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MidReal Story
The Lonely Wife And The Kind Stranger
Scenario:Malini 55had fight with Husbund at 8pm in night. Was sitting on road side bench which was totally away from veiw of traffic.Raja came and sit l didn’t know him.He started speaking with me with sweet language.But he started becoming attracted to me.He took my hand in his.With his touch of lovable hand I started crying keeping my head on his neck.Raja was counselling me.He said how any husband can fight with so beautiful lady who is mature enough to understand need of man of 55years age .Malini was smelling manly salted taste from Rajas body why you are changing basic structure of story
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Malini
She is a woman who has been married for 25 years. She is emotional, resilient, and introspective. Malini often finds herself sitting alone on a roadside bench after arguments with her husband. One night, she meets Raja, who is intrigued by her story. As she shares her struggles with him, an unexpected connection forms. Malini is captivated by Raja's gentle demeanor and the comfort he provides her during turbulent times.
Raja
He is a mysterious and gentle stranger who encounters Malini on a roadside bench. He is kind, understanding, and soothing. Raja listens intently to Malini's struggles and offers her solace through his gentle counsel and physical touch. His presence provides Malini with a sense of calm and security she desperately craves. Though his true identity remains unknown, his intentions are pure as he seeks to comfort and understand Malini during their latenight encounter.
I was sitting on road side bench.
It was 12:30am in night.
I had fight with my husband at 8pm in evening and now I was sitting on bench away from view of traffic.
Suddenly I felt some shadow was coming near to me.
I thought it might be some goonda or bad people.
So I kept my head down and closed my eyes so that he can’t see my face and will not try to molest me.
But when he came near and sat beside me, I felt some good smell of body spray coming from his body.
He was smelling too good.
He kept his hand on my shoulder and asked me in soft voice, "Are you ok?"
I kept quiet as I didn’t know him and didn’t want to talk to any stranger.
But he removed his hand from my shoulder and sat quietly for 5 minutes.
After that he again kept his hand on my shoulder and asked me again, "Are you ok? Don’t you feel scared sitting here alone at this time?"
I still didn’t said anything but thought that may be he is not a bad person so I can sit with him but not talk.
I remain still as his hand once again comes to rest on my shoulder, his palm warm against the thin fabric of my blouse.
The night air feels cooler now, and I shiver slightly at the contrast of temperatures.
He shifts closer to me on the narrow bench, his thigh brushing against mine.
His cologne mingles with the scent of his body, reminding me of the smell of my husband’s skin when he would hold me close after a shower.
When he squeezes my shoulder gently, I finally lift my head and meet his gaze.
His eyes are kind, crinkling at the corners as he studies my tear-stained face.
"Why are you out here alone at this hour?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.
I hesitate, then whisper, "I had to leave; it was too much to bear."
His eyes soften with understanding as he replies, "Sometimes leaving is the only way to find peace."
His hand remains on my shoulder, steady and warm.
The distant streetlights cast long shadows across the empty road as I wipe my tears with trembling fingers.
He shifts closer, and I catch another whiff of his cologne mixing with the night air.
My wedding ring feels heavy as I twist it around my finger, a nervous habit I’ve developed over twenty-five years of marriage.
He notices the gesture and covers my fidgeting hands with his free one.
The touch is gentle, almost hesitant.
His thumb traces small circles on my skin, and I find myself relaxing into the simple comfort of human contact.
In that moment, I realize I am not alone in my search for solace.
I lean into his warmth, and his fingers continue their gentle circles on my hand.
The night air grows colder, making the heat of his body more inviting.
His cologne mingles with a natural musk that is uniquely him, drawing me in.
When he shifts again, pulling me closer, I don’t resist.
My head finds a resting place on his shoulder, and tears slip down my cheeks onto his shirt.
"It’s okay," he whispers, his voice filled with understanding.
"I know it hurts."
His hand moves from my shoulder to stroke my hair, each touch melting away my defenses.
The intimacy of this moment with a stranger both terrifies and thrills me.
I close my eyes, letting the tears flow freely as I murmur, "I don't even know your name."
He pauses, his hand stilling for a moment before he replies softly, "It's Daniel."
A small, bittersweet smile tugs at my lips as I whisper back, "Thank you, Daniel, for being here."