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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The ocean—a magnificent creation of God, beautiful yet dangerous. The way those waves crash against the shore, it’s as if each one is a memory of this place, hitting me with the force of its impact.
As I sit in the cab, heading towards the venue of the event, I find myself lost in my thoughts—or should I say, memories.
Goa. A place where I experienced my first love. Incomplete, yes, but love nonetheless. That event, that one encounter, forever changed the way I perceive love. I never imagined I would meet someone I could call mine in this very place.
I sighed, leaning back against the seat, the restlessness consuming me. It felt like something was about to happen, maybe because of this place.
I closed my eyes again, and his face appeared before me—his confused expression during our first interaction. A faint smile tugged at my lips, and in that fleeting moment, I wished I could be transported back in time, to relive those feelings once more.
But then, just as quickly, the day everything fell apart came rushing back. His words echoed in my mind, cutting through the air like a knife.
"I don't know anyone named Ahana."
I felt the sting of tears at the corners of my eyes and the frantic pace of my heartbeat. Unable to bear it, I lowered the window of the car, inhaling the fresh air, desperately trying to calm the storm within me.
And in that moment of quiet, I whispered to myself, "Why, God? Why me?"
Aaravi had asked me to accompany her to the success party of one of her new clients, a diamond business owner, being held here in Goa. As I checked the details for the venue where we'd be staying, a wave of numbness swept over me when I saw the name—Ibis Resort.
It was the exact place where Ishaan and I first met.
Why did they have to choose this place? I couldn’t bear the thought of reliving all the emotions tied to this place again, the memories that still lingered like ghosts.
But I quickly gathered myself, reminding myself it was just for a day. We were here for the party, and then we’d leave.
Yet, as I stepped into the resort, the flood of memories hit me like a wave. Flashbacks rushed in, overwhelming me with the moments we shared here. The private beach where we’d stargaze together—well, I was the one gazing at the stars, but he... he was gazing at me.
