⚠️ its just a fanfic, it's not related to anyone personal life, this is about the characters not the actor who portray it so understand the difference ok ⚠️
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The soft hum of the city lulled them into a comfortable silence. Curled up on the couch in Neel's apartment, Malang nestled against Neel's side, his head resting on his broad chest. The rhythmic thump of Neel's heart was a soothing lullaby, a reassuring cadence that chased away any lingering worries.
Neel, his gaze fixed on a well-worn paperback, occasionally stole glances at Malang. A soft smile played on his lips as he observed the peaceful slumber etched on Malang's face. He loved these quiet moments, these stolen glimpses into the heart of the man he adored.
The book, once a source of focus, became a mere prop. Neel's attention was entirely on Malang. He gently brushed a stray strand of hair off Malang's forehead, the soft touch sending a shiver down his spine. Malang stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open to meet Neel's gaze.
A sleepy smile graced his lips. "Hey," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
Neel's heart melted at the sound. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Malang's temple in a tender kiss. "Hey yourself," he replied, his voice a low murmur.
Malang snuggled closer, his hand reaching out to find Neel's. Their fingers intertwined, a silent language of love and belonging. Neel continued reading aloud, his voice a soothing melody that filled the room. The words barely registered in Malang's mind; it was the warmth of Neel's presence, the gentle rhythm of his voice that lulled him back to sleep.
Moments passed, measured only by the ticking of the clock and the gentle rise and fall of Malang's chest. Neel looked down at him, his heart brimming with a love that threatened to overflow. He closed the book, the story within its pages forgotten for the moment. All that mattered was the peaceful tableau before him, a snapshot of their happiness.
He leaned down again, this time his lips brushing against Malang's cheek. A soft sigh escaped Malang's lips, a sound that spoke volumes of contentment. Neel lingered there for a moment, savoring the feeling of Malang nestled close against him.
As the night deepened, the city lights outside shimmered like a million fireflies. Inside the apartment, a different kind of warmth radiated. It was the warmth of love, of acceptance, of two souls finding solace in each other's arms. And as they drifted off to sleep, their dreams intertwined, one could almost hear a melody playing – the melody of their love story, a song with no ending, a symphony that would forever resonate in the chambers of their hearts.
The final rays of the setting sun cast a warm glow on the room, painting the scene in hues of orange and gold. Neel, his book long abandoned, traced a lazy circle on Malang's arm, his touch sending shivers down his spine. A contented sigh escaped Malang's lips as he burrowed deeper into Neel's embrace.
"This is perfect," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
Neel's heart swelled with a love so profound it took his breath away. "It is, isn't it?" he replied, his voice husky with emotion.
They sat in comfortable silence, the city lights twinkling into life outside their window, a silent audience to their blossoming love. Malang turned slightly, his gaze locking with Neel's. In those depths, he saw not just love, but a reflection of his own happiness, a future filled with shared dreams and whispered promises.
A slow smile spread across his face, mirroring the one on Neel's lips. They didn't need grand gestures or elaborate pronouncements. Their love story was written in the quiet moments, the stolen glances, the comfortable silences. It was a melody composed in their hearts, a symphony waiting to be played out in the grand orchestra of their lives.
With a final tender kiss, a silent vow of forever etched in their touch, they closed their eyes, ready to write the next chapter in their love story. The rhythm of their hearts, beating in unison, was the only song they needed, a testament to a love that would echo through eternity.
🎶Rhythm of Hearts❤️ A love story whispered in stolen glances and shared dreams.☁️
