𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕

CHAPTER 55♡

As Shreyansh guided Arya into the bathtub, filled with lukewarm water and fragrant essential oils, his eyes filled with affection and concern for her well-being. He had never felt this deeply connected to anyone before, and the intensity of their passion had left him breathless.

"Let me take care of you, jaan," he whispered softly, his voice trembling with emotion. Arya's body, sore from their passionate encounter, relaxed into the water, and Shreyansh pulled her close, cradling her in his arms. He felt an overwhelming urge to protect and cherish her.

As his fingers began to massage her body, easing the tension, Arya's eyes closed, and she let out a soft sigh. Shreyansh's heart swelled with love, seeing her relax under his touch. He nuzzled his face in her neck, planting soft kisses on the marks he had made earlier, sending shivers down her spine.

Their love was raw, passionate, and all-consuming. Every moment together was a revelation, every touch igniting a fire that burned brighter with each passing second. Shreyansh's hands moved down to her abdomen, then lower, and Arya's eyes fluttered open, her breathing heavy.

"Shreyansh, I won't be able to walk," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Shreyansh chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"No worries, I'll carry you in my arms and walk," he replied, his voice filled with promise. His hands rubbed her thighs, making her breathless.

"Shh... Beloved, don't say anything," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. Arya obeyed, her silence inviting Shreyansh's tender touch.

As his fingers grazed her breasts, Arya's lips parted, and she moaned softly. Shreyansh's gentle strokes sent shivers down her spine, his touch setting her ablaze.

"Yes?" he responded, smooching her neck, his voice filled with desire. Arya's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her body melting into his.

Shreyansh's hands moved down to her thighs again, his touch soothing. "Calm down, I'm not doing anything. I just want to ease your pain," he reassured, his voice filled with concern.

Arya relaxed, resting her head on his chest, feeling safe and protected. Shreyansh's lips brushed against her forehead, his touch gentle.

As he continued massaging, Arya's eyelids drooped, exhaustion taking over. Shreyansh smiled when he heard her soft snores, his heart swelling with love.

After a few minutes, he lifted Arya out of the bathtub, cradling her in his arms. He sat her on the slab, wrapped a towel around himself, and gently dried her body, his touch tender.

Arya nuzzled her face in his chest, feeling cherished. "Are you okay?" Shreyansh asked, his voice filled with worry.

"Yes," Arya replied with a smile, her eyes sparkling.

Shreyansh carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. Their eyes fell upon the blood-stained bedsheet, a reminder of their passion.

"I'll change it," Shreyansh said, his voice filled with understanding. Arya smiled, her heart full.

Shreyansh put the soiled clothes in the laundry basket, returning to Arya. He laid her comfortably on the freshly made bed, holding her close.

"I'll always remember this birthday... Thank you for the amazing surprise," Shreyansh whispered, his voice trembling.

Arya smiled, her eyes shining. Their lips met in a tender kiss, their love shining brighter.

"Now, sleep," Shreyansh said, gazing at Arya's tired face, his eyes filled with affection.

Arya looked up at him, her expression playful.

"What sleep? It's already morning!" she exclaimed, pouting like a child.