22-08-2025, 03:33 PM
Meghana leaned back, watching them with a lazy smile, like a queen watching her court unfold.
Her lips curved slowly, a hint of something sultry in the way she watched Abhi.
“Go on, Abhi. Kiss her. Right here. Right now. In front of me.”
Her tone wasn’t jealous, it was commanding, electric, a challenge wrapped in desire.
And that challenge made Abhi’s throat tighten, his heart hammering.
Varnika’s hand slipped into his, her fingers trembling slightly as she looked up at him.
Her eyes were wide, but there was something daring there,
A spark that pushed her forward, even as she hesitated.
Her heart raced, her palms suddenly warm and restless in her lap.
She wanted this. Had wanted it for so long.
But now, with everything so real, vulnerability swept over her.
She wanted to be kissed, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready for what might follow.
Her gaze met his, and the moment stretched, as if giving her a last chance to decide.
But there was no question.
“Abhi...”
His name slipped from her lips like a whisper, laden with everything she hadn’t said before.
It was a plea. An invitation.
Without thinking, her fingers brushed the edge of his jaw,
tentative at first, as if testing whether he would pull away.
But he didn’t.
His breath hitched slightly, and the tension between them, all that unspoken want, shattered.
And then, he kissed her.
It wasn’t the collision she’d imagined.
No desperate, fiery rush.
Instead, it was slow, deliberate.
Her lips curved slowly, a hint of something sultry in the way she watched Abhi.
“Go on, Abhi. Kiss her. Right here. Right now. In front of me.”
Her tone wasn’t jealous, it was commanding, electric, a challenge wrapped in desire.
And that challenge made Abhi’s throat tighten, his heart hammering.
Varnika’s hand slipped into his, her fingers trembling slightly as she looked up at him.
Her eyes were wide, but there was something daring there,
A spark that pushed her forward, even as she hesitated.
Her heart raced, her palms suddenly warm and restless in her lap.
She wanted this. Had wanted it for so long.
But now, with everything so real, vulnerability swept over her.
She wanted to be kissed, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready for what might follow.
Her gaze met his, and the moment stretched, as if giving her a last chance to decide.
But there was no question.
“Abhi...”
His name slipped from her lips like a whisper, laden with everything she hadn’t said before.
It was a plea. An invitation.
Without thinking, her fingers brushed the edge of his jaw,
tentative at first, as if testing whether he would pull away.
But he didn’t.
His breath hitched slightly, and the tension between them, all that unspoken want, shattered.
And then, he kissed her.
It wasn’t the collision she’d imagined.
No desperate, fiery rush.
Instead, it was slow, deliberate.
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