're constant support through your comments have been a source of constant pleasure to me 😳
I hope you like it 😃
and also, for those people who actually like hurricane and follow it, I promise to try my very best to update it by tomorrow night. laziness be damned.
love ya !!
happy reading 😳 😃
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midnight thoughts
a queen imagination
kunj's eyes opened and the vision was blurred. damn blurred, it was black. dark.
what would one expect when they wake up in the middle of the night ? darkness, what else ? and so he does. he was one of those who slept in the dark and his wifey didn't. it had been a while since she feared sleeping in the dark. he was always there. always.
he feels thirsty swallows nothing. he can feel twinkle's head on his chest, as he realizes he is propped up slightly against the headboard. his one arm is wrapped around her head and then rests on her shoulders, lightly hugging her close. his other arm is wound among her fingers, fitting perfectly into her tiny hand. the other of her hand is wrapped across his stomach to his waist. she snuggles closer to him and he lets her, opening his arms more so she can find her happy place.
it was cold. lets just admit it, the weather was freezing. they were each wearing a hoodie and were snuggled up under a warm cozy duvet, but the breeze from the window was terrific. he decided he wont let twinkle feel any cold and got up to close the window. well, i can say, he tried to, but failed adorably as twinkle sneezes in her sleep. kunj, now more worried, tends to her. he decides, that he is a genius, for telling his wife to keep the extra duvet on the bed itself. he grabs it without moving twinkle, and wraps it slowly around her. she smiles a little and adjusts her head on his chest, again.
he smiles at her. he could never claim to be more lucky than what he was at that moment. life had not always been the best for him, all those 25 years, until he met the amazing lady who was snuggling into him again. his wife. his world. his everything. he hadn't thought he would love anyone so selflessly that he would go and take a bullet for her. and then get lectured on how she feels that she is wrong for him and if he ever does it again, he can go and sleep in the guest room again. well, not to mention the extra muffins he got after that, and the care and attention he had received. from her. Her's mattered, all other attention didn't.
he then remembers how once she had gotten into trouble for letting the cricket ball jam straight into leela ma's window. well, it was kids she was playing with and sure she would never ever want them to get scolded, and so she takes the blame of hitting the ball. later she spends her time sulking around, until kunj promises he would take her to the park the next day and surely play cricket with her and the kids. he had then received the smile he could cry for, lie for and straight up die for.
she was his best friend. no body else mattered to him as much as she did. like, seriously. she was his earth and moon and stars and sun all together. he smiled and blushed when he thought of how he had been grandly declared the man of her life, on his birthday, as she unveiled the gift she was giving him. the second gift. the first one, he had already received and hugged her for at midnight. he remembers her glowing as she was lifted off the ground, in the party, in front of everybody and he didn't give a damn. she even pressed a quick kiss before anybody could notice.
he remembers how sad she had gotten one day, because the divergent series had a sad ending. he had literally ran to the taneja mansion and fish out all the happy, nice books and bring them to his room. how he had tried to avoid bebe and ma, was out of his bounds. all he knew was his wife was sad and he couldn't bear it. he had spent the night reading to her, wonder. a book that had absolutely stolen both of their hearts. he had kept reading even after she slept. kept reading aloud. and had been greeted with a blowing smile and permission from the lady to bunk collage and complete his sleep, that he had missed. not to forget, she had to sit beside him and pat him to sleep, return the favor by reading. he fell in love with her all over again.
he smiled she murmurs a soft "I love you, kunj" in her sleep. and trust me, he had to try real real hard, to not kiss her senseless at that very moment. he kept it to a small cheek kiss, and thinking again. he remembers and smiles and sighs at the good and the bad times they have had.
that night, he decides, he's a happy man.
I know im not on the foum a lot, but excuse me, I suck at maths and 11th phy and chem kill me.
LITERALLY.🤢
nevertheless, I am going to be here on and off, I have a few more os's that I have to post and I hope that mkes you guys happy*fingers crossed* well, a girl can hope, cant she 😉 😆
anyways, this piece of writing Is short and maybe not my best, but I still take the pleasure of dedicating this os to PIU, well, I don't actually know you gurl, but you're constant support through your comments have been a source of constant pleasure to me 😳
I hope you like it 😃
and also, for those people who actually like hurricane and follow it, I promise to try my very best to update it by tomorrow night. laziness be damned.
love ya !!
happy reading 😳 😃
---------------------
midnight thoughts
a queen imagination
kunj's eyes opened and the vision was blurred. damn blurred, it was black. dark.
what would one expect when they wake up in the middle of the night ? darkness, what else ? and so he does. he was one of those who slept in the dark and his wifey didn't. it had been a while since she feared sleeping in the dark. he was always there. always.
he feels thirsty swallows nothing. he can feel twinkle's head on his chest, as he realizes he is propped up slightly against the headboard. his one arm is wrapped around her head and then rests on her shoulders, lightly hugging her close. his other arm is wound among her fingers, fitting perfectly into her tiny hand. the other of her hand is wrapped across his stomach to his waist. she snuggles closer to him and he lets her, opening his arms more so she can find her happy place.
it was cold. lets just admit it, the weather was freezing. they were each wearing a hoodie and were snuggled up under a warm cozy duvet, but the breeze from the window was terrific. he decided he wont let twinkle feel any cold and got up to close the window. well, i can say, he tried to, but failed adorably as twinkle sneezes in her sleep. kunj, now more worried, tends to her. he decides, that he is a genius, for telling his wife to keep the extra duvet on the bed itself. he grabs it without moving twinkle, and wraps it slowly around her. she smiles a little and adjusts her head on his chest, again.
he smiles at her. he could never claim to be more lucky than what he was at that moment. life had not always been the best for him, all those 25 years, until he met the amazing lady who was snuggling into him again. his wife. his world. his everything. he hadn't thought he would love anyone so selflessly that he would go and take a bullet for her. and then get lectured on how she feels that she is wrong for him and if he ever does it again, he can go and sleep in the guest room again. well, not to mention the extra muffins he got after that, and the care and attention he had received. from her. Her's mattered, all other attention didn't.
he then remembers how once she had gotten into trouble for letting the cricket ball jam straight into leela ma's window. well, it was kids she was playing with and sure she would never ever want them to get scolded, and so she takes the blame of hitting the ball. later she spends her time sulking around, until kunj promises he would take her to the park the next day and surely play cricket with her and the kids. he had then received the smile he could cry for, lie for and straight up die for.
she was his best friend. no body else mattered to him as much as she did. like, seriously. she was his earth and moon and stars and sun all together. he smiled and blushed when he thought of how he had been grandly declared the man of her life, on his birthday, as she unveiled the gift she was giving him. the second gift. the first one, he had already received and hugged her for at midnight. he remembers her glowing as she was lifted off the ground, in the party, in front of everybody and he didn't give a damn. she even pressed a quick kiss before anybody could notice.
he remembers how sad she had gotten one day, because the divergent series had a sad ending. he had literally ran to the taneja mansion and fish out all the happy, nice books and bring them to his room. how he had tried to avoid bebe and ma, was out of his bounds. all he knew was his wife was sad and he couldn't bear it. he had spent the night reading to her, wonder. a book that had absolutely stolen both of their hearts. he had kept reading even after she slept. kept reading aloud. and had been greeted with a blowing smile and permission from the lady to bunk collage and complete his sleep, that he had missed. not to forget, she had to sit beside him and pat him to sleep, return the favor by reading. he fell in love with her all over again.
he smiled she murmurs a soft "I love you, kunj" in her sleep. and trust me, he had to try real real hard, to not kiss her senseless at that very moment. he kept it to a small cheek kiss, and thinking again. he remembers and smiles and sighs at the good and the bad times they have had.
that night, he decides, he's a happy man.
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