Miliee rajput

I was never meant to be chained. Independence was what personified through my birth ... !

I am supposed to be completing my assignment right now. But , here I am; still thinking about that angelic face . Her mesmerizing eyes left me wanting for more. The condition is much more critical with me since I haven't dated in what feels like years. You see, the problem with me is I am a very, very private guy. And one thing I assure you is that I never play with emotions. And since I am busy sorting my life, I haven't been on the market for long enough. Dating a girl is not just going out with her and having fun. It's meant to be some serious shit, and serious shit is what I never mastered! Flings and one-nights are more of my thing. The problem is when you date, you germinate a bond. Bonds come with responsibilities, and those responsibilities just fuck with your brains. No offense, but I cannot take that risk just right now. Life's already been messier enough with my graduation and family issues. To top it all, I am not a guy, a girl can easily handle and I know ...

It's been thirteen years since I last visited my home. I had been out in west studying. I knew next to nothing as to what was going on in my family. Though I heard some rumors over time about stuff , but no real clue about anything. From the minute, I stepped into my house, I felt something so off , so negative , it was just unexplainable. I din't know what was exactly wrong with me till I saw HER. She was my prettiest dream. Her black curls fell loosely over her shoulders, her hazel eyes were covered beneath the veil of her flicks. She had beautiful freckles on her face. and her lips, ohh I cannot even think of words to praise them. Such luscious lips, red as silk, craving to be worshipped. I was too lost in her beauty to realise that my father had been hauling me for past 10 minutes. Ughhh !!! Father, so.. so perfect timing u have !!!

It all started the day i decided to meet him. He was waiting for me on his motorbike, wearing a black helmet; looking as sexy as I had imagined a million times before. I felt captured in his gaze. His voice left me star struck. He was the deadliest combination of sexy and innocent; my very own innocent devil. Over time I forgot the basic fact that no matter how innocent devil is, he will kill you eventually. Recently, I am realising that the game we started , is no longer JUST a game for me. It has become some serious shit. The more I talk to him, the more I want to continue talking to him. The more I make love to him, the more I want to keep loving him. The more I see him, the more I want to lock him in my gaze. He is becoming my addiction, a drug I crave each night. My bedsheet smells of him , I smell of him, my soul smells of him. He is the dom of my desires and I am the sub he never actually wanted. These filthy desires of mine have been clogging my life. Everywhere I look , it...

I agree the rule of helping is: u help, u forget, u go. But then, "what ifs?" ; do they let u live in peace? No they don't. See the thing is, u are human. The moment u help others, ur expectations germinate. Kbhi kbhi they are in tids and bits; but most of the times they grow upto the size of walls. These walls then cut u off from world. Why is it this way? Why don't your expectations let u live? You know the power these expectations hold ... is immense. They tie up your mind.. ur soul is now their slave... u cannot come out the deep shit u put urself into. U know what? U've got to hold on tight. After every storm there comes the sunny day. Doesn't it? Then why do u live upto that storm.. Why not hold tight and behold the sun? Behold the light? Behold urself? Why lose urself over people who don't deserve u? U are the best thing that has ever happened to this earth ? U know that? No. Bcoz u saw urself from the eyes of society, ain't it? See urself fo...