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I kinda was board and managed to type a OS! Lol
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My fast OS :D
Part 1
I thought a dream is a nuisance, waste of time. My life have been devoted to this man that I call husband, a life that It never would be to good to be real. I observed from the far corner of the stage, gazing upon him, alive again... And also dead. "patient, that's all he was telling, have patient in me" he looked right above the crowed right in my eyes, almost ripping my heart apart. The pain, my love... How couldn't I... How couldn't I have the patient?
His dark Hazel brown eyes looked up at me with devotion, a power that could no one ever owned. It's my, his long thick black hair jailed back, the black coat with blue thin line design, specially ordered from Canada showed the class. He took his long arm, helping him self with a guitar that a man passed. After long time he brought Him self with the courage to sing for his wife for the first time. He looked at her, slowly picking his head up.
Just have a little, patience
I'm still hurting from a love I lost,
I'm feeling your frustration,
But any minute all the pain will stop,
Just hold me close inside your arms tonight,
Don't be too hard on my emotions
Cause I, need time,
My heart is numb, has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing,
Just try and have a little patience,
I really wanna start over again,
I know you wanna be my salvation,
The one that I can always depend,
I'll try to be strong, believe me,
I'm trying to move on,
It's complicated but understand me,
Cause I, need time,
My heart is numb has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing,
Just try and have a little patience yeah,
Have a little patience, Yeah
Cause this scar runs so deep,
It's been hard,
But I have to believe,
Have a little patience,
Have a little patience,
wooh
Cause I, I just need time,
My heart is numb has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing,
Just try, and have a little patience,
Have a little patience,
My heart is numb has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing
Just try and have a little... Patience
...
He walked down the stair of the stage, after long time he sang. Sang his heart out, sang his pain out, the frustration that he can't love his wife, the frustration that he is here but still the heart belong somewhere els. The frustration why there was no love between this maan & geet.
He came forward not even one blink while another person heds towards the stage in the busy restaurant. It's there 5 year marriage anniversary, it's suppose to be a quit, romantic evening but 1 am, still they are tightly locked in this place that there daughter have chose for them. Maan came forward swang his hand around her slim waist, brings her even close. Hiding her from the loud crowd. "maybe more formal place next time..." his long neck head swirled around to have a clear view of the exit. "it's a tufy. You stay in my arm." geet gently nodes. Compressing her self even closer, resting her head over his rapid heartbeats. Maans one hand held her waist while another across the soft hair, protecting as he pushed through the rough crowed of people. His sharp m shape lips was prominent of anger of how each person was trying there luck to bash in to them. His big red eyes filled with tiardness from over work.
"ham kal bhi ae saktithi!" geet softly suggested, looking down. It's Saturday. A busy evening. Every place was heavily booked out luckily they were khurana so not a biggy but other people won't cancel for them, would they?
"hamari aniversary aj hi, kal nahi..."
Geet kept quit. As they finally were out of the nuisance. Tuff day, and tuffy. They walked to the black limo in silent. Maan still held her close to his heat, not to let go.
There slow car stopped at the honeymoon resort. She hesitated to walk in, it was rare for them to spend any time together, but each moment they spend she treasures it close to her heart.
The soft corner of her lips trembled as her eyes looked in-depth in his. He took his strong arm and picked her up, her lips were sealed today only to be open by her husband, only to be loved by him. He gently laid her to the bed, softly stroking her red cheek, his heart cried, cried loudly to feel the connection of both heart, how desperately was he trying to feel her soft burning cheek against him as he brushed along her. The soft side of the strong arm gently rests again her cheek, gently brushing as he looked right between them. "I love you maan..."
She whispered as he dipped his face in-between the collar bone. She closed her eyes knowing there will be no answer, knowing there could never be a reply back. Her thumping heart narrowed, she relaxed back, hiding her eyes. He came even closer, one hand tightly hugged while another loosens his bow tigh, straggling to take every part of there cloths off.
The thumping heart showed no sign of relaxation, no sign of calmness. She rests her hand to the side, tilt her face to the side, maans body came over like a breez over her petit body. The dark room gave little light to see, he slowly stroked every part to feel geets blouse button. She only moaned, letting out slight signal that how it's affecting her, how his each touch is always special, how she hunger for him. Her solid buds showed it's action, little by little. Maan touched the edge of the skirt, stroking it upwards. Leaving her breathless...
:)
Please comment
I kinda was board and managed to type a OS! Lol
Do say...
My fast OS :D
Part 1
I thought a dream is a nuisance, waste of time. My life have been devoted to this man that I call husband, a life that It never would be to good to be real. I observed from the far corner of the stage, gazing upon him, alive again... And also dead. "patient, that's all he was telling, have patient in me" he looked right above the crowed right in my eyes, almost ripping my heart apart. The pain, my love... How couldn't I... How couldn't I have the patient?
His dark Hazel brown eyes looked up at me with devotion, a power that could no one ever owned. It's my, his long thick black hair jailed back, the black coat with blue thin line design, specially ordered from Canada showed the class. He took his long arm, helping him self with a guitar that a man passed. After long time he brought Him self with the courage to sing for his wife for the first time. He looked at her, slowly picking his head up.
Just have a little, patience
I'm still hurting from a love I lost,
I'm feeling your frustration,
But any minute all the pain will stop,
Just hold me close inside your arms tonight,
Don't be too hard on my emotions
Cause I, need time,
My heart is numb, has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing,
Just try and have a little patience,
I really wanna start over again,
I know you wanna be my salvation,
The one that I can always depend,
I'll try to be strong, believe me,
I'm trying to move on,
It's complicated but understand me,
Cause I, need time,
My heart is numb has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing,
Just try and have a little patience yeah,
Have a little patience, Yeah
Cause this scar runs so deep,
It's been hard,
But I have to believe,
Have a little patience,
Have a little patience,
wooh
Cause I, I just need time,
My heart is numb has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing,
Just try, and have a little patience,
Have a little patience,
My heart is numb has no feeling,
So while I'm still healing
Just try and have a little... Patience
...
He walked down the stair of the stage, after long time he sang. Sang his heart out, sang his pain out, the frustration that he can't love his wife, the frustration that he is here but still the heart belong somewhere els. The frustration why there was no love between this maan & geet.
He came forward not even one blink while another person heds towards the stage in the busy restaurant. It's there 5 year marriage anniversary, it's suppose to be a quit, romantic evening but 1 am, still they are tightly locked in this place that there daughter have chose for them. Maan came forward swang his hand around her slim waist, brings her even close. Hiding her from the loud crowd. "maybe more formal place next time..." his long neck head swirled around to have a clear view of the exit. "it's a tufy. You stay in my arm." geet gently nodes. Compressing her self even closer, resting her head over his rapid heartbeats. Maans one hand held her waist while another across the soft hair, protecting as he pushed through the rough crowed of people. His sharp m shape lips was prominent of anger of how each person was trying there luck to bash in to them. His big red eyes filled with tiardness from over work.
"ham kal bhi ae saktithi!" geet softly suggested, looking down. It's Saturday. A busy evening. Every place was heavily booked out luckily they were khurana so not a biggy but other people won't cancel for them, would they?
"hamari aniversary aj hi, kal nahi..."
Geet kept quit. As they finally were out of the nuisance. Tuff day, and tuffy. They walked to the black limo in silent. Maan still held her close to his heat, not to let go.
There slow car stopped at the honeymoon resort. She hesitated to walk in, it was rare for them to spend any time together, but each moment they spend she treasures it close to her heart.
The soft corner of her lips trembled as her eyes looked in-depth in his. He took his strong arm and picked her up, her lips were sealed today only to be open by her husband, only to be loved by him. He gently laid her to the bed, softly stroking her red cheek, his heart cried, cried loudly to feel the connection of both heart, how desperately was he trying to feel her soft burning cheek against him as he brushed along her. The soft side of the strong arm gently rests again her cheek, gently brushing as he looked right between them. "I love you maan..."
She whispered as he dipped his face in-between the collar bone. She closed her eyes knowing there will be no answer, knowing there could never be a reply back. Her thumping heart narrowed, she relaxed back, hiding her eyes. He came even closer, one hand tightly hugged while another loosens his bow tigh, straggling to take every part of there cloths off.
The thumping heart showed no sign of relaxation, no sign of calmness. She rests her hand to the side, tilt her face to the side, maans body came over like a breez over her petit body. The dark room gave little light to see, he slowly stroked every part to feel geets blouse button. She only moaned, letting out slight signal that how it's affecting her, how his each touch is always special, how she hunger for him. Her solid buds showed it's action, little by little. Maan touched the edge of the skirt, stroking it upwards. Leaving her breathless...
:)
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