𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕

CHAPTER 24 ♡

Just before the car collided with the truck, Shreyansh's quick reflexes kicked in, and he swerved the car to the right, slamming on the brakes. The sudden jolt sent their hearts racing, and time seemed to stand still. Arya's eyes were shut tight, her face pale, as if bracing for impact. Shreyansh's gaze was fixed on her, his eyes wide with fear, his heart pounding in his chest.

In a flash, Arya's eyes snapped open, and she sat up straight, her gaze locking onto Shreyansh's. Their eyes met, and the tension was palpable. Shreyansh's face was etched with worry, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. Arya's chest was heaving, her breathing rapid, as if she had been holding her breath the entire time.

Without hesitation, Shreyansh pulled Arya into his lap, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. The haunting thought of what could have happened if he hadn't swerved the car in time still lingered in his mind. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. Arya took a deep breath, her body relaxing into his hold, and whispered, "Yes." She then softly asked Shreyansh if he was okay, her voice barely audible.

Shreyansh didn't respond, his silence speaking volumes. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her familiar scent, which calmed his racing heart. Arya's eyes fluttered closed, her body melting into his embrace, as she felt a sense of security in his arms. But the tranquility was short-lived, as reality struck her like a ton of bricks. She remembered the rift between them, the impending separation, and the need to distance herself from him.

With a newfound determination, Arya tried to break free from Shreyansh's hold, but he refused to let go. His grip on her hand tightened, his fingers intertwining with hers, as he pleaded, "Stop moving, Arya." His voice was low and husky, his words barely audible. The subtle movement of her body against his was sending shivers down his spine, making him uncomfortable. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to release her, his heart still reeling from the close call....

But Arya continued to struggle, her body inadvertently pressing against Shreyansh's. His eyes darkened, his voice low and menacing as he warned, "Fucking stop moving, or you'll be in big trouble." He gently fisted her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he forced her to meet his gaze. Arya's eyes widened, her breath catching as she felt his hardness against her. She fisted his shirt, her knuckles white as she froze, their bodies locked in a tense embrace.

The air was heavy with tension, the rain outside creating a sultry atmosphere that heightened their desire. Shreyansh's eyes burned with intensity, his gaze fixed on Arya's lips as he drew her closer. "Don't move, or I won't be responsible for my actions," he whispered, his face inches from hers. Arya's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her neck as she felt his warm breath on her skin.

Shreyansh's eyes repeatedly darted to her lips, his gaze a silent plea for permission. Arya's eyes fluttered closed, her consent implicit. Shreyansh's lips crashed onto hers, his kiss devouring and intense. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the passion and heat of the moment. The rain pounded against the roof, a rhythmic beat that matched the racing of their hearts...

" "Damn, this tastes so good," he murmured as he sucked on her lower lip, causing her to pull him in closer.

"Ah," she moaned into his mouth as he pressed his hardness against her core , leaving her breathless.

"Shreyansh," she moaned in pleasure and discomfort as her neck was hurting, but Shreyansh noticed and helped her sit properly in his lap. He continued to kiss, nibble, and suck on her lips like they were his favorite dessert. Having her in his arms made him forget all the pain and stress, feeling much more relaxed....

Arya felt a deep sense of comfort and security in Shreyansh's arms, as if all her worries and fears were melting away. Their lips met with a passion that was both tender and intense, their hearts beating as one. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the magic of their love. Arya's fingers trembled as she gently tapped Shreyansh's shoulder, her lungs craving air. But Shreyansh was too swept up in the moment, his lips refusing to let go. Finally, he released her, his forehead pressing against hers, their warm breath mingling. They stood there, eyes closed, their chests heaving in unison, as the rain outside created a soothing symphony that matched the rhythm of their hearts.