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👤HER'S LOVE FIGHTER-CHAPTER-18

Wishing all my readers a happy and prosperous time of year! For my Tamil readers, Puthandu Vazhtukkal! (Happy Tamil New Year!)

Wishing all my readers a happy and prosperous time of year! For those celebrating, Happy Vishu Kani in Kerala and Chhath Puja in Bihar! May the blessings of these festivals bring you joy, light, and bountiful harvests! Now, let's dive into our story..

Adrian pov:

Meera emerged from the hospital with a bag, presumably containing sustenance for her little bro. After a brief chat with Naveen, I made my way towards the exit, my senses tingling with the awareness of Meera's gaze trailing me like a heat signature. No surprise, she followed me out. Stepping out of the sterile hospital confines, I headed towards the parking lot, the familiar ache for a cigarette gnawing at me. I toyed with the lighter in my hand, debating whether to succumb to the craving. Just then, Meera materialized in front of me, her gaze flitting between my face and the lighter with a flicker of apprehension. Fiesty chica (feisty girl)! She swooped in, snatching the cigarette with surprising dexterity before I could even blink.

"You promised you'd cut back on smoking," she said, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. She knew I was mad, and frankly, I wasn't about to downplay it.

"Of course I did," I retorted, my jaw clenched tight. "And you promised me we wouldn't keep secrets! But what did you do, señorita? You waltz into some shady fight club without a word! Do you have any idea how much that hurt, knowing you were in danger and I had no clue?"

Her beautiful eyes softened, and she reached out, taking my hands in hers. "Adrian," she began, her voice soft, "you already carry so much on your shoulders. I didn't want to add to your burden with my family's problems."  The anger in me crackled like live wires. "This isn't just about your family, Meera! And you're never a burden to me. ¡Te amo, carajo! (I love you, dammit!) Your family is mine now, too.

Tears welled up in those big, beautiful eyes of hers, threatening to spill over. She wrapped her arms around me in a desperate hug, her petite frame trembling against mine. All my anger melted away like butter on a hot pan. I tightened my hold, whispering reassurances as I rubbed soothing circles on her back. A soft kiss landed on the side of her head. "Promise me, Meera," I murmured, "you won't keep things from me like this ever again. Especially you, mi corazón." (my heart)

Pulling back gently, I brushed a stray tear from her cheek. Good, at least she understood. "Is your anger gone?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper

"Well," I said in a mock-stern voice, "maybe half of it."

Her bottom lip wobbled. "What do I have to do to make it go away?" she asked, her lips – ¡Dios mío! (my God!) – looking so damn kissable it should be a crime.

"That's up to you, Meera," I replied, feigning nonchalance. I knew her well enough to predict she'd offer to bake blueberry muffins. But instead, she bit her lip and darted her eyes around the place before kicking off her slippers.

She tiptoed towards me, a slow, deliberate approach that sent shivers down my spine. Before I knew it, she was standing on my feet, her arms wrapping around my neck. My breath hitched as she pressed her chest against mine, the sweet scent of her shampoo intoxicating me. My hormones were doing a happy dance. Instinctively, my hands found their way to her waist, anchoring her close.

"Lean down a little," she whispered, her voice barely a squeak. She looked adorable, I chuckled, completely smitten by her shyness. Carefully, I dipped my head, mindful of the height difference.

"Close your eyes," she whispered, I did as she said, my senses on high alert. Her warm breath tickled my cheeks, and I could feel the frantic rhythm of her heart against my chest. Then, her lips brushed against my jaw, sending a jolt of electricity straight through me. She fumbled slightly like a gatito (kitten) trying to climb a tree. But it was her clumsiness that made it so damn cute. It was innocent, a stark contrast to the fire she was unknowingly igniting in my gut. Back in the day, sure, we'd peck each other on the cheek – kids being kids, all innocent and stuff. But this? This was something else entirely. This made my head spin and my heart race a marathon.