The Tension of Forbidden Desires

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The tension of forbidden desires

There is the incident of Nadia Ayana. Like every day. We have our own reflection in our hair, lipstick on our lips. The person in the mirror focuses on the thoughts in his mind.

— Nadia, you are beautiful. But who is this beauty for?

Ask yourself.

Sagar has been married for five years. Husband Hasan is from Malaysia. In the beginning, there was communication. Phone calls, video calls, messages — the web was a thrill of distance time.

But time is cruel. Advice came. Now we talk weekly —

"How are you?"

"I am fine. You?"

"I am fine."

Then silence.

In this society, childless women are very helpless.

Chapa Chapa, saree comfort — All groups understand society, only one thing, the label of the swimming groom:

"You have not been able to become a mother yet. You are incomplete."

No one wants to know what you remember after seeing it. I am happy to know.

First, he controlled himself. Books. Then the internet.

From YouTube to Siri, movies, the dark world — pornography.

The first day was like me.

But that experience of loneliness at night has been erased.

Trying to calm himself down. Not because of an excited mind.

The bends in his legs are nerves, he is afraid —

" Am I alone for this body?"

No one understands, no matter how hard he tries.

Lying alone in bed, a long peace accumulates in the middle of his chest.

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A message from an unknown person on Facebook —

"Assalamu Alaikum. Can I get to know you?"

Name — Tanvir.

His son is the same age as him. Smiling face, soft tenderness.

He wanted to ignore the path, but couldn't.

He replied in a very short manner. Their story began.

Tanvir became very much one with him

Tanvir never forced him. He kept his distance for a long time.

Says —

" Can a girl like you make up her mind alone?"

Nadia replies softly —

"Sometimes."

They talk every night. Night after night messaging.

In the darkness of the bed, in the light of the silent mobile phone in the house, their conversation can deepen.

Remembering Tanvir's words, the unwritten words of his mind.

Tell me the date, Tanvir's picture.

Nadia smiled and said —

"Your face is very simple."

Tanvir did it well -

"Will you also give me a picture?"

Nadia was in trouble.

Finally, she gave me a picture of herself. She looked like a hunk of hair, dressed like a cloud.

Tanvir was impressed —

Your "security anxiety will kill me on the date."

As we moved forward

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It was raining heavily.

Rumana Bandhvi had a party. Rumana jokingly said —

— Bring your husband.

Rumanato knows about Tanvir.

Nadia smiled softly.

Today she brought Tanvir.

Tanvir also gave it differently —

"I am Hasan."

Tanvir accepted himself very normally in the conversation.

But Nadia's words were still making my heart pound.

Tea, sky stories, sky stories, not even a watch — Tanvir was losing a strange illusion towards her Diya's goal. Everything I saw in my eyes fell.

The party's way back north, Tanvir said —

"I don't feel like going back today."

Nadia quietly got into the car.

They came to a small guest house in a part of the city.

The soft light of the room, the rain-soaked lines on the window glass.

Tanvir's advice came forward.

— "If you want..."

Nadia's advice -

"I have waited for a long time."

Tanvir's lips touched hers.

First touch. First first.

Tanvir's woman ran her hand through her hair.

Then her neck, thigh security.

Nadia's song woke up her nerves. She stopped watching.

Tanvir's words -

"Do you know how beautiful you are?"

Nadia spoke softly -

"No one has ever bothered me."

He climbed into bed with the mountain in his arms.

Applied, and inside they became one with the heat next to each other.

The permanent desire hidden in the love of their bodies was released that night.

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After an hour, they slept more.

Nadia is legal. Then the rain stopped.

Tanvir held her hand and spoke -

— What will happen to us Nadia?

Nadia spoke softly —

— Nothing will happen. This moment is mine.

I will keep this moment as mine. No one can take it away.

The X dried and left a rain stain on the window glass.

Just like the same position on them is a permanent mark in the mind — it will remain forever.