SHIVI'S POV
As we entered the restaurant, the grandeur of the place momentarily took my breath away. The soft glow of the chandeliers, the elegant ambiance-it was like stepping into another world. But before I could fully take it all in, he turned to me with a gentle smile, extending his hand toward me. His gesture was so natural, so filled with quiet affection, that I couldn't help but smile back as I placed my hand in his.
His touch was warm and reassuring as he led me further into the dining room, guiding me through the soft, romantic lighting. When we reached our table, he didn't just let go-he gently guided me to my seat, never once breaking our connection. With a fluid motion, he released my hand and moved to the chair, pulling it out for me with a graceful ease.
It wasn't just the action itself that struck me, but the way he did it. There was a tenderness in the way he made sure the chair was positioned just right before gesturing for me to sit. His eyes never left mine making me go all red. Only two of us were present living the waiters.
I took my seat, my heart fluttering at the chivalry and care in his every move. As I settled into the chair, he pushed it in gently, making sure I was comfortable before taking his place across from me. The entire gesture was simple yet profoundly romantic, filling me with a warmth that made this moment even more special.
As dinner began, I was surprised to see all my favorite dishes laid out before us. It was as if he had known exactly what I would love, down to the smallest detail. The aroma of the food filled the air, making my mouth water, but it was the thoughtfulness behind it that truly touched me.
As we started eating, the conversation flowed effortlessly. We talked about everything and nothing at all, laughing at the silliest things. Watching him enjoy himself so much, seeing this softer, more carefree side of him, was incredibly endearing. There was something so genuine, so pure about the way he was in this moment. It was almost as if we were in our own little world, where nothing else mattered except for the two of us and the joy we were sharing.
As the evening went on, I couldn't help but think about how much I loved seeing him like this. It was cute, in a way I hadn't expected. This side of him, the one that could let loose and just enjoy the moment, was a side I wanted to see more often-because it made me fall for him just a little bit more.
After dinner, as we sat there in the comfortable warmth of our evening together, a sudden question slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. "What about Vedika? What did you do?"
The moment the words left my lips, I saw his expression change. The playful, lighthearted mood we had been enjoying vanished in an instant, replaced by a serious, almost guarded look. He paused, and I felt a twinge of fear in my chest. What had I done by bringing her up?
I watched him closely, my heart pounding, as he got up from his seat. He walked over to where I was sitting, and I could feel the tension building inside me. I looked up at him, my eyes searching his for some hint of what he was thinking. His hand rested on the table for a moment and other hand on my chair caging me before he gently raised my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. My fear spiked-I had never seen him look at me this way before.
But then he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Just know that she will no longer interfere in our life," he said, his tone firm but reassuring. "She means nothing to me. You mean a lot to me now-only you and no one else. You don't even know how much I love you."
His words left me still, completely surprised and overwhelmed. I couldn't think, couldn't process what he was saying. The depth of his feelings, the intensity in his voice-it was more than I had ever imagined. I sat there, frozen, as he gently raised my chin a little higher, his eyes never leaving mine.
And then, before I could react, he leaned down and kissed me. His lips met mine with a tenderness that melted away all my fears and doubts. In that moment, nothing else mattered-only the feeling of his kiss, and the realization that his words were true. He loved me, and I could feel it in every touch, every breath we shared in that kiss.
As he slowly broke the kiss, his hands gently cupping my face, he whispered those three words again, "I love you." The softness in his voice made my heart race, and before I could even catch my breath, he kissed me again. This time, he pulled back just enough to whisper once more, "I love you a lot, more than you think."
With those words, he kissed me again, more passionately than before. The intensity of his kiss left me completely overwhelmed, my thoughts spinning. I couldn't process it, couldn't fully grasp the depth of his feelings or the way his love poured out through every touch, every word. All I could do was surrender to the moment, lost in the overwhelming emotion of it all.
As he broke the kiss, his hand still firmly yet gently holding my chin, he tightened his grip just enough to make me focus on him entirely. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "You love me?" he asked, his voice low and filled with a need for reassurance. My mind was a whirlwind, unable to fully grasp what was happening, but I nodded, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and desire.
I wanted more-needed more. Without thinking, I whispered, "Kiss me."
His eyes darkened with emotion as he responded, "I won't stop. You sure?"
I nodded again, my voice lost to the overwhelming desire to feel his lips on mine again. In an instant, he lifted me effortlessly like a teddy bear hugging, cradling me against his chest like I weighed nothing at all. I clung to him, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, my heart pounding as I looked into his eyes. The closeness, the intensity, was almost too much, making me nervous and excited all at once.
TO BE CONTINUE....
