Doomed From The Start: A Marriage Agreement

chapter 32: Falling for him

                         J A A N V I

The storm was waging a war outside, but it was nothing compared to the one brewing in my heart. My pulse was pounding so hard I swear I could faint. My emotions were battling against each other, like a tidal wave crashing over me with an intensity of a storm I had no control over.

Arya, what is he doing to me? 
He has this insane way of breaking my walls and leaving me quaking underneath. He makes me spill all my vulnerable truths and still makes me feel safe under his touch. It's heady and intoxicating.
It's torture.

Yet I want more of this, more of him. Suddenly, it's like he's the oxygen, and I'm struggling to breathe. Every inch of me wants him, no, craves him.

Blindly, I reached out towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pulled him close and clung to him with all my might.

His breathing hitched, but he didn't balk. I didn't know why he didn't push me away. It's wrong to hold him like this, to touch him like this, but I didn't care. At the moment, all I really wanted was to feel him close, to drown in his presence.

The warmth of his body against mine was intoxicating, and the world outside seemed to vanish. I felt his hands slowly rise, hesitating for a moment before resting on my back. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but sigh in relief.

I pressed my cheek against his chest, listening to the rapid thud of his heartbeat. It was a comforting rhythm, steadying the chaos in my mind.

I felt him inhale a deep breath as he sighed and wrapped me in his arms.

"Jaanvi," he murmured slowly, his thumb gently brushing my cheek, "what are you doing to me?"

I looked up at him, my heart pounding even harder. His eyes were filled with a mixture of confusion and something else—something deeper, more intense. "I don't know," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I just... I can't help it."

He closed his eyes briefly, pulling back as he whispered, "Jaanvi, we should probably—"

I looked at him then, a raw, vulnerable earnestness shining in my eyes. "Yeah?" I asked him, but no words came out of his mouth. It was like he was struck speechless, his blue eyes intently fixed on mine, making me lose myself in the depths of his gaze.

"Nothing," he finally said, his voice barely audible. "Just... stay close."

Relief washed over me as I leaned into him, resting my head against his chest. I didn't know what I’d have done if he had pushed me away. I wasn't ready for a rejection, not now, not ever again. His arms wrapped around me tighter, holding me as if he was afraid to let go.

"I will," I murmured, closing my eyes and letting the warmth of his embrace calm the storm inside me.

We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the storm outside forgotten. It was just us, two people finding solace in each other, the past's pain mingling with the hope of something new. And in that moment, I felt a flicker of something I hadn't dared to hope for in a long time—happiness.

That thought was like a sudden clarity, a puzzle piece clicking into place, showing me the full picture of what I could have. That's when a powerful realization dawned: I'm not just attracted to my husband, but I have deep feelings for him that I didn't think were possible.

I inhaled sharply, the sudden intensity of my feelings crashing against me like a freight train, forcing me to face the truth and not ignore it any longer.

"Arya," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "What are we doing?"

He took a deep breath, his chest rising against my face. "I don't know," he replied softly, his voice vibrating through his body and into mine. "But it feels right, doesn't it?"