𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 18+

Chapter-32: Love

Yashraj

Tension, that's the only thing lurking in the air around us. Meera and Shaurya are standing facing each other. She hasn't said a word in the past five minutes and he is not ready to look her in the eyes.

He is burdened by the weight of guilt and anxiety that he caused pain to his sisters even when all he wanted to do was to protect them. I can only stand back and witness the scene unfold, Meera is mature enough to make the right decision and I know that.

"Look up here, Mr.Shaurya Thakur." Meera demanded, her voice was low but boomed through the silence surrounding us cutting deep.

He finally did, he looked up and within an instant he teared up. He embraced her tightly, so tight that she fell back on the couch. He sobbed while she caressed his hair raking her fingers through them.

His cries died down after ten minutes and he pulled back holding Meera's hands. "I'm sorry bachcha, I don't have anything else to say than to apologise. I know I shouldn't have kept it from you but please, maaf kar de na bachcha." He cooed.

Well, to say the least, it's quite funny to see him like that. For a man who is widely known to be arrogant pouting and cooing his sister to forgive him seems funny.

"Humse nahin bhai, Chhoti se maafi mangiye. You fought with her even after knowing that she was right." She insisted and he did as said.

Finally, they reconciled. No matter how convincingly Meera acts, I know my Rani Sa better. She used to miss her family terribly, we're one step away from her father now. As we walked towards our room, my eyes scaled down her frame.

The burgundy dress had a scoop neck giving me the perfect view of her swells, not much but enough to awaken my junior. Her brunette locks cascading down framing her face and, her lips. Ah, what a torment. She discarded her heels and went straight to her favourite spot, the balcony.

The moon shone bright with a hint of flushed pink within its white beam. The same beam that illuminated her frame. Her hairs danced to the rhythm of air as her finger nails clinked the glass table. Her eyes casted the perfect image of the moon, that was my view. The moon through her eyes.

I just discarded my blazer and took a seat beside her. Her feet were badly blistered, I took them on my lap and began massaging them. I could feel her muscles relaxing beneath my touch. I massaged them until I felt content and, when I looked up, she was already looking at me.

Her head rested on the couch's backrest and her eyes were on my face, only filled with love. Our relationship was unsaid in most of its essence, we never needed words to communicate for the most part.

"Yash." She whispered, her breathing was even and calm. I hummed and looked at her face. Her gaze was distinct from the one before, hazed.

"The night is young, love." She whispered near my earlobe and a shudder passed through me. My breath got caught up in my throat, unable to respond I looked back at her with the same intensity.

In an instant, her lips were over mine and she was on my lap. This kiss was slow, tender and filled with love. It was gentle just as our expression of affection for each other which soon turned into a hungry make out session leaving both of us breathless.

One thing that I adore about this woman immensely is that she never shies away from expressing herself. Wether it's her needs or her affection, she's upfront and vocal about it and owns her word like a Queen.

I carried her to the bed locking the door of the balcony behind us. As we laid in each other's arms, our clothes found their way to the floor leaving both of us entangled under the sheets.