#hamesha

I cry over Arshi's "Hamesha"

Blurb!1: Nandini wants to read with her boyfriend on a cozy winter evening but Manik can't seem to keep his hands off her.

"So FUCKING soft!" Manik breathed against Nandini's skin, trying not to get possessed by the lingering lavender mist around her neck. His hands squeezing around her hips, wishing it to be molded there for an entire eternity.

Her soft whimpers acted as an addiction for him dying to capture those melodies in his ear drums, she was just so perfect. Manik groaned. His index finger tapping at the curve of her hip. While the little angel's attention was partly occupied by the romance novel sprawled on her lap, blessing of Manik Malhotra's personal library shelf at home.

"Manik!" She scolded, when she felt her overly clingy boyfriend drop wet smooches on the crook of her neck, squirming in his lap, her soft form curling into his hard one. She slapped his pervert hand which was trying to flip its way inside her skirt.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Manik cooed at her, his hands still lingering over her stomach, while another one was shamelessly again trying to wave its path inside her skirt. His eyes softening up when his gaze fell on the beauty on his lap, her side profile looked angelically sculpted that he found himself hard to breathe.

"I thought you wanted to read with me." Nandini pouted against him, her form relaxing against him protesting a soft grumble. Manik's warm chuckle made her cheeks warm, his pointed nose smoothed against the warmth of her cheek, making her giggle against his hold. Manik couldn't help when his lips twitched upwards in a very genuine smile. She was just so adorable.

"I am" Manik smirked, which made her roll her eyes at him. "I am reading you, my love". Nandini groaned at his cheeky remarks. The sound making all the blood rush towards his south region. Making her aware of the very evident tent poking her below her. Nandini's eyes widened and color rose through her neck.

"Manik!" She shrieked, "Seriously?" Her hands flowing up to cover her heated face.

"I can't help it! Okay?" Manik argued defending his actions. "You try keeping a pretty girl, squirming in your lap."

A narcissist is not capable of loving, it's not love, it's an emotional attachment known as a trauma bond, many abusive relationships begin with a shower of affection and assurances of love, when the abuse begins it may take you by surprise,

This is what trauma bond does to you. It has you hooked. You allow them to abuse you because even the slightest bit of attention feeds you the chemicals you crave. Oxytocin and dopamine.

It is an addiction, It is because they give you love. And take it away again. The constant back and to. That’s what they do. They mess with your head and heart.

Every friend: Oh yeah, Karan Arjun was great!

R for Rabba Ve

That one moment when time is suspended, heartbeats flutter, a wind passes and a soft tune plays. It’s a second in reality and a lifetime in their memories. It’s no wonder that the only word is “Oh God...” 

A - Z of IPKKND

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