Vihaan gently dropped Trisha on the bed, her body bouncing softly as she landed, her hair spreading like a wild tangle across the pillows. In her drunken state, her eyes blazed with anger, her gaze piercing through Vihaan.
"Did I stop you from dancing with those girls?" Trisha slurred, her words laced with hurt.
"Why did you come here? Go and dance with them. Let's enjoy our party," she commanded, her voice trembling.
Vihaan chuckled, recognizing the jealousy in her eyes.
"My sweetheart is jealous," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
Trisha tried to move away, but Vihaan pursued her, his hands grasping her waist.
"Leave me alone. Go and enjoy your party," Trisha demanded, her hands pushing against his chest.
"No, I'm not going anywhere, leaving you, not till my last breath," Vihaan vowed, his eyes burning with devotion.
He dipped his face into her neck, inhaling her fragrance.
"Fuck, you smell breathtaking," Vihaan exclaimed.
"What body wash do you use?" he asked.
Trisha glared.
"I used घड़ी washing powder," she replied irritably.
"Do you want to use it too?" she snapped.
She placed her hands on his chest, pushing him away.
Vihaan's eyes sparkled with amusement.
As Trisha gazed at Vihaan with a mix of anger, nagging doubt, and jealousy, he softly captured her lips, kissing her with love and tenderness.
"No need to be jealous, my love," Vihaan whispered.
"I am yours, only yours, till my last breath," he vowed.
"I swear, we didn't bring those girls to the party; our friends did," Vihaan explained.
Kissing her whole face, Vihaan's gentle touch eased Trisha's tension.
Her eyes blinked, and her gaze softened.
Vihaan chuckled adorably.
Just then, a cold wind swept into the room.
Trisha shivered.
It was December, and the chill was biting.
Wearing only a short dress, Trisha's skin prickled with goosebumps.
Vihaan swiftly got up and closed the windows.
He turned on the room heater.
Warmth began to circulate.
Vihaan returned to Trisha.
She lay in bed.
Shivering.
Her lips pouted.
Vihaan went to his knees.
Removed her heels.
Trisha didn't resist.
He fetched warm clothes from the cupboard.
Returned.
Gazed at Trisha.
"I am still angry with you," she whispered.
Softly.
Vihaan chuckled.
Removed her old clothes.
Dressed her in warm ones.
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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕 ( 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞)
RomanceThis is a story about four couples who fall in love and fight through their problems together, ultimately winning their love. The first man is betrayed by his girlfriend, who pretended to love him as an act of revenge. She almost kills him, but he s...
