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It was late evening, and the hum of the ceiling fan mingled with the distant sounds of the city outside their apartment. Priya sat on the couch, her book untouched. Anant entered the room, noticing her pensive expression.

“Lost in thought again?” he asked with a warm smile, settling beside her.

Priya hesitated, then closed the book. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I’m afraid it’ll sound… strange.”

Anant tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. “You know you can tell me anything, Priya.”

She exhaled slowly. “I’ve always found something fascinating about… black men. Their confidence, strength, the way they carry themselves—it’s intriguing. But I don’t know what to make of these feelings.”

Anant’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, but his expression quickly softened. “Priya, attraction is a natural thing. It doesn’t diminish what we have.”

Her voice was shaky. “But doesn’t it bother you? That I think about someone else like that?”

He leaned forward, taking her hand. “It doesn’t. What matters is that you trust me enough to share it. And honestly… I think I understand.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “You do?”

Anant smiled gently. “There’s something captivating about embracing the unknown, about seeing you experience life in ways that fulfill you. If this is a part of who you are, I want to understand it too.”

Tears glistened in her eyes. “You mean that? You’d be okay with me exploring this part of myself?”

“As long as we’re honest, Priya. Love isn’t about locking each other in—it’s about growing together, even if that means discovering things we didn’t expect.”

Their conversation continued into the night, full of vulnerability and trust. What followed wasn’t just about exploring new desires but deepening the bond they shared.