Rain Of Love : A Downpour of Romance

morning highness

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ARHAAN'S P.O.V

I woke up in the early hours of the morning, the room still cloaked in darkness, only faint hints of dawn seeping through the curtains. A strange sense of tranquility had broken my sleep, urging me to open my eyes. As I blinked away the remnants of slumber, my gaze naturally fell upon Mishti, sleeping peacefully beside me.

The soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the gentle curve of her lips, and the way her hair cascaded over the pillow—everything about her seemed ethereal in the dim light. It was as if the universe had conspired to create a moment of pure serenity, just for us.

I carefully adjusted my position, propping myself up on one elbow to get a better view of her. As I did, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over me. Despite the turmoil and the heartache, despite the mistakes and misunderstandings, she was here. She had chosen to stay.

My mind drifted back to the moments that had brought us to this point. The desperate plan to stage an accident, the fear in Mishti's eyes when she saw me in that hospital bed, the quiet conversations that followed as we slowly rebuilt our trust. It had been a harrowing journey, but it had also brought us closer in ways I hadn't anticipated.

I watched as Mishti stirred slightly, her hand reaching out instinctively, finding mine even in her sleep. The simple gesture brought a smile to my face. It was moments like these that reminded me of the deep bond we shared, a bond that no amount of conflict or fear could sever.

Gently, I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering on her cheek. Her skin was soft and warm, and I felt a familiar rush of affection and protectiveness. She was my world, my anchor, the one person who made everything else fade into insignificance.

Mishti murmured something in her sleep, her brow furrowing slightly before relaxing again. I wondered what she was dreaming about. Was it something happy, something peaceful? I hoped so. She deserved nothing less.

As the minutes ticked by, I continued to admire her, my heart swelling with love and determination. I vowed silently to always cherish these moments, to never take her presence for granted. We had faced so much, and there would undoubtedly be more challenges ahead, but together, I knew we could overcome anything.

The first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Mishti's face. I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, whispering a silent promise to always protect and love her.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and she gazed up at me with a sleepy smile. "

Good morning," she whispered in her sweet honey voice. A single drop of saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth, and my gaze was fixed on it.

 My hand clenched into a fist as an intense urge to lick it away surged through me.

I watched, entranced, as the droplet traced a slow path down her chin, continuing its journey until it nestled in the hollow of her cleavage. 

She shifted into a sitting position and began adjusting her tank top,

 but I suddenly grabbed her right hand, stopping her. 

Her eyes met mine, and she could sense the burning desire in my gaze. Her eyes mirrored a mix of emotions-fear, desire, and love, I think.

Okay, that's it, you're gonna get fucked," I growled, leaning towards her ear. But a faint chuckle escaped her lips, and the next moment, I felt something ticklish on my stomach.

A feeling of ticklishness arose in my gut, and my grip on her hand loosened. She jumped off the bed with a smirk on her lips and said, "Uske liye pakad to lo."