Guess who was seated in front of me. A female, married but young and gorgeous. Shivers of lust trickled down my spine. I devoured closely, swiftly. Seductive smile and looks she gave. Smiled back at the opportunity, we began to converse. 'Starving' to my eyes, with the looks of the fledged HOT INDIAN LADY.
On her forehead, marked by a red spot, the Bindi - one that redefines her, the third eye rendering respect. To a brave soul she'd have had the Rakhi tied. I hoped I'd be that worthy soul. Beautiful beyond flesh, lust and perceptions. Willing to sacrifice anything but values. She's had her lust preserved and love surrendered for a man worthy or not but as fortunate as fortune itself. The man who's made his mark upon her with saffron dust, ring and bloodline for which she'd die for.
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