Is't Called Destiny

A MORNING OF INTIMACY

**Part 53: A Morning of Intimacy**

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden light over the bedroom. Darsh woke up slowly, feeling the warmth of Kanishka's body next to his. He turned his head and saw her sleeping peacefully, her face serene and beautiful in the morning light. He couldn't help but smile as he stared at her, feeling a surge of affection wash over him.

Kanishka stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She saw Darsh watching her and smiled sleepily. "Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning, beautiful," Darsh replied, his voice low and husky. "You look even more gorgeous when you sleep, did you know that?"

Kanishka blushed, turning her face away slightly. "Stop it," she mumbled, embarrassed by his compliments.

Darsh chuckled and leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "I can't help it. Especially after that kiss last night...and everything that happened in Italy."

Kanishka's blush deepened, and she tried to hide her face in the pillow. "You really don't let anything go, do you?"

"Why would I? Those are some of my favorite memories," Darsh said, his tone teasing yet sincere. He gently pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her. "Especially when you get all shy like this."

Kanishka sighed, giving in to the moment. She looked up at him, her eyes soft and vulnerable. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

"And you love it," Darsh replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He leaned down and kissed her gently, his lips lingering on hers.

Kanishka responded to the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. Darsh's hands roamed over her body, pulling her even closer. Kanishka felt her heart race, her body responding to his touch.

Darsh broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. "You know, I was thinking...how about we make some more memories right now?"

Kanishka's eyes widened slightly, but she couldn't deny the desire she felt. "You're impossible," she said softly.

Darsh grinned, his hands sliding under her nightshirt. "Maybe. But you love it."

Kanishka's breath hitched as he touched her, and she couldn't help but moan softly. "Darsh..."

He kissed her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone. "Tell me how much you love it," he murmured against her skin.

Kanishka shivered, her hands gripping his shoulders. "I love it...I love you," she whispered.

Darsh paused, looking into her eyes. "I love you too, Kanishka," he said softly. He kissed her again, this time with even more passion.

The room filled with their whispers and soft moans as they lost themselves in each other. Their movements were slow and deliberate, every touch and kiss filled with love and desire. Darsh's hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve and contour. Kanishka responded eagerly, her own hands exploring his body.

They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Darsh's touch was both gentle and possessive, his kisses searing and demanding. Kanishka gave herself to him completely, her trust and love evident in every movement.

As they reached the height of their passion, Darsh whispered words of love and adoration into her ear. Kanishka clung to him, her heart swelling with emotion. They came together, their cries mingling in the air.

Afterwards, they lay entwined, their bodies still humming with the afterglow. Darsh held Kanishka close, his fingers gently stroking her hair.

"How was that?" he asked, his voice a mix of satisfaction and curiosity.

Kanishka smiled, her eyes closed as she snuggled into his chest. "Amazing," she whispered. "You always know how to make me feel special."

Darsh kissed the top of her head. "Because you are special," he said softly. "And I'll never let you forget that."

Kanishka opened her eyes and looked up at him. "You know, for someone who drives me crazy, you sure know how to make me fall in love with you all over again."

Darsh chuckled, his eyes shining with affection. "Good. Because I'm never letting you go."

They lay there in silence, content in each other's arms. The world outside seemed far away, and for now, all that mattered was their love and the future they were building together.

As the morning light continued to fill the room, Darsh and Kanishka drifted off to sleep, their hearts and bodies entwined. It was a perfect moment, a testament to the strength of their love and the bond they shared.

And as they slept, they dreamed of a future filled with love, happiness, and endless possibilities. A future they would face together, hand in hand, heart to heart.