𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Chapter-41 Your new favourite drama

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Amie felt a surge of electricity as Mahir lifted her effortlessly, deepening the kiss. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing them closer in an intimate embrace. Her hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands, while his hands rested firmly on her hips, pulling her closer to him.

In that moment, suspended in the rain's gentle embrace, their connection deepened. The world around them faded away, leaving only the sensation of their bodies pressed together, beating hearts as one.

As the rain continued to fall around them, Amie and Mahir shared a moment of raw passion. In each other's arms, they found solace, warmth, and a sense of completeness.

Amie's heart was racing from the intensity of the moment with Mahir when suddenly, a familiar voice pierced through the haze of passion.

Anurag's scream echoed from the treehouse, jolting her back to reality. She reluctantly pulled away from Mahir, urging him to put her down.

As she made her way upstairs, her mind still reeling from the kiss, Amie's eyes widened in surprise as she entered the room. Anurag was sitting on the floor of Amna's room, a puzzled expression on his face, while Amna was seated on the bed, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

Confusion clouded Amie's thoughts as she tried to make sense of the situation.

Amie stood there, trying to process the chaotic scene unfolding before her. Mahir, who had followed her upstairs, watched the amusing exchange with a mix of amusement and bewilderment.

"Anurag, what happened? Why did you scream?" Amie inquired, her voice laced with concern as she looked at Anurag, who was now showing his arm dramatically.

Anurag pouted like a child and replied, "Look what Amna did, she bit me!" His words slurred slightly from the wine he had consumed, adding to the absurdity of the situation.

Turning to Amna, Amie asked, "Why did you bite him, Amna?" Amna, still giggling, retorted,

"Amie, he's a pervert!"

Anurag, fueled by the wine and the playful banter, retorted, "Tu naari nahi pisahchini hai! Pishachini!

(You're not a woman, you're a witch)

His words were met with Amna's laughter as she teased back "And you're a perverted monkey!"

Amie, feeling a mix of exasperation and amusement, shook her head in disbelief. She had reached her limit with their antics.

"Why are you in Amna's room?" Amie asked.

Anurag, with puppy eyes, explained, "I thought it was my room, and I just lay down on the bed. It's not my fault!"

Facepalming at the absurdity of it all, Amie sighed and instructed Anurag to go to his room and told Amna to get some rest. As she ushered them towards their respective rooms, she couldn't help but chuckle at the unpredictable and entertaining evening that had unfolded before her.

"And what about me?" Mahir asked who was leaning against his room's door.

"What about you?" Amie said walking towards him with a sly smile.

"Go inside quickly or else I'll kick your ass and settle you on the bed" she yells and in no time mahir runs inside his room closing the door.

Amie blows out a sigh, running her fingers through hairs and going inside her room.

♡

Mahir

I groggily opened my eyes, head pounding like a drumbeat. I winced, trying to recall the events of the previous night. Wine glasses clinking, laughter, and music swirled in my foggy memory, but the details remained elusive. I rubbed my temples, attempting to massage away the lingering haze.