Originally posted by: napstermonster
SMILE
He would remember the promises he had made to himself, not so very long ago, and a lifetime back. He was in absolute control over every aspect of his life, but especially over himself, over his heart. He had been both totally right, and devastatingly wrong. Because he was both in control, and rioting in chaos. Because every aspect of his life, himself, his heart---was now, simply---her.
And then...he would smile.ππ
Originally posted by: LivesInHope
I logged in for a short visit
Was Over the moon to ur name next to OS!.
A seemingly small casual everyday gesture of a husband buying some very cheap glass bangles for his wife has been elevated to the status of a revered Act of pure and devoted adoration, an expression of his undying love for her.
He then puts them on her with the same reverence, devotion and love.
All he wants in return is her smile.
Which for him is the most precious gift she cud ever gift him.
A smile just for him. Because of him. To warm his heart and light up his soul.
The entire process from the intention to the adornment of paros wrists is pure beautiful poetry in motion.
The rugged rock of raw masculinity that is Rudra closely inspecting each bangle in huge strong rough soldier hands to assess if its superior enough for his darling paro. He
Searches far and wide, hi and low for the perfect dainty delicate glass circles of love for his equally perfect dainty and fragile paro.
How incredibly lucky is paro???
And how lucky r we to hav u, napsterji???
Im never going to be able to look at churian/bangles in quite the same way again...
Thank you for another breathtaking story
Samina
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