06-07-2025, 02:33 AM
“I wanted this,” she whispered breathlessly between kisses. “For so long…”
He touched her cheek, smoothing back a lock of hair. “You’re… breathtaking.”
She smiled, not from flattery, but from a place of quiet certainty.
Her fingers tugged at his shirt lightly, then slid beneath,
Her palm resting flat against his skin.
The feeling was electric, but her gaze stayed locked on his.
“Abhi,” she whispered. “No holding back… remember?”
He kissed her again, slower now, then drew back just enough to rest his forehead against hers.
“I remember.”
And there, on the couch, under the soft glow of the lamp and the weight of every unspoken desire between them
They let the moment stretch into something deeper. Not just touch. Not just heat.
But connection.
Real, raw, and entirely theirs.
The kiss broke again, not from hesitation, but from breathlessness.
Their foreheads rested together, eyes closed. The room was still, but their hearts weren’t.
Meghana’s voice came soft, threaded with heat and truth. “I don’t want to stop tonight.”
Abhi’s thumb gently stroked her jaw. “Then we don’t have to.”
The air between them thickened, charged not with haste
But with an aching desire to experience one another with no barriers left.
Meghana stood, slowly pulling him up with her.
Their hands stayed locked.
No words.
Just a silent current guiding them.
Her saree whispered across the floor as she led him past the living room
Past the soft gleam of the dining table still littered with candle stubs and memories.
Into her bedroom, already prepared, waiting.
The bed-sheets were smooth, the curtains drawn,
The quiet of night settling like a hush in the corners of the space.
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He touched her cheek, smoothing back a lock of hair. “You’re… breathtaking.”
She smiled, not from flattery, but from a place of quiet certainty.
Her fingers tugged at his shirt lightly, then slid beneath,
Her palm resting flat against his skin.
The feeling was electric, but her gaze stayed locked on his.
“Abhi,” she whispered. “No holding back… remember?”
He kissed her again, slower now, then drew back just enough to rest his forehead against hers.
“I remember.”
And there, on the couch, under the soft glow of the lamp and the weight of every unspoken desire between them
They let the moment stretch into something deeper. Not just touch. Not just heat.
But connection.
Real, raw, and entirely theirs.
The kiss broke again, not from hesitation, but from breathlessness.
Their foreheads rested together, eyes closed. The room was still, but their hearts weren’t.
Meghana’s voice came soft, threaded with heat and truth. “I don’t want to stop tonight.”
Abhi’s thumb gently stroked her jaw. “Then we don’t have to.”
The air between them thickened, charged not with haste
But with an aching desire to experience one another with no barriers left.
Meghana stood, slowly pulling him up with her.
Their hands stayed locked.
No words.
Just a silent current guiding them.
Her saree whispered across the floor as she led him past the living room
Past the soft gleam of the dining table still littered with candle stubs and memories.
Into her bedroom, already prepared, waiting.
The bed-sheets were smooth, the curtains drawn,
The quiet of night settling like a hush in the corners of the space.
-- oOo --
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