A Junior Professional Lover (Lawyer)

In a voice steeped in love and overwhelmed with fear—a balancing act that makes you sound like a frog with a sore throat—you finally say “Hi babbu”, cupping the phone to your ear and lips, whatever, and making small sounds that could have been dry kisses; she just called since she was missing you so much, especially since its been two hours since you last met at the CCD just after Court when you had told everyone that you were going to visit your sick aunt at the hospital, and she was wondering whether you could meet her for a while at the Mall because there was this new dress that she had seen and she just had to check it out with you, so that you could tell her whether it suited her or not. By Protik Da

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