Everything I Wanted❤ |COMPLETED|

Chapter 33

A long chapter ahead guys!

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Kashvi-

I felt comfort in his arms, the warmth of him slowly sinking beneath my skin.

Reluctantly, he pulled back just enough to look at me.

Before I could question him, his hands slid to my knees, gently parting them enough to pull me properly onto his lap.

A soft breath escaped me.

I shifted slightly,my arms remained looped around his neck instinctively.

My gaze locked with his.

And God.

The way Danish looked at me in that moment, so intensely.

A strange possessiveness curled inside me instantly.

I didn't want him looking at anyone else like this. Not ever.

His fingers brushed slowly against the bare skin of my waist, sending a sharp shiver through me before he leaned closer.

His nose nudged lightly against mine. He waited, like he was giving me time to pull away.

I didn't.

My breath hitched, the second his thumb tilted my chin upward slightly and then his lips were on mine.

Everything inside me stilled.

My fingers instinctively slipped into his hair, gripping tighter as his hand pressed more firmly against my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.

The kiss wasn't rushed.

It was worse.

Slow, so certain like he already knew I was his and maybe what terrified me most was how willingly I melted into him.

For one impossible moment, nothing existed beyond him.

Not the people downstairs. Just him. Just us.

"Bhabhi!"

I practically jumped, breaking apart so fast I nearly lost my balance while scrambling off his lap.

My cheeks burned violently as a loud knock followed.

Iss se toh mai Chun Chun ke badla lungi, Har want kaha se aa jaata hai.

Beside me, Danish exhaled sharply.

"He seriously tests my patience," he muttered darkly, already walking towards the door.

I hurriedly adjusted my saree, fixing my hair with trembling fingers.

Har waqt galat time par aata hai.

The moment the door opened, Sam and Advika stood there looking far too innocent.

"Everyone's calling you downstairs," Advika said.

I nodded quickly and stepped forward only for Danish's hand to catch my elbow.