"How can you just not feel the strong attraction between us, bro? The sparks, the racing heartbeats, the butterflies, everything! When I can feel it why can't you? Huh?" She whispered, clutching his collar. Their bodies met. Chest to chest. Feet to feet. An inch gap between their lips. "Step away, Nirvana. I'm not the guy you deserve. I'm just a lost soul who doesn't have an anchor. Just go away." He sighed slowly, tears welling up in his eyes. She loosened her grip on his collar and moved her right hand to his jet black hair. "Then let me be your anchor, Rehaan." She whispered against his lips while her left hand cupped his cheek. "Nirv-" He was sweetly cut off by her as she placed her smooth lips on his rough lips. "Make love to me, Rehaan." She whispered against his lips and he obliged without caring about his past, present and future. - This is a story of two lost individuals and how they'll heal together, withstanding different stereotypes of the society. It is a story of how they'll celebrate the strong attraction and crave for each other. - Started : 25|09|2017
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