I Love Being Yours

Chapter 39

Family, friends, and love entwined,
A symphony of hearts, forever entwined.
They nurture, support, and uplift the soul,
From morning's dawn to midnight's roll.

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Ekansh POV

As I held Aarthi close, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was. The previous night, she had taken the initiative, slowly but surely building our connection.

It wasn't just about the physical closeness; it was about the emotional bond that was growing stronger every day. Her gentle actions had made me realize just how much she cared for us.

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Aarthi stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she adjusted to the light.

She looked up at me with a sleepy smile, and I couldn't resist pulling her closer. "Stay a bit longer," I whispered. "It's the weekend; we don't need to rush."

Aarthi chuckled softly, but she made no move to leave his embrace. "But I need to make breakfast," she protested lightly.

He groaned, nuzzling her neck. "Five more minutes," he pleaded, his tone almost boyish. "Stay here with me."

Aarthi sighed, a mix of exasperation and affection. "Okay, five more minutes," she agreed, settling back against him.

Authors POV
True to his word, after a few minutes, Ekansh reluctantly let her go. He watched her with a pout as she slipped out of bed. "I'll make it quick," she promised, chuckling at his disappointed expression.

Aarthi made her way to the kitchen, her heart fluttering at the tenderness of the morning. She started preparing breakfast, lost in her thoughts, when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. She tensed for a moment before relaxing into Ekansh's embrace.

"Good morning again," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. His hands roamed her sides, and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck.

She turned her head slightly, giving him a side glance. "I thought you were going to give me time to make breakfast," she teased.

Ekansh grinned mischievously, his lips trailing down her neck, jaw, and chin, purposefully avoiding her lips. "Couldn't resist," he murmured between kisses.

Aarthi melted into his touch, her hands reaching back to tangle in his hair. Just as she was about to turn and face him, he suddenly spun her around, capturing her in a deeper embrace.

His kisses grew more urgent, exploring her skin with a newfound fervor.

"You know, Aarthi," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, "I can't control myself anymore."

Her heart raced, and she felt her cheeks heat up. "Then don't," she whispered back, her voice barely audible.

Ekansh's eyes widened at her boldness, and he leaned in, their lips just inches apart. They closed their eyes, leaning in closer when—

The doorbell rang.

Ekansh cursed under his breath, but he didn't move. "Ignore it," he insisted, trying to resume their kiss.

Aarthi, however, gently pushed him back. "We should see who it is," she said, though her own voice was tinged with reluctance.

The bell rang again, more insistent this time.