𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬

DHRUVI

I watched Atharva on the couch, my heart a tangled mess of emotions. He struggled to find comfort on the small couch .

"What?" he asked, catching my gaze.

I flushed. "Nothing. Are you going to sleep here?"

"Yes." He lay down, clearly uncomfortable.

"Umm... I'll go to the guest room. You can sleep on the bed," I offered.

Atharva sighed. "If I wanted to stay away from you, I'd be in the study again."

"But that's what you were doing before," I said, my voice small.

"I was angry and regretful," he admitted.

My heart ached. Regret? Did he regret having me back?

Atharva's voice softened. "Anger you know why, but regret because I couldn't stop my feelings for you even after Nandini's death."

My breath caught. Unsure of what to say, I changed the topic. "I'll sleep on the couch."

Atharva shook his head. "You won't be comfortable."

"But you aren't comfortable either," I countered. "I'll manage. I'm used to it, and besides, I'm shorter than you, so I'll fit just fine."

Atharva smirked teasingly. "Yeah, you are so tiny compared to me."

I shot back, "Don't even think about making jokes about my height."

He looked at me, amused. "You said it yourself. I was just stating a fact."

I replied, "I can say it, you can't."

Atharva laughed, and despite myself, I smiled too.

For a moment, the tension between us lifted. His laughter was infectious, and I felt a warmth spread through me.
"Alright," he said, still chuckling.

ATHARVA

It was midnight when my sleep disturbed by the thunderstorms .
Suddenly, I felt a touch and looked down to see Dhruvi hugging me in her sleep. Her face was tense, clearly frightened by the thunderstorm outside.

" What she doing here ? " But soon I realised it was raining, she might be scare so she came to me .
I gently tried to wake her to soothe her, but she only tightened her grip around me. Sighing, I wrapped my arms around her, moving my hand slowly along her back to calm her and closed my eyes .She relaxed into my touch, and I found surprising comfort in the closeness.

My eyes snapped open as a sharp, unexpected sensation hit me. Dhruvi's leg brushed against my groin, sending a jolt through my body. God, I groaned softly, a mix of pain and sudden, unbidden desire.

She moved again, and this time, the friction was more intense. My breath caught in my throat as a wave of longing washed over me. Dhruvi was so close, her warmth, her scent, everything about her was intoxicating. I tried to push the feeling aside, to focus on calming her, but my body had other ideas.

Every accidental touch, every brush of her skin against mine, fanned the flames of desire. It was as if my body was responding to her on its own, overriding my mind. I tightened my hold on her .

My heart pounded in my chest, my thoughts racing. With Nandini, I had always kept a distance, always held back. But with Dhruvi, there was no such barrier. She stirred something deep within me, something primal and undeniable.

I struggled to keep control, to not let my desire take over. She shifted again, her leg brushing against me, and I had to bite back a groan. The intensity of my feelings for her, both emotional and physical, was overwhelming.
I realized just how much I wanted her, how much I craved this connection. But it was more than just physical desire. It was the need to be close to her, to hold her, to be with her in every possible way.

Carefully, I removed her leg, but she kept tossing it around restlessly. To prevent further discomfort, I wrapped her leg around me and pulled her closer, gently placing her head on my chest. I kissed her forehead, I silently promised myself that I would be patient. This desire, this longing, would be tempered by my love and respect for her. Dhruvi was more than just a source of comfort; she was my everything.

In morning , I woke up early and placed her on the couch again . I know she will be uncomfortable if she found herself on the bed .

Time skip

" You didn't need to drop me , I am capable to go myself "

"I know, but I will drop you," I asserted, cutting off her protest.

"But--"

"I said I will drop you, period."

That was Dhruvi, wanting control over her actions, yet expecting emotional transparency from others while struggling to reciprocate.

As we drove in silence, the radio filled the car with music. Dhruvi's sudden horror at the song "Pee Loon" caught me off guard.

"What happened?" I inquired, puzzled by her reaction.

"Nothing," she replied, attempting to change the song.

But something clicked in my mind. The first line of the song... and I found myself stealing glances at her lips. Soft, plump... Stop it, Atharva!

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