"Two Souls, One Reflection"
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A moonlit face, those deadly eyes, and silky hair...
Seeing your pink lips, how can we not be seduced?
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As they walked together, talking softly, Richer suddenly reached out and held Ramish's hand.
Ramish glanced at him and smiled.
In a gentle voice, Richer said,
"Choose whatever you like, Ramish. I'll keep my promise."
Ramish smiled faintly.
"Alright… but the thing I like is priceless."
A look of curiosity appeared on Richer's face.
"How priceless? Show me then. What is it that I can't buy for you?"
Ramish smiled.
"Come with me. I'll show you."
They both entered a clothing store.
Richer laughed softly, "So, this is where you want something from?"
Ramish nodded. "Yes, from here."
Richer looked around with a playful smile.
"There's nothing here that's priceless, Ramish. Take whatever you want — shirts, trousers, anything."
Ramish shook his head gently.
"I don't want any of these. What I want is near the dressing room."
Intrigued, Richer said,
"Alright, show me. What's so special about it?"
Ramish took Richer's hand and led him toward the dressing room. Inside, he stopped in front of the mirror.
Richer smiled, a little confused.
"This is just a dressing room, Ramish. There's nothing here. Are you teasing me?"
Ramish replied softly,
"No, Richer. I'm not joking. What I want… is right here, in front of me."
Richer frowned slightly, puzzled.
"Where? I can't see anything. What is it that you want?"
Ramish whispered,
"Don't worry. I'll tell you. But first, close your eyes — and don't open them until I say so."
Richer chuckled.
"Ramish, what kind of trick is this?"
"Please," Ramish said tenderly. "For me. Just close your eyes."
Richer smiled and obeyed. "Okay."
He closed his eyes.
Ramish gently placed his hands on Richer's shoulders, turned him toward the mirror, and slowly wrapped his arms around him from behind.
Richer was startled.
"Ramish! What are you doing? I don't understand."
Resting his chin on Richer's shoulder, Ramish brought his face close to his.
"Now… open your eyes," he whispered.
Richer opened his eyes slowly.
In the mirror, he saw his own reflection — and Ramish holding him close behind.
He smiled faintly.
"Ramish, what is this? I still don't see anything you were talking about."
Ramish pointed toward the mirror and said softly,
"This is what I want, Richer… the person I'm holding right now.
He's more precious to me than all the treasures in the world.
He's the one who has stolen my heart… Who Restless my heart…
He,s has the one who made a home in my heart.
If you really want to give me something, then give me this person — give me you."
Richer's lips trembled, his eyes softened.
Then he slowly turned around, wrapped his arms around Ramish, and whispered,
"Ramish… thank you for loving me so much.
But I'm not sure I can return love as deeply as you give it."
Ramish smiled gently.
I'm not making any trades, Richer.
Which I should receive love in return for love, love does not need reciprocation.
Love isn't something to be measured or exchanged.
I don't need anything from you… except your presence."
He leaned forward and softly kissed Richer's cheek.
Richer blushed, stepping back until he touched the mirror.
Ramish placed his left hand against the mirror,
lifted Richer's chin gently with his right hand,
and then… their lips met in a quiet, tender kiss that.
While kissing each other, sometimes Ramesh's lips would get lost in Richar's lips, and sometimes Richar's lips would get lost in Ramesh's lips.
Both of them close their eyes and lost in the excitement of this kiss.
Ramesh slowly opened his eyes and lovingly separated his lips from Richar's and, looking at Richar with deep but loving eyes, kissed him on the forehead.
Ramesh was smiling while looking at Richer. Their hearts were beating fast and their gazes were lost in each other. Suddenly, Richer quickly grabbed Ramesh's shoulders and pushed him against the mirror.
Then he pressed his lips against Ramish's —
both of them lost themselves in that kiss,
as if time itself had stopped,
and the mirror had become a silent witness to their love.
Richer slowly pulled his lips away from Ramish's and began to trail hard kisses down his neck, his hand gently brushing across Ramish's chest.
Ramish, smiling tenderly, placed his hand on Richer's hand and stopped him.
Richer lowered his eyes shyly. The air around them was thick with a strange warmth — as if time itself had forgotten how to breathe.
Then Ramish lifted Richer's face softly and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
Ramish, with a deep smile, looked at Richer and said:"Richer… your face has turned red with shyness… and you're looking more beautiful than ever.It seems as if the color of my love has cast a new glow upon your face.Your smile is like stars glittering in the sky…Your rosy cheeks, like freshly bloomed flowers…And this fragrance coming from you… it overturns the world of my heart.When I look at you, it feels as if my senses, my breath, everything has surrendered to you.What kind of spell is your love weaving on me, Richer?The more I try to understand it… the deeper I find myself lost in your enchantment."
Their eyes met again in the mirror — tangled, smiling, and full of something pure. That quiet smile which only true feelings can bring.
A few moments later, reality crept back in, reminding them where they were. Ramish chuckled and said,
"Richer… do you remember where we are? This is still the store's dressing room."
A mischievous sparkle lit up Richer's eyes, and he burst into laughter.
Their laughter echoed beyond the door, spilling into the quiet store.
When they finally stepped out of the dressing room, a few people looked at them — some smiling knowingly, others with puzzled faces.
A salesman approached politely and asked,
"Sir, what would you like to see?"
Richer quickly replied,
"Please show me some T-shirts and trousers."
The salesman led them to a nearby rack. Richer chose two T-shirts and two pairs of pants of the same design, paid for them quickly, and stepped out of the store with a cheerful grin.
As soon as they were outside, both of them broke into laughter again.
Richer said between laughs,
"Ramish, did you see how people were looking at us?"
Ramish smiled and replied softly,
"Yes, I did… but I don't care about people. I only care about you — tell me, did you feel good or embarrassed?"
Richer's voice softened.
"Come on, let's see the rest of the things now. Time's running out — we'll head back to the room soon."
Ramish nodded in agreement.
Still laughing and talking, the two of them walked together toward the grocery section.