Abhimanyu's day had been rough, filled with endless meetings and looming deadlines. But the thought of seeing Kunj always brought a smile to his face. As the clock struck five, he decided to surprise Kunj by picking him up from work.
When Abhimanyu arrived at Kunj's office, he saw something that made his heart race with anger and jealousy. Kunj's boss was standing too close to him, his hand lingering on Kunj's shoulder. Abhimanyu knew how charming and attractive Kunj was—he had seen how people, both boys and girls, gravitated toward him. But this was different. The boss's intentions were clear, and Abhimanyu's protective instincts kicked in.
He strode into the office, his tall, muscular frame and confident demeanor immediately drawing everyone's attention. Women in the office couldn't help but steal glances at him, admiring his striking features and strong presence. Kunj's boss looked up, surprised and slightly intimidated by Abhimanyu's sudden appearance.
"Hey, love," Abhimanyu said, his voice carrying a hint of possessiveness. He wrapped an arm around Kunj's waist, pulling him close. "Ready to go?"
Kunj, who had been caught off guard by his boss's behavior, felt a surge of relief and warmth at Abhimanyu's presence. He blushed slightly at the intensity in Abhimanyu's eyes and the way he held him. "Yeah, just let me grab my things."
Abhimanyu didn't move, his gaze fixed on Kunj's boss. "I'm Abhimanyu, Kunj's boyfriend," he said, his tone friendly but firm. "I just wanted to say hi and thank you for taking care of him at work."
The boss cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. "Oh, yes, of course. Nice to meet you, Abhimanyu."
Abhimanyu tightened his grip on Kunj slightly, sending a clear message. "Kunj means the world to me, and I trust him completely. I just hope everyone here respects our relationship as much as I do."
Kunj's boss nodded, clearly understanding the unspoken warning. "Of course. Kunj is a valuable member of our team."
Kunj quickly wrapped up his work, his face flushed from the mixture of embarrassment and admiration for Abhimanyu's boldness. He grabbed his bag and turned to his boss. "I'll see you tomorrow. Good night."
As they walked out of the office, Abhimanyu kept his arm around Kunj, the possessiveness in his touch making Kunj's heart race. Once they were outside, Abhimanyu turned to Kunj, his expression softening. "I'm sorry if I overstepped, but I couldn't stand seeing him that close to you."
Kunj smiled, leaning up to kiss Abhimanyu on the cheek. "You didn't overstep. I love how you care about me. And I promise, I'm always yours."
Abhimanyu smiled back, his anger and jealousy melting away. "I know, and I'm grateful for that every day. Let's go home."
As they drove home, Kunj felt a deep sense of love and security. He knew Abhimanyu's protectiveness came from a place of love, and he cherished it. They spent the evening together, enjoying each other's company and the quiet reassurance that their bond was stronger than any outside influence.
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Kunj and Abhimanyu had a relationship filled with love, trust, and an undeniable need for closeness. There was nothing Kunj loved more than Abhimanyu's protective nature and his constant need to be close. And for Abhimanyu, skinship was his way of expressing love and reassurance, something Kunj cherished deeply.
One Friday evening, after a long week at work, Kunj and Abhimanyu decided to have a quiet night in. As soon as they walked through the door of their apartment, Abhimanyu pulled Kunj into a warm embrace, holding him tightly as if he had been away for days instead of just hours.
"I missed you," Abhimanyu murmured into Kunj's hair.
Kunj smiled, leaning into the embrace. "I missed you too."
They moved to the living room, where Abhimanyu sprawled on the couch and pulled Kunj onto his lap. Kunj laughed, loving how Abhimanyu always found a way to be physically close. Abhimanyu started rubbing Kunj's back gently, his touch soothing and affectionate.
"You know," Kunj said, snuggling closer, "I think my favorite part of the day is coming home to you and this."
Abhimanyu's eyes softened. "Me too. I love holding you, feeling you close. It just makes everything better."
They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the simple comfort of each other's presence. Abhimanyu's hands never stopped moving, tracing patterns on Kunj's back, arms, and sides. It was a silent way of saying, "I love you," and Kunj felt it deeply.
Later, they moved to the kitchen to prepare dinner together. Abhimanyu couldn't resist wrapping his arms around Kunj from behind as he chopped vegetables, his lips brushing against Kunj's neck. Kunj giggled, playfully trying to shake him off, but Abhimanyu's grip only tightened.
"You're so clingy," Kunj teased, turning his head to kiss Abhimanyu's cheek.
"And you love it," Abhimanyu shot back, nuzzling his neck.
They cooked together, moving in perfect harmony, with Abhimanyu always finding ways to maintain contact—whether it was a hand on Kunj's waist or a gentle kiss on his temple.
After dinner, they curled up on the couch to watch a movie. Abhimanyu lay back, pulling Kunj onto his chest. Kunj settled in comfortably, feeling the steady rise and fall of Abhimanyu's breathing. Throughout the movie, Abhimanyu's hands roamed, caressing Kunj's arm, playing with his hair, holding his hand.
"I love this," Kunj whispered during a quiet moment in the film.
"I know," Abhimanyu replied softly. "And I love you."
As the night wore on, they eventually moved to the bedroom. Abhimanyu pulled Kunj close as they lay under the covers, their legs entwined. The soft glow of the bedside lamp highlighted the contentment on their faces.
"There's nowhere else I'd rather be," Kunj said, resting his head on Abhimanyu's chest.
"Me neither," Abhimanyu replied, his voice a gentle rumble. "You're my everything, Kunj."
They drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, their bond strengthened by every touch, every word, and every shared moment. For Kunj and Abhimanyu, their love was more than just an emotion—it was a constant presence, felt in every touch and every embrace.
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