I didn’t expect to meet someone like Brian at a baby shower, of all places. But there he was — tall, unbothered, in faded jeans and a crisp white shirt, sipping his soda like he had all the time in the world. We both reached for the same plate of samosas, laughed, and that was […]
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I turned 33 on a Tuesday morning. There was no romantic breakfast, no birthday text from someone who knew the color of my soul. Just me, a lukewarm cup of tea, and a quiet acceptance that once again—I was alone. Still. At this point, I’ve stopped counting how many times people have asked, “How are
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The tea turned into long conversations, then into something more. We became… entangled. It wasn’t love, not even close, but there was a spark—enough to keep us coming back to each other. It felt forbidden, thrilling even, but it also felt wrong. Joseph didn’t make grand gestures or whisper sweet nothings. He wasn’t romantic or attentive. He was just there, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I let him stay.
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They talked briefly as Simon drove her home, his charisma and confidence sparking her curiosity. Before she stepped out of the car, he asked for her number. Feeling flattered, she gave it to him. That evening, Simon texted her. His messages were suggestive, peppered with romantic undertones that made Lydia’s heart race.
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The front door was slightly open, so Anita peeked inside. She was about to call out, “Babe!” when she heard laughter from the living room. Peering around the corner, her jaw hit the floor.
There was Charles, lounging on the couch in a vest and shorts, feeding grapes to a woman who looked like she had walked straight out of a KTN soap opera. Sitting nearby were two kids—one drawing on the wall with crayons and the other playing with a remote-controlled car.
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Two weeks had passed since Charles and Anita’s first magical date, and during that time, the air between them had been filled with an intoxicating mix of anticipation and silence. Charles hadn’t called once, leaving Anita to wonder if he’d grown bored of her or if he was, perhaps, just a man who lived in the moment. But when his message finally came—a simple, “Can we meet?”—she was thrilled. It was a Saturday, and he wanted to take her away for the weekend.
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“Careful, Mr. Mysterious,” Anita teased, though her heart skipped a beat. “You’re treading dangerous waters.”
“Danger’s my middle name,” he shot back with a grin, his eyes locked on hers.
The drive back to Anita’s hostel was filled with flirtatious banter, but it wasn’t until they pulled into a quiet corner near her campus that things escalated. Charles leaned over, his cologne filling the space between them.
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Anita caught his eye immediately. Her infectious laugh and confident dance moves made her stand out. Charles, ever the charmer, slid over with his most disarming smile.
“Care for a drink?” he asked, his voice smooth as the whiskey in his glass.
Anita raised an eyebrow. “As long as you’re not one of those old men trying to buy me with cocktails.”
Charles laughed. “Old? I prefer experienced.”
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