HUM TUM

chapter 22

Both naina and abhishek after eating went to shower

Naina's heart skipped a beat as she heard the bathroom door creak open, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized Abhishek was about to step out. Quickly, she turned away, her hands trembling as she struggled to fasten the hooks of her blouse.

But before she could finish, Abhishek emerged from the bathroom, clad only in a towel that hung low on his hips. Naina's breath caught in her throat as she felt his presence fill the room, her eyes widening in shock as she realized she was still in her undergarments.

"Uh... Abhishek!" Naina stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she instinctively moved to cover herself with her saree.

Abhishek's gaze softened as he took in Naina's flushed cheeks and downcast eyes, a tender smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I'm sorry, Naina. I didn't mean to startle you."

As he approached her, his movements slow and deliberate, Naina couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in the pit of her stomach. Despite her embarrassment, there was an undeniable electricity in the air—an unspoken longing that drew them together like magnets.

Reaching out, Abhishek gently lifted Naina's chin, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. "You don't need to be shy, Naina. You're beautiful."

Naina's heart swelled at his words, her insecurities melting away in the warmth of his gaze. Slowly, tentatively, she allowed herself to meet his eyes, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the desire burning within them.

And then, in a moment that felt like an eternity, Abhishek closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that set her soul ablaze.

Abhishek and Naina, their bodies still tingling with the remnants of their passion, hurriedly pull on their clothes in the dimly lit room. Naina slides into her kurti while Abhishek hastily buttons up his shirt, both trying to conceal the lingering traces of their intimate encounter. As they exchange shy smiles and furtive glances, they move about the room, gathering their scattered belongings and tidying up the disheveled sheets.

With a soft rustle of fabric, they slip beneath the covers, the warmth of the bed enveloping them as they settle in for the night. Their fingers brush against each other in the darkness, a silent acknowledgment of their shared moment of intimacy. As they close their eyes, their hearts still racing with the memory of their quick makeout session, they drift off into a contented sleep, dreaming of the next time they'll steal away together.