Deepwood Weald main kya karoon ram

from out of the weald, a pale sylph, cloaked in that cloying heat-smell.

as if she were magnetic, aditya was drawn to her, almost tripping over himself in the haste to get closer. he passed through the shadows into a patch of light, his golden eyes raking over her curves.

hello, he obeyed her command, smiling.

whatever this was made him feel young again; he stood taller, stronger, the picture of what he once was. or so it felt, to him.

what brings you into these woods, all alone? he asked. she wasn't young, though; she was only several seasons his junior, but still his junior—everyone was.