u/Ouchhhh_

If any female around the University of Lahore , from hostel or nearby is up for a drive and a drive through coffee, hit me up.

She stood before me in a soft black saree, the delicate fabric wrapped elegantly around her warm brown skin, glowing beneath the dim golden light. The scent of jasmine lingered in her hair as I stepped closer, unable to resist the quiet magnetism in her eyes. My fingers would slowly trace the embroidered edge of her saree resting against her waist, feeling the gentle warmth of her skin beneath the silk. The tiny jeweled chain around her waist shimmered beautifully, and I’d lean down to press soft kisses along the curve near it, savoring every second of her closeness.

With slow care, I’d loosen the pallu from her shoulder, letting the fabric slide gracefully through my hands while admiring the elegance of her collarbone and the soft curves hidden beneath. Her bangles would softly chime as she touched my chest, and I’d kiss her neck gently, breathing in her perfume while holding her close. Every touch would feel unhurried and intimate, more about admiration and longing than anything else, as the saree slowly unraveled and the moment between us grew warmer, softer, and impossible to forget.