" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 "
Advait Agnihotry... He was my pride.
My heart.
The reason I breathed.
But now... now for the first time in my life-I qu...
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Their foreheads remained pressed together, eyes closed as they shared the same breath, his warm exhalations fanning over her nose. She nervously clutched the hem of her kurta, her heart pounding in her chest. His hand gently stroked the pulse point at the side of her neck, eliciting a small, irresistible smile that touched her lips.
Diya expected nothing, yet she was receiving everything she had ever dreamed of.
“It’s almost on the verge of blind trust,”
The simple statement sent her heart into a wild, frantic rhythm, causing the fluttering butterflies in her stomach to go berserk. The blush she fought so hard to suppress threatened to bloom across her cheeks. She couldn’t open her eyes—no, eye contact would be too intense right now. She wasn’t strong enough to withstand the weight of his gaze, nor did she possess the power to look directly into his eyes. It was too raw, too vulnerable. Eye contact felt like being stripped bare, exposing every inch of her soul.
Advait, ever the valiant one, opened his eyes, eager to take in the sight of her flushed, beautiful face. He loved it—the effect he had on her was intoxicating. She was so incredibly responsive to his slightest touch; even a mere glance from him could send her into a frenzy, and he noticed every single time. It stroked his ego in the most satisfying way, making him feel smug about his impact on women. But this time, it was different. She was different. Diya wasn’t just any woman; she was the one he intended to spend his entire life with, the one who had vowed to stand by his side through every trial and triumph, every moment of joy and sorrow.
His gaze traveled slowly from the part in her hair, where she had carefully applied her vermilion, a symbol of their bond. Some of the red powder had smudged, likely because of his own hair brushing against it. With a tender touch, he gently wiped away the smeared vermilion, his thumb caressing her forehead as he cupped her face.
Their eyes met and locked, a powerful connection sparking between them, sending tingling sensations racing through their bodies. The close proximity between them was driving him insane. His eyes, usually so stern and resolute, betrayed the turmoil within him as they lingered teasingly on her lips. Those soft, inviting lips… As if responding to his unspoken desire, her lips parted slightly, and he felt a surge of longing.
Advait shifted closer, the tension between them becoming almost unbearable. For a man who wouldn’t so much as blink if a naked woman stood before him, it was astonishing—even amusing—that a mere eye contact with her could unravel him so completely. He loved the sensation, the way she made him feel, but deep down, in the darkest corners of his guarded heart, he disliked the idea that someone had this much control over him. That someone could make him feel both elated and vulnerable, and the worst part was, she wasn’t even aware of the power she held over him. Diya, meanwhile, saw something in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat. Her own eyes mirrored the intense emotion she saw in his dark, smoldering gaze.
