𝓐𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝙒𝙀𝙇𝙇, abhishek sharma

xii. kiss [short chapter]

As Abhishek settled onto the bed beside Ishika, a comfortable silence enveloped them, broken only by the soft scratch of Ishika's pencil against paper as she continued her sketching. He couldn't help but admire the graceful movements of her hand, the way she seemed to lose herself in the creative process.

"You're really talented, Ishika," Abhishek remarked, his voice barely above a whisper as he watched her work.

Ishika glanced up from her sketchbook, a faint blush tinting her cheeks at the compliment. "Thank you, Abhishek," she replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It's just something I enjoy doing."

Abhishek leaned in closer, his gaze lingering on the delicate lines and intricate details of her artwork. "Well, you're definitely good at it," he insisted, his tone sincere. "I've always admired people who can bring their imagination to life on paper."

Ishika's blush deepened at his words, a warm flutter of appreciation blooming in her chest. "You're too kind," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the air conditioner.

They sat in companionable silence for a while longer, the only sound in the room the soft rustle of paper and the rhythmic beat of their hearts. And as they basked in the quiet intimacy of the moment, Abhishek couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over him, knowing that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

As Abhishek leaned in closer, Ishika's heart skipped a beat, anticipation and uncertainty mingling in the air between them. Their eyes met, a silent exchange of unspoken words passing between them, as if they were both teetering on the edge of a precipice, unsure whether to take the plunge.

In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around them fading into insignificance as they drew closer together, their breaths mingling in the space between them. And as their lips finally met in a tentative kiss, a rush of emotion flooded through Abhishek, overwhelming him with a sense of longing and desire.

For a heartbeat, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them suspended in a bubble of warmth and affection. And as they lingered in the sweetness of the moment, Abhishek knew, with a certainty that resonated deep within his soul, that he had finally found something worth holding onto in this vast and unpredictable world.

As their lips parted, Abhishek gazed into Ishika's eyes, his heart pounding with a mix of emotions. "Ishika," he whispered softly, his voice barely above a murmur, "I... I've wanted to do that for so long."

Ishika's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as she met his gaze, her eyes reflecting the same intensity of emotion. "Me too," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper, tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging in the air between them. Then, with a shy smile, Ishika reached out and took Abhishek's hand in hers, intertwining their fingers together.

"Abhishek," she began, her voice filled with sincerity, "I know things are complicated right now, but... I want to explore this, whatever it is between us."

Abhishek squeezed her hand gently, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I do too, Ishika," he confessed, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Whatever happens, I'll be here for you."

And as they sat there, their fingers intertwined and their hearts entwined in a silent promise, Abhishek knew that no matter what the future held, he had found something truly precious in Ishika – a connection that transcended time and circumstance, and a love that had the power to overcome any obstacle in its path.