The First Step

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He watched her skin gleam under the moonlight like firefly as she lay half submerged in the water of Mandrem beach. The sand around her glittered like pieces of diamond. Her beauty added to that of the beach was maddening. The provided privacy gave her enough courage to walk around naked with a glory. She had a perfect figure that she had managed with utter devotion. He smiled, for he knew she was fond of placing temptations in his way and she always loved watching him giving away to them. She loved playing games with him where she knew he could not resist her and she pretends to be unaffected. He knew he had to make the move. He slowly walked towards her, resisting the urgent hunger building up inside him. As he came closer a fragrance, typical of her, filled his nostrils igniting his desires to the prime. His heart throbbed, ready to jump out of his chest anytime now, blood gushed in his veins, his breath coming short and fast. He extended his hand to touch the velvet of her skin.

His eyes opened wide, panting, he felt satin under his palm. He seemed bewildered, confused. he sat up with a start and looked around. It took him few minutes to realize he was in his room, on his bed and that was just a dream. He felt thirsty.

"Anu will you.." rest of the sentence died in his throat as he noticed the empty other side. He ran a loving hand over the pillow that used to be her and cursed the day they got divorced. Now that she was gone he was missing her like a mad man. He realized it was she who had made his life the kind he was proud of. But now it was too late.


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She tossed and turned in her bed. It was 2 in the morning and she was still wide awake. It had been six months and yet she was not yet used to sleeping without him. She misses the smell of his body and his touch. She got up, wrapped her robe around her and went to kitchen to make her some coffee. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep so she thought of finishing her work rather than making a vain try to sleep.

She called his name often, asking for a cup of coffee when she worked late, or expected him come banging in her room and dragging her to sleep. She had been so use to it in the years they have been married. Abhay was the man of her dreams. He was her prince charming in every way. And now, when he was not there to take care of her, she knew how incomplete she is without him.

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Ashu and Ananya were married for love. The initial year went like a dream. And then reality happened. They both were working. They both were ambitious. Before they even noticed their priorities changed from each other to their job. Too much pressure instigated them in to argument. Whose job was more important became a permanent reason for their fight. Their ego clashed. And the ones who once held each other hand with a promise to walk together, left each other to chase what the presumed was their dream. What they did not realize then was that they would feel so empty without each other, that it wasn't their individual dream that was important but the dream they saw together mattered the most.

Now both of them are waiting for the other to take the first step for making amends. They both have doubts whether the other want them or not. Its just the matter of taking one step forward but the question is who ?

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Assumptions doesn't solve the problem, talking and sorting does. It's your problem so you should take the first step. And it is important to know that one dream that tops your list in the queue of your millions.

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