He pecked my forehead and attached our forehead we were breathing heavily due to the ferocious kiss we have shared and damn god he is good, na! na! -fantastic kisser.
"How many times have you kissed before?"
"Never. Ahana never you are my first and...
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Age-26 Aah, Ishaan, stop," I heard Mahira's voice
"Just a minute" Ishaan.
My breathing hitched. It felt as if my heart was being squeezed, a sharp pang that left me shaking. Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to look up. I stared at the floor, unable to bear the sight of him kissing someone else.
The love of my life. Kissing someone else.
"Why does it hurt, Ahana?" My conscience mocked. "This would've happened sooner or later. She's his fiancée."
Yes, she is his fiancée, and I'm nobody. He has moved on. With that thought, I forced myself to speak.
"I'm sorry, I should've knocked."
"Oh, Ahana, it's nothing like you're thinking," Ishaan said, trying to explain.
Just then, Mahira's phone rang. I lifted my eyes and met Ishaan's gaze, and he was already looking at me, his expression unreadable.
"I'm so sorry, I have to leave. Papa is calling me. You both can finalise the designs. Bye, Ishaan. Bye, Ahana," Mahira said, her tone light, and she flashed me a quick smile before leaving the room.
The silence that followed was deafening.
I couldn't stand it any longer. The suffocating weight of the moment, the heavy air in the room, was too much to bear. I needed to leave.
I broke the silence, my voice steady but cold, "Here's the file. It contains sketches of the decoration, and this pen drive has some visuals. This is the best I can do. And if you still don't find it good enough, I suggest you hire someone else."
I placed the file and the pen drive on the table, my tone final. Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked out of the room, my heart heavy and my thoughts chaotic.
I was just about to twist the doorknob when a hand covered mine, and I was suddenly spun around, pinned to the door. I knew it was Ishaan. My gaze locked with his, my eyes already brimming with tears. The silence between us was heavy before he finally spoke.
"Koi sawal nahi puchogi?" he asked, his voice soft but intense.
"Kis haq se, Ishaan?" I replied, my voice trembling with a mix of pain and defiance.
"Ahana, aisa kuch nahi-" he started, but I cut him off.
"Mujhe koi fark nahi padta," I snapped, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
He took a step closer, his voice softer yet more pointed. "To ye ansu kiske liye? Bol do, Ahana, dard hua tumhe mujhe kisi aur ke nazdeek dekh kar."
He leaned in, our noses almost touching, our lips only inches apart. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, but I stayed still, meeting his gaze.
"Jab se tumse rishta toota hai, Ishaan," I said, my voice barely a whisper, "dard ke saath mera rishta aur bhi gehra ho gaya hai."
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To clear your confusion, this story will be going on two phases One with Ahana and Ishaan's past life (teen life ) And other with there present life .
Join us in the journey of Ahana and Ishaan life where - Love not always blooms sometimes it pricks.
