Mujhe Pyaar Hua Tha~ Short Stories Collection

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Shuru ho gayi kahani meri
Mere dil ne baat na maani meri
Hadd se bhi aage yeh guzar hi gaya
Khud bhi pareshaan hua mujhko bhi yeh kar gaya
Dil kyun yeh mera shor kare
Idhar nahin, udhar nahin
Teri ore chale..

Author's POV

Keisha stood in front of the full-length mirror in their luxurious bedroom, struggling with the pleats of her saree. The room was bathed in the soft glow of morning light filtering through the sheer curtains, casting a warm hue on the opulent surroundings. The bed, draped in silk, stood as a silent witness to the intimate moment unfolding.

Ishank, his cold demeanor softened by the warmth of the morning, approached her with a predatory grace. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, his hair tousled in a way that hinted at the night they had spent together. As Keisha attempted to adjust her saree, Ishank's lips found the nape of her neck, his kisses lingering and sending shivers down her spine.

"Keisha," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and gravelly. "You look... breathtaking."

She tried to pull away, her hands fumbling with the fabric of her saree, but Ishank's arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. "Ishank, I need to finish dressing," she protested softly, her voice trembling with the mixture of frustration and desire.

Ignoring her words, Ishank slid his hand up her arm and into her hair, which was styled in soft waves cascading down her back. His touch was both commanding and tender as he guided her head to one side, his kisses now tracing a line from her neck to her shoulder. The room's ambiance, with its rich, dark wooden furniture and soft, muted tones, seemed to amplify the intensity of their closeness.

"I'll help you," he said, his voice edged with a hint of possessiveness. He deftly began adjusting the pleats of her saree, his hands brushing against her skin. As he turned her slightly to face him, his gaze locked onto hers. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. Keisha's fingers threaded through his hair, deepening their connection.

As his hands explored her curves, sliding up to cup her breasts, Keisha moaned softly into his mouth. "Ishank, someone might come in," she whispered between kisses.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door, followed by a muffled voice. Ishank's eyes flashed with irritation. "Go away!" he barked, his tone firm and unyielding. "We're not to be disturbed."

Without a second thought, he swept Keisha up in his arms, cradling her against his chest in a bridal style. She gasped, a mix of surprise and excitement. "I always have time for you," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "No one comes between us."

"Ishank," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Not now, we don't have time."

"We always have time," he replied, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "And I can think of nothing more important than starting our day with each other."

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Keisha responded with equal fervor, her hands tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little world.

Ishank's hands began to wander, tracing patterns on Keisha's skin as he explored every inch of her body. She shivered with delight, her breath hitching in her throat as he brushed his thumb over her nipple. He smirked, pleased with her response.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck.

Keisha laughed, her head falling back as he nipped at her sensitive skin. "You're not so bad yourself," she said, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt.