Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 41

Amandeep Singh Aulakh

The moment my lips touched hers, a shiver ran down my spine. She tasted like something forbidden yet irresistible, a sweetness I had never known before. Her lips were soft, warm, and inviting, molding perfectly against mine. I deepened the kiss, unable to hold back any longer, feeling her tremble slightly beneath my touch. Her hands found their way to my chest, gripping my shirt as if she needed something to steady herself.

I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath uneven, and her lips slightly swollen from our kiss. "Are you okay?" I murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.

She nodded, her eyes meeting mine. "Yes," she whispered, her voice breathless. "But... this is so new."

A part of me wanted to take her right then and there, to feel every inch of her against me, to lose myself in the fire between us. But she deserved more. She deserved patience, tenderness, and to know she was cherished beyond just passion.

I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, my voice gentle but firm. "We don't have to rush. I want you to feel safe with me."

Her eyes softened, and she leaned into my touch. "I do feel safe," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to take things one step at a time. "Then let me show you how much you mean to me."

Instead of giving in to my burning desire, I shifted us so she lay against my chest. My arms wrapped around her protectively, holding her close as I listened to the sound of her heartbeat. The night was quiet, save for the rhythmic beating of our hearts against each other.

"Tell me what you're thinking," I said after a moment, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her back.

She sighed, her breath warm against my skin. "That this is the happiest I've ever been. That I never thought I'd feel this way about someone." She hesitated, then added, "And that I'm scared."

I tensed slightly. "Scared? Of me?"

"No," she answered immediately, tilting her head up to look at me. "Scared of how much I care for you. Scared of what this means. Scared of losing you."

A pang of something sharp hit my chest. I cupped her face, making sure she saw the sincerity in my gaze. "You're not going to lose me. Ever. I'm yours, and you're mine. Nothing in this world can change that."

Her eyes shimmered with emotion. "Promise?"

I kissed her forehead softly. "I swear it."

She relaxed into me, and soon her breathing evened out. As she drifted off to sleep, I just watched her—memorizing the way her long lashes rested against her cheeks, the way her lips parted slightly as she breathed. She was perfect. Not just in her beauty but in her very existence.

I tightened my hold on her, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness wash over me. The world outside didn't matter. The dangers, the chaos, none of it could touch us in this moment.

She was my everything, my light in the darkness. And I would move heaven and earth to keep her safe, to love her the way she deserved, for as long as I lived.

Pressing another lingering kiss to her forehead, I whispered, "You are my everything, my pari."

With her in my arms, I finally allowed myself to rest, knowing that as long as we had each other, nothing else mattered.

The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint sound of her breathing. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow on her face, highlighting the delicate features that had completely enchanted me. She lay against my chest, her body curled into mine as if she belonged there, as if this was the place she had always meant to be. My fingers traced slow, lazy patterns along her bare shoulder, relishing the warmth of her skin beneath my touch.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and I knew she was beginning to stir. I tightened my arm around her, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Go back to sleep, pari," I whispered, my lips brushing against her forehead.

She let out a soft sigh, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on my chest. "I wasn't asleep," she murmured, her voice laced with sleep and something softer, something more vulnerable.

I smiled, shifting slightly so I could look down at her. "Liar," I teased, nudging her nose with mine. "Your breathing was too even."

She huffed, her lips curling into a small smile. "Maybe I was pretending so you'd hold me longer."

My heart clenched at her words. God, she didn't even realize what she did to me, how her smallest gestures, her quiet confessions, had the power to bring me to my knees. I brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering against her cheek. "You never have to pretend with me, pari. You can have this—have me—whenever you want."

Her eyes flickered up to meet mine, and I saw something raw in them, something that made my chest ache. "Do you mean that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking the softness of her cheeks. "I have never meant anything more. You are mine, and I am yours. There is no pretending here, only us."

She exhaled shakily, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. The weight of my words settled between us, thick with unspoken promises. Then, hesitantly, she reached up and brushed her fingers against my lips. "You always say the right things."

I caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her fingertips. "That's because I only speak the truth."

She let out a small laugh, her eyes shining. "You're impossible, you know that?"