[shailu4ever]

“You always make me feel,” she murmured, “like the world outside doesn’t exist.”


He smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

They sat like that for long, stretched minutes

Her fingers drawing circles lazily on his chest now

His hand resting at the small of her back.

And then, with a shift barely perceptible

Meghana moved again

Her head lifting from his shoulder

Her fingers gliding up his shirt, trailing along his collar.

She leaned forward, her saree rustling softly as she came closer, and kissed him again.

This kiss was different from the ones before.

It was fuller.

Hungrier.

Not rushed, but uninhibited now

Shaped by all the longing they’d bottled up over days apart.

Her hands slipped behind his neck

Drawing him in

He responded with equal fervor

His lips parting, exploring hers slowly, reverently.

The couch creaked faintly beneath their shifting bodies, but neither noticed.

Her hand moved to his chest

Fingers tracing the shape of his heartbeat.

He was warm, steady, yet trembling faintly where her touch lingered.





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