𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕

CHAPTER 32♡

As Arya uttered the word "yes", she couldn't explain the tumultuous emotions swirling within her. The memory of Shreyansh's naked form had left an indelible mark on her mind, and her body was betraying her in ways she couldn't control. A deep-seated desire to be close to him, to feel his warmth and touch, was warring with the rational part of her mind that screamed "this is wrong".

Arya's heart ached with the knowledge that she didn't deserve him, that their love was doomed from the start, and that they were destined to separate. Yet, her soul yearned for his love, his care, and his presence. Every fiber of her being longed to be enveloped in his embrace, to feel his gentle caress, and to be consumed by his passion.

As she stood there, torn between her conflicting emotions, Arya's body seemed to have a mind of its own. Her pulse quickened at the mere thought of Shreyansh's touch, her skin tingling with anticipation. Her mind was a battlefield, with her heart and body pleading to surrender to their desires, while her rational thoughts urged her to resist the temptation.

In that moment, Arya knew she was lost, caught in the whirlpool of her own emotions, with no escape from the all-consuming passion that threatened to engulf her.

"See, Maa, she said yes. Now don't worry, I will take good care of her," Shreyansh said, his voice filled with reassurance, as he turned to Soumya, whose eyes were still fixed on Arya with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

Soumya nodded, seeming to accept Shreyansh's promise. "Okay, but don't trouble her. I'll send both of your breakfast in the room," she said, her voice softening as she turned to leave.

As soon as Soumya exited the room, Shreyansh's expression transformed into a sly smirk. He moved towards Arya, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You want to bathe with my help, wifey?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Arya's face contorted in frustration, her emotions swirling in turmoil. She glared at Shreyansh, her eyes flashing with irritation. "No, I don't need your help. I said yes so Maa could leave. I'll do it myself, my work," she snapped, her voice trembling with unknowingly emotions.

As she spoke, Arya moved towards her closet, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for her clothes.

Shreyansh's voice was laced with tenderness as he apologized, "Uff, sorry for troubling my Jaan." He moved closer, his eyes locked on hers, "Now, I won't trouble you, love. Come, let me help you, otherwise, you'll end up hurting yourself."

Arya's eyes sparkled with a mix of irritation and amusement as Shreyansh approached her underwear drawer. She had already taken out her upper clothes, but his bold move caught her off guard. "You shameless man!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with mock outrage, as he picked up her panty and cotton bra, bringing them to his nose to inhale her scent.

Shreyansh's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze never leaving hers. "I swear, I  was not  like that before, but you make me like that, and for you, I'm ready to become more shameless," he whispered, his voice husky, as he winked at her, lifting her in his arms.

Arya's face turned pink as she snatched her undergarments from his hands, her heart racing with excitement. "You're very bad," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes sparkling with a secret thrill.

" But you love my shameless side " right " he asked with proud smrik

" No" she let out

" liar "

Shreyansh chuckled, his breath caressing her ear, "BTW, you're more shameless. I was doing every shameless thing in front of your eyes, but you were watching me secretly, wifey." His words sent shivers down her spine, as he pulled her closer, his lips inches from hers.