𝙁𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

Chapter 39 - The kiss

❝ Zindagi ne ki hai kaisi saazishein
Poori hui dil ki wo farmaishein
Maangi duaa ek tujh tak jaa pahunchi❞

Akshit's Pov

"May I kiss you, Tiara?" My voice was rough with desire, barely louder than a whisper. Her wet dress clung to her body, and my jacket offered little cover, only adding to the intimacy of the moment. Her damp hair framed her face, making her look like a dream-my dream. I found myself falling for her all over again. Our eyes locked, and in the heat of the moment, my gaze dropped to her lips. Before I knew it, the question slipped out.

Her lips parted slightly, and it was then that I realized what I'd asked. Panic surged through me as I looked at her, terrified that I'd made her uncomfortable. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed a deep red. Embarrassment flooded my senses. Why did I have to act like a desperate teenager? But something about this moment felt different. I locked eyes with her again, trying to find the right words, but they came out as a stammer. "I... I didn't mean to... it's just... you... I-" Before I could continue, she smiled, her voice soft and sweet as she said, "You can kiss me, Akshit."

My heart skipped a beat. Her smile widened, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. She blinked twice, then gently grabbed my hand, pulling me closer. She leaned in and pecked my lips before pulling back, laughing lightly as she said, "There! Done!"

Her cheeks were now fully flushed, her earlier confidence giving way to shyness. It all felt surreal, like I was under a spell. But that spell shattered with her playful words.

I smirked and said, "As much as I appreciate it, sunflower, that's not how it's done."

Tiara's Pov

I tried to be playful when he looked panicked, worried that he'd made me uncomfortable. But the truth was, I wasn't uncomfortable at all-quite the opposite. Butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach, and I found myself wanting to kiss him more than anything. To be honest, I was glad he asked.

But my attempt at playfulness faltered the moment I saw the spark of mischief in his eyes. His comment about teaching me sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could react, his hand was at the back of my neck, pulling me closer. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of us as he leaned in. I was nearly out of my seat, but it didn't matter-he was so close that nothing else existed.

Then his lips were on mine, and everything else faded away. If that peck had been butterflies, this was a full-blown zoo erupting in my stomach. His lips moved against mine, firm yet soft, and I felt myself melting into the kiss. My mind went blank as he bit down gently on my lower lip, causing my mouth to part in surprise. In that instant, his tongue grazed mine, sending a shockwave of sensation through my entire body.

The kiss deepened as our tongues began to explore each other in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The warmth of his mouth and the gentle pressure of his lips were intoxicating, but it was the way his tongue teased and tasted that completely consumed me. A soft moan slipped from my lips, and he answered with a low groan that vibrated against my mouth, sending a shiver straight through me.

His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, while his other hand rested on my thigh. The rough texture of his thumb brushed against the fabric, sending sparks of electricity through the layers of clothing, making my skin tingle with anticipation.

Our breathing grew heavier as we lost ourselves in the kiss, every sensation heightened, every touch electric. The feel of his tongue stroking mine was intoxicating, making me dizzy with desire. I clung to him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kissed him back with everything I had.