OH OVERWHELMING LOVE!

✨CHAPTER 33✨

 
"Cheers to two imperfect pieces that fit perfectly together........................."

Vatsal’s gaze dropped to her lips, just for a second, but that single glance made her heart skip. She swallowed hard, unable to break the intensity of the moment. Every nerve in her body seemed to buzz with anticipation, the air between them thick with a tension that neither could ignore.

Shubhita found herself leaning in, barely a breath separating them now. Her body was betraying her mind, her every instinct drawn to him, despite the warnings flashing somewhere in the recesses of her thoughts. She knew she shouldn’t—knew that this playful game of teasing banter had led them into unfamiliar territory—but she couldn’t help it. The pull was too strong, too overwhelming.

Vatsal shifted again, his face just inches from hers now. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, the faintest brush of his lips hovering near but never quite touching. Her heart pounded in her chest, and every inch of her was screaming at the proximity, the intoxicating heat radiating from him.

“You’re acting strange today, Vatsal,” she murmured, her voice coming out more breathless than she intended. Her words were meant to sound steady, but they wavered, betraying the rapid-fire thoughts running through her mind.

He didn’t respond right away, just kept looking at her, his eyes tracing the contours of her face with an intensity that sent her pulse racing. Then, slowly, deliberately, he leaned in closer. His lips hovered near her ear, his breath warm and teasing as he whispered, “Strange? Is that what you think this is?”

Shubhita’s breath caught in her throat, her body frozen under the weight of his proximity. His voice was low, almost a murmur, but the effect it had on her was anything but subtle. A slow, involuntary shiver ran down her spine, and she found herself unable to speak, the air between them crackling with unspoken desire.

Vatsal chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich, and it made her even more aware of how much control he had in that moment. He was enjoying this—the power he had over her reactions, the way her composure was slipping. His fingers ghosted lightly along her arm, the touch featherlight but enough to send her nerves alight.

“What’s wrong, Shubhita?” he asked, his voice still teasing but softer now, as if he were genuinely curious. “You seem… distracted.”

She swallowed, struggling to find her voice, but it came out barely above a whisper. “I’m not distracted. You’re just… you’re too close.”

“Am I?” His smile widened, the mischief in his eyes unmistakable. He didn’t move away, didn’t give her the space she so desperately needed. Instead, he edged closer, his face inches from hers now. “But you’re not stopping me.”

Her cheeks flushed, the heat rising to her face as she felt the weight of his words settle over her. She didn’t move. She couldn’t. The tension was too thick, too intoxicating. It wasn’t just his teasing anymore; it was the way he was looking at her, as though he knew exactly what he was doing, and he wanted her to admit it.

“Vatsal…” Her voice was barely audible, her body betraying her desire to resist. She should say something, stop him before it went any further, but the words wouldn’t come. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts, but none of them were strong enough to break through the haze of the moment.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her temple now, not quite a kiss but close enough that her skin tingled under the softness of the touch. Her breath hitched, and she felt her heartbeat hammering in her chest, the air between them thick with the tension of unspoken words and undeniable attraction.