Be Mine

13. She Hugged Him

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A K RI T I

I woke up feeling unusually groggy, my body heavy with sleep. As I blinked my eyes open, I noticed the clock read 10:00 AM. I never sleep this late, but the events of last night played through my mind like a vivid dream. Has it all really happened?

I turned over in bed and realised he was no longer there. My heart sank a bit with disappointment, but the room carried a sense of his presence. I glanced around and saw the bag on my dressing table. Curiosity got the better of me, and I slid out of bed, feeling the soft carpet beneath my feet as I padded over to the table.

The bag was filled with chocolates, and a smile crept onto my face. Then I noticed the letter beside it. I picked it up and sat back on the edge of the bed to read it.

Hey baby ,

"I left your house at 5 am so I wouldn't disturb your parents. I left a bag of chocolates for you—it's sugar-free, so eat as many as you like. Remember to rest well. If you're feeling better, you can come to the office, but if not, it's okay to take a day off. No one will question you because you're the  ‘lady boss’ after all. Drink warm water and eat properly. Take care.”

Call me if you want me anytime.

Bbye 💋

Your aadi..

His words were simple but sweet, and they made my heart flutter. I folded the letter and set it aside, feeling a warmth spread through me. Still, a part of me wondered if it had all been a dream. Could it really have happened?

I walked over to the mirror, my steps slow and tentative. I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. My heart pounded in my chest as I hesitated, gathering the courage to confront the tangible evidence of last night.

Taking a deep breath, I lifted my T-shirt slowly, my eyes fixed on the reflection in the mirror. As the fabric rose, my breath caught in my throat. There, on my skin, were faint marks where his fingers had been. The sight made my heart skip a beat. It wasn't a dream.

Memories of our time together flooded back, vivid and intense. I remembered how he had gently kissed my forehead, his lips soft and warm against my skin. The tenderness in that simple gesture had made me feel cherished and safe. He had moved his hand from my waist to my breast, his touch both gentle and electrifying, making me feel things I had only dreamed of.

His kisses had trailed down my face, his breath warm against my cheek as he nuzzled into my neck. I recalled the way he had massaged my belly, his hands firm yet gentle, sending waves of warmth and comfort through me. Every touch, every caress had felt like a promise, a connection deeper than words.

I let my T-shirt fall back into place and took a step back from the mirror, wrapping my arms around myself as if to hold onto the memory a little longer. The room felt both empty and full at the same time, his absence palpable yet his presence lingering in every corner.

Turning back to the bed, I picked up the letter once more, reading his words again with a smile. The chocolates on the dressing table were a sweet reminder of his thoughtfulness, a tangible token of the night we shared.

Standing there, I felt a mixture of emotions—joy, longing, and a sense of something new and wonderful beginning. Last night had been real, and he had been here, holding me. The marks on my skin were proof of that. I knew this was just the start of something beautiful, and I couldn't wait to see where it would lead.