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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"Be a part of the most happening day of my life. I got engaged today. How's my ring?"
I asked her again, my voice sharp and mocking, watching her fragile body trembling under the weight of her sobs. She was breaking, just as I had planned. This was supposed to feel satisfying, watching her crumble the way I did eight years ago. But instead, it felt like someone was driving a dagger straight into my chest. It hurt—her pain, her tears—it hurt me in ways I couldn’t explain, as if her suffering was somehow my own.
No, I couldn’t let this weaken me. Not now. Not after everything she did. I tightened my jaw, anger surging through me like wildfire, consuming every trace of doubt. She didn’t answer my question, choosing instead to turn away from me. The audacity. Did she think she could escape this confrontation?
Before she could take another step, I grabbed her elbow and spun her around, slamming her back against the cold pillar. The force of the action made her gasp, her wide, tear-filled eyes locking onto mine. We were so close now, I could feel the uneven rhythm of her breath mingling with mine. Her chest heaved, her rapid heartbeat echoing the storm in my own chest.
“Answer me!” I demanded, my voice low and dangerous, the anger in my tone barely concealing the turmoil beneath.
Her lips trembled, her tears spilling like rivers down her flushed cheeks. My eyes scanned her tear-stricken face—red, swollen eyes, her nose tinged pink from crying. And despite it all, despite the anger coursing through my veins, I still found her the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Why? Why, even now, after everything, can’t I suppress this infernal pull toward her? She betrayed me, shattered me into pieces, and yet she still has this power over me. It infuriated me to my core.
“You don’t get to walk away from me again, Ahana. Not this time. You’ll answer my questions, and you’ll face every ounce of pain you left me with. Do you hear me?” My voice was venomous, my grip tightening on her arm as if I feared she’d slip away again.
Her silence was deafening, her tears falling like they held the answers she refused to give. My anger boiled over, and I leaned in closer, my voice a seething whisper against her ear.
