𝐔𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

41: Tracing Every Line

With a teasing slowness, his hands found their way to my face, as if exploring every moment of our intimate connection. His fingertips delicately touched the contours of my chin, his touch sending a trail of electric sensations across my skin.

Not a word needed to be spoken between us.

I gazed deeply into his eyes, my heart pounding with anticipation, as his hands continued their exploration.

Moving from chin, his fingers glided to my cheeks, caressing them with a gentleness that spoke volumes. His touch was soft.

In a breathtaking moment, he closed his eyes, immersing himself in a moment. I watched. Captivated.

"You are beautiful."

My heart skipped a beat, a rush of warmth flooding my entire being. A shiver down my spine, a tangible testament to the power of his words. It was as if his touch had unlocked a hidden world of self-acceptance.

Slowly, his finger glided through the silky strands of my long hair, each touch igniting emotions within me. His breath hitched, a tangible sign of the desire.

"You have no idea," he began, his voice a husky whisper "How many times I've imagined touching your hair. They feel even softer than my wildest dreams, beyond anything I could have ever imagined." A faint smile graced his lips, as if reminiscing about a memory.

His gaze locked with mine, as he continued, "The first time I touched them at the bar, it was breathtaking. And the next day, when I saw you in my bed, your hair cascading around you, you were so pure. I was frustrated because I couldn't find the words to express just how enchanting you were."

As he spoke, his fingers extended, almost instinctively, as if yearning to feel the silken strands once again. His touch was hesitant yet purposeful.

A heavy breath escaped his lips, betraying the depth of his desire.

"It haunted me, you know," he continued, his voice thick with emotion. "The memory of your hair, like strands of silk that begged to be touched.

His admission hung in the air, a fragile thread connecting us in that intimate moment. It was as if he had bared his soul.

"I long to explore every side of your being, to embrace both your light and your shadows, I want us to explore each other, Meera," he whispered, his words carrying a mix of passion and vulnerability. "Please be my girlfriend, Meera!"

His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I knew deep down that this was an opportunity to confront my fears and find solace in his presence. With a flutter in my heart, I replied,

"Yes,"

and tears welled up in my eyes, an overflow of emotions I could no longer hold. I embraced him tightly, burying my face in his chest as the tears streamed down my cheeks. The weight of my insecurities lifted, replaced by a sense of acceptance and belonging.

In that tender embrace, time seemed to stand still. His arms encircled me tight.

In the aftermath of our heartfelt exchange, he broke the silence, his voice laced with tenderness...

He leaned in and gently kissed me on my forehead. His lips brushed against my skin.

"We will take it slow, Meera. I don't want to rush," he said.

His statement echoed my own desires, as if he had peered into the depths of my heart and understood the need for patience and gentle exploration. It was as though he knew exactly what I wanted to say, without me uttering a single word.

I nodded in response, my gesture an acknowledgment of his understanding...

"Well, I have to leave now," His expression transformed, a mix of surprise and disappointment flickering across his face.

"What?" he replied, his voice resonating with a deep, commanding tone. "You can't," he continued "We have so much to talk about. I have so much to say."

His words held a magnetic pull, tempting me to stay.

Yet, practicality tugged at my conscience, reminding me of the constraints of time and responsibilities.

"Hmm, well, I understand," I replied, my voice softening into a low murmur. I couldn't help but notice how his words still had a profound effect on me, stirring emotions I had long kept hidden.

The realization struck me that I had never truly contemplated the implications of this new connection. It was unfamiliar territory, and though I had grown normal to his penetrating gaze and the weight of his silence, this new dynamic remained enigmatic.

"But my apartment's walls are waiting for me," I added, trying to ease the tension.

"They're used to me, you know."

I said it with a lighthearted tone, hoping to reduce the gravity of the situation. Yet deep down, I knew that this newfound equation between us was far from ordinary. It had the potential to reshape our lives, and the strangeness of it all still there.

He held my hand gently and pulled me closer to him, with a tender expression, he lowered his gaze to meet mine, searching for a connection that went beyond words. And then, he softly raised my chin, urging me to look directly into his eyes.

"Look at me," he said, his voice filled with both earnestness and a hint of vulnerability. "I want to know everything, whatever is going through your mind."

"Do I still make you feel the way I used to?" he asked.

"No," I replied with a low voice. "You see, I'm not used to this shifting dynamic between us, the way it has transformed."

A flicker of concern crossed his face, and he reached out.

"I promise you, Meera, I will make sure that you won't feel that way again," he vowed.

I nodded, my response carrying the weight of unspoken emotions, as his heartwarming words resonated within me. There was a glimmer of hope mingled with uncertainty in his eyes, his gaze searching for my answer, eager to find a way to bridge the growing divide between us.

"If you have truly decided to leave, let me at least drop you home," he offered, his voice with concern and longing.

Akshay, there's no need to...," I began, my words trailing off as I tried to keep a composed demeanor.

However, his earnestness and the sincerity behind his offer touched a chord within me, urging me to reconsider.

"Fine, but let my security team do their job, considering the circumstances. It's not just for my sake," he insisted, his voice carrying a note of caution.

In that instant, his determination to protect both of us merged with a desires.

"And as for getting to know each other more, I'll come to your place. I haven't seen the apartment where you live," he said with curiosity and longing, as if yearning to understand the world that shaped me.

A flicker of anticipation across my face, a subtle smile forming at the corner of my lips.

"Of course, text me whenever you are coming," I replied, a genuine smile spreading across my face, a glimmer of excitement shining in my eyes.

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