#1 in Love series
ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
Aayansh did several mistakes. The biggest mistake was to leave her. He was in love with another girl during their school. It wasn't love but just a little crush. She betrayed him in few months...
हया को ज़रा भूल जाओ मेरी ही तरह पेश आओ खो भी दो, खुद को तुम रातों में मेरी रातों में 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞 NOTE: Mature Content Ahead
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As soon as we entered our room, Aayansh pinned me to the wall, his eyes gleaming with a playful intensity.
"Ready for your punishment, wifey?" he whispered, his voice low and husky, as he smirked mischievously.
He raised my arms above my head, his hands clasping mine, while his other hand traced a seductive path towards my waist.
My back arched instinctively, my body responding to his touch, as I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"Should I tie your hands with this dupatta?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in playful challenge. Aayansh's whisper sent shivers down my spine as he leaned in close, his warm breath caressing my ear.
"Isn't that what your favorite fictional hero does to his heroine?" His lips grazed my earlobe, sending tremors through my body. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me," he confessed, his voice husky with desire. "I can't resist kissing you."
His words ignited a fire within me, and I felt my body respond, my heart racing with anticipation.
"Then don't resist yourself," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Aayansh's gaze locked onto mine, his eyes burning with intensity, dark and mesmerizing.
He crushed his lips to mine, and I felt his smile as our mouths merged. His teeth grazed my lower lip, and his tongue plunged into my mouth, sending shivers down my spine.
Our tongues clashed, each fighting for control, as if our very existence depended on this kiss.
As we kissed, Aayansh's hand slid from my waist to my throat, applying gentle pressure, holding me in place without restraining me.
I moaned into the kiss, and he pulled back, leaving us both breathless and panting heavily.
Releasing my hands from their pinned position, he seductively wiped his mouth with his thumb, a gesture that only fueled my desire.
