I see him and his ruffled hair, his shirt is unbuttoned, I look at him salaciously right from his melancholic eyes, to his lips and down to his neck around his collar, unbuttoned shirt, and right down the third button where I can’t see any skin. He is immersed in the taste of my wine looking at the picture hung on the wall.

YES! This was my First time, I was really very nervous, I turned almost red when I saw him and we began our conversation, He was all Clean, Polite, Genuine and good smelling.

I see you, and you are removing your shirt. Button by button. Slowly opening it while I stand there watching…

चाहत बस इतनी-सी है कि कभी **मेरी गलतियों से परे जाकर मेरे प्रेम को देखे**—उस समर्पण को समझे, उस क्षमा को महसूस करे, और उस निःस्वार्थ प्रेम को पहचाने जो आज भी **मेरे भीतर जीवित है।**

कुछ तो कमी है,कुछ तो नमी है इन आँखों में। तेरे चेहरे की वो हँसीक्यों हँसी जैसी नहीं लगती?यारों के…

तुम्हारी याद पता नहींकैसे याद किसी कीइतनी ख़ामोशी सेइंसान के अंदर घर कर लेती है। कभी धूप के नीचेपेड़ों की…

ज़िद्दी था वो। मानता ही नहीं था। Thar लेकर मेरे ऑफिस के बाहर तब तक इंतज़ार करता रहा, जब तक…

Perhaps Love Bows Before It Holds You I had the strangest vision once. It came to me unexpectedly, while I…

सही और ग़लत के पार हम दोनों सो गए थे। Trip का second-last दिन ख़त्म हो चुका था। बस एक…

Okay, so upon request, Part 2 of the last somwaar. Enjoy. I originally had no part 2 but this is an extension. Erotica for the rainy feels today.

The sound of the rain seems louder now, filling the silence inside the car.

I smile a little, but he is still looking at me.

Not casually anymore.

My fingers tighten slightly around the strap of my bag.

Then his gaze drops for the briefest second before returning to my eyes.

And his hand reaches mine.

Everything suddenly becomes quiet.

I look at him.

At his wet hair.

His damp shirt.

His eyes.