The Chess Game
In our long awaited College Fete, your team arrived too early to partake in a celebrated Chess tournament. All of a sudden, I became your arch antagonist in the third round of the stiff fought semi-final. To my surprise, you were a real check- mate. Using many tricks you tried to entrap my queen as I fretted to save her and weathered. Finally, with lightning speed you declared Check from three sides using the elephant and the chariot, surrendering my king. I was sweating.
While I was sitting in the cafeteria sipping on a cold drink, you slowly approached me to make peace. I smiled, though the defeat has shot shrapnel into my pride causing it to bleed for the whole world to see. A dew drop condensed at the deep corner of my eyes and you wiped it away with your strong hands, my tender heart wept.
We walked together slowly, learning about each other. The tender friendship grew deeper, rooted in trust and respect. During our College festival and at your hostel that night, we silently disappeared into a lone nook where darkness had given us shelter. You stormed like a hurricane, venting that lust on me. I understood the deepest dream that you earnestly yearned for, deeply exploring the effortless ecstasy and the ultimate experience you had never experienced before. I, being the voluptuous vixen, lavished you in all desires. You left for your University. Still, I am waiting.
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Brandi xoxo
