Stars Crossed | Re-writing

ᡣ𐭩 fifteen

Mayura's POV

Vihaan and I cuddle on the bed.

He rests his chin on top of my head, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. My palms press against his muscular chest, feeling his pulse rage under my touch.

Our legs entwine, the distance between us reduced to the breadth of a hair. His right hand is laid out straight, under my head. His left hand rests on my side. My shirt moves up a bit to reveal my waist.

Vihaan moves his palm to my exposed skin, drawing patterns on my waist with his rough fingers.

"I am sorry, Mayura. I shouldn't have done that to you." He says, his voice thick with guilt and shame. "No matter what my circumstances were, I didn't have the right to hurt you. Please forgive me, Jaan. Can... you give me another chance?"

I gulp the lump in my throat, finding it hard to breathe. My chest feels tight, my eyes moist with tears that I don't want to shed in front of him. My hands tremble and I pull them away from his chest. I turn away from him to face the wall.

His warm breath falls on my neck, the air thick with anticipation. His body is tense, the curiosity of my answer crushing him.

"Hmm," I nod slowly, pulling my knees to my chest. Vihaan's hand wraps around my stomach, pulling me against his chest. He carefully straightens out my legs, his other hand wrapping around my shoulders.

The proximity between us increases my trembles. Vihaan notices.

Shit shit shit!

I hiccup, scared, and immediately cough a few times to mask it up.

His weight shifts and he reaches for the thick woollen blanket that had fallen on the floor. Opening it, he drapes it over us, lying down close to me. He places his palm on my forehead, his eyes full of worry.

He speaks. I cannot hear him, his voice muted out by my happiness on having him back.

The familiarity of his warmth, the movements of his muscles against my skin. The scent of his classic shaving cream and body lotion. The proximity between us - I missed it all so much.

My Vihaan. The man I love to eternity, is back with me.

What else would I want?

To be in the arms of the man I love, to be cherished and loved by him. His voice is a soothing lullaby, driving away all my fears and worries.

My anchor. My home. My happiness. My heartbeat.

My everything.

"Jaan," his voice is a hypnotic call, urging me to drown in its depths. To surrender to his will and be with him completely.

My heart aches badly. A stubborn itch makes me want to hug him tight and feel that everything is right. My eyes burn from the unshed tears, my skin burning in places he's not touched.

A void is forming between us. I cannot tolerate this distance. I want to be the closest to him. I roll over to face him and decide to take the chance.

He can get angry, grumpy, and complain as much as he wants - but I need him. I'll die without him, without his touch. He is my every reason to living.

I... don't want to be away from him. Ever.

With all my hope, I wrap my arms around his shoulder as tightly as possible. My face buries against his chest, while I use my entire strength to stay close to him.

He is stiff in shock.

I hear him gulp, his chest heaving in a tight motion.

"I've lost too many people, Vihaan. I don't want to loose you." I manage to say, my voice and heart breaking with every passing second. His indifference cuts my heart like a knife, everyone moment making me regret my decision.