You know that Shah Rukh Khan is portraying love on screen. But that’s not love—it’s just acting. It’s an illusion they create in our minds so that we believe this is love.
But real love is beyond these small, cheap things.
It’s something deeper. It’s like an orgasm.
It’s like the aroma of essential oil, the natural fragrance of a flower, the scent of sand when it drizzles.
It’s something beyond.
But it’s not that superficial version we see on our mobile screens or TVs—cheapened by how they show love.
They portray it as holding hands, hugging in public, saying “I love you” like it’s a script.
But that’s just acting.
Real love is when you feel someone even when they’re far away.
It’s when their presence overwhelms you and you can’t resist making love with them.
It’s when you can say, “I need space,” and the other person agrees—because they want you to bloom, not block your roots.
Love is fighting.
Love is sex.
Love is arguments.
Love is everything—but not what we watch in movies.
It’s not in fantasies, it’s not in tree carvings, and it’s not marriage.
Love is in the shine in someone’s eyes when they’re around you.
It doesn’t depend on looks.
It doesn’t depend on perfume.
It depends on the pull, the energy, the magnetic field between you.
It’s natural.
It’s raw.
It’s the taste of saliva.
The smell of sweat.
Your body hair, her body hair.
The viginal juice.
The sperms you throw on her when she is down on her knees.
The semen.
The touch.
The kiss.
The blowjob.
The licking.
The holding of hands.
The closeness.
The distance.
It’s everything.
