Under the Banyan Tree
I was sitting on his lap, the intoxicating scent of his cologne and his natural masculine fragrance filling my senses, igniting something deep within me. It was overwhelming, yet comforting. To confirm if this surreal moment was real, I raised my hand and pinched his bicep.
He flinched slightly. "Ouch, Kannama! What was that for?" he asked, a playful smile on his face.
I giggled. “Just checking if this is real.”
“It’s real, Kannama,” he said, pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, feeling his warmth.
Leaning his chin on my head, he whispered into my ear, his voice low and husky, “Why the hell do you look this beautiful today?”
A shiver ran down my spine. Goosebumps spread across my skin at the intensity of his words.
I smiled, my head res
