The morning sun, filtering through the curtains, paints delicate patterns on Pragya's sleeping face. Her innocent beauty is breathtaking. I gently trace the curve of her cheek with my fingertip, savoring the warmth of her skin. A shy smile graces her lips as she stirs awake, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.
"Good morning," I whisper, my voice husky with sleep and the remnants of our passion.
"Good morning," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper, a blush staining her cheeks. "Did I... did we..." she trails off, her shyness endearing.
"We did," I confirm with a gentle smile, my thumb caressing her cheekbone. "And it was beautiful."
Her eyes widen slightly, a mix of wonder and apprehension clouding her gaze. "It was," she agrees softly. "But... it's still hard to believe... that we..."
"That we love each other?" I finish her sentence, my heart aching with the bittersweet reality of our situation.
"Yes," she whispers, her eyes welling up with tears.
I pull her close, wrapping her in my arms, offering comfort and reassurance. "Don't cry, my love," I murmur, kissing her forehead. "We have this moment, this memory. And we'll have more, I promise."
She nods, burying her face in my chest. "I'm scared," she admits, her voice muffled. "Of what the future holds, of being apart..."
"I know," I say, my voice thick with emotion. "But we'll face it together. Our love is strong enough to weather any storm."
She lifts her head, her gaze meeting mine once more. "It is, isn't it?" she asks, a flicker of hope returning to her eyes.
"It is," I affirm, sealing our connection with a tender kiss.
For now, we bask in the warmth of our shared intimacy, the echoes of our passion still lingering in the air. We know this stolen moment is fleeting, but the love we share is eternal. It will carry us through the trials ahead, a beacon of hope in a world that seeks to tear us apart.

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As our bodies intertwined, a symphony of whispered words and gasps of pleasure filled the air, painting a vivid tapestry of our desire. My hands traced the delicate curves of her body, eliciting soft moans from her lips. "You're so beautiful, Pragya," I murmured, my voice thick with adoration. A shy smile played on her lips. "You make me feel beautiful," she whispered back, her voice laced with a hint of wonder.
Emboldened, I teased, "And how do you make me feel, my love?"
A blush crept up her neck as she averted her gaze. "You... you know," she stammered, her fingers nervously tracing patterns on my chest.
"Tell me," I urged, my voice a low growl.
"You make me feel... things I've never felt before," she confessed, her eyes finally meeting mine, filled with a raw vulnerability that was both intoxicating and heart-wrenching.
"What kind of things?" I pressed, my lips brushing against her ear.
She shivered, her breath hitching. "Things that make me... want you," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
A surge of desire coursed through me. "And I want you too, Pragya," I growled, my hands roaming her body with renewed fervor. "More than you can imagine."
Her inhibitions melted away as our passion intensified. She met my every touch with an eagerness that belied her innocent nature. "Please," she pleaded, her voice thick with need. "I want you... inside me."
The raw honesty of her plea sent a thrill through me. "As you wish, my love," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

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Pragya, at 21, was a tantalizing blend of innocence and burgeoning sensuality. Her lithe body, honed by years of athletic pursuits, moved with a grace that belied the fiery passion simmering beneath her youthful exterior. Her dreamy eyes, framed by blunt-cut hair, held a depth that hinted at a world of unexplored desires, while her reddish lips, perpetually moist and slightly parted, promised untold pleasures.

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