I don’t know what I’m doing. With my body, with my life.

The pull for Mu seems to only grow stronger. As the blush of my skin grows deeper with his gaze. And my eyes search him from the first scent of his smell.

“aapki aankhon se
ajab si kashish hai

jo kheenche humme
aapki khushboo ki or

khaamosh si aahat hai
dil bechain hai

ab anjaan hain sab
humari kashmakash se”

It’s wrong. The sooner I accept it the better. And he’s a gambler. Playing. With minds, with bodies. With professions.
I have a lot at stake here.

I see Ni l can be quite charming. And he seems to be at his best.

I’m confused. And I feel more slutty than I’ve ever felt before.

All I hope is it doesn’t end in self hatred.