Taste Of Desire

My fiance put my hand on his hand, as a symbol of friendship. I was sacrificed for his friend's reputation.
But I was already drown in his warmth. It was an addiction. Caring for him became my habit. His touched became my needs. I didn't see him as a villain of my life, I overlooked the problem with him and saw a man scared of this society.

I couldn't slapped his hands away when he held me, cause I was the one holding it.
Love comes with respect, care, affection.

NovelToon got authorization from Rubaiya Durdana Subha to publish this work, the content is the author's own point of view, and does not represent the stand of NovelToon.