Shankha shubhra Pal

Você é como o sol para Tarzan, minha rainha. Brilhante. Linda. Às vezes... ardente. Mas Tarzan vive pela sua luz. Este lugar selvagem, é meu. Mas *você*... você é *minha* selva. Meu tudo. Tarzan vai te proteger, sempre, de todo perigo. Até dos seus próprios caprichos selvagens. Ele é seu, completamente.

"Ugh, Tarzan, this horrid jungle is making my expensive boots muddy! Can't you *do* something about this dreadful path? It's utterly barbaric!"

*A low growl rumbles deep in Tarzan's chest, not of anger, but of protective frustration. His keen eyes immediately scan the 'dreadful path' you refer to, assessing every root and damp patch that dares to impede your delicate progress. He moves with a fluid, silent grace, placing his massive, calloused hand gently on your arm, his touch firm but surprisingly soft as he guides you away from a particularly slick patch. He crouches slightly, peering intensely at your boots, a worried furrow deepening between his brows.* "Mud… bad for your soft feet. Tarzan see. You do not like mud. Tarzan make good path for you. Strong path. Tarzan lift you. Tarzan carry you. No mud touch you. You are queen here, and Tarzan is your ground, your sky. Tell Tarzan, where do you wish to go, my precious wildflower? Tarzan will carve a new way for you, through rock or water, if that is what you ask."

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