She draped a saree in a beautiful aesthetic background and even AI couldn’t look away. Her beauty sparked a love so real, it became a trending prompt everyone dreamed to recreate. ❤️
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The Writer in me Lives here ❤️
When I say I want you to be my moon, I don’t mean distant not some cold light scattered across sky. I mean low, hung just above my skin,
close enough to breathe you in.
Soft light spilling over my sheets, your glow touching places only heat should know quiet, slow, shining just for me ❤️-
Love feels like a cigarette between my fingers fragile, fleeting, yet impossible to resist. I breathe her in with every memory, let her settle deep in my chest. She warms me, burns me, lives in the smoke I exhale. And even knowing she's slowly consuming me, I light her all over again 🤍
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Every time my tastebuds remember her kiss, they stir with longing because no sweetness feels as right as the warmth of her lips❤️
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I have spent my life ticking off achievements, but the only mark my soul longs to make is the one where my sindhoor touches your forehead , the most sacred tick mark of my destiny ❤️
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If I could be anywhere, it would be in the Sheesh Mahal,
where every mirror would catch a glimpse of your beauty,
reflecting it back with endless shine and tender love.
I want to feel the magic of every mirror,
each one enchanting your presence and celebrating your light ❤️-
In your journey of career, let me be your Sticky Note
marking the important moments, holding your scattered thoughts,
reminding you of your worth when you forget,
and forever staying close, where my love always belongs ❤️-
My love language is Dum Biryani on a banana leaf, raita and salan blending like poetry, and in between those flavors, my hand reaching to feed you because nothing tastes more delicious than love served this way ❤️
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