Chapter 24

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"I'm sorry for tonight," I murmured as soon as we stepped into our room, the weight of the evening settling on my shoulders

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"I'm sorry for tonight," I murmured as soon as we stepped into our room, the weight of the evening settling on my shoulders.

Abhi paused, turning to face me, his eyes soft but questioning. "Why would you apologize for something you didn’t do?" he asked, his voice calm yet laced with concern.

I sighed, feeling the pressure of unspoken guilt tighten in my chest. "They’re my parents, Abhi. Anything they do wrong... it feels like it’s on me, somehow. Like I should’ve prevented it," I admitted, my voice trembling as tears brimmed my eyelids. I slumped onto the bed, staring down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze.

Abhi didn’t respond right away. Instead, he moved beside me, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. His presence was a quiet comfort, his calm energy radiating toward me. "I don’t believe that," he finally said, his voice steady and warm. "A person is always responsible for their own actions. You can’t carry their mistakes on your shoulders."

His words eased some of the tension inside me, and I turned towards him, searching his eyes. "You always seem to know the right thing to say," I said softly, a small smile breaking through the sadness. "Sometimes I forget just how wise you are."

"Oh, is it my wisdom that attracts you the most?" Abhi smirked, and I felt my cheeks suddenly flush with heat.

"That’s not—" I began, but he cut me off with a mock-hurt expression.

"So you don’t find me attractive," he said, feigning disappointment.

"What? No! Only a blind person wouldn’t find you attractive!" I blurted out, instantly regretting my outburst as I clamped my mouth shut.

Abhi’s smirk deepened. "I see," he drawled, his gaze dropping to my lips. My heart raced as he leaned closer, but this time, I didn’t close my eyes, afraid that he might vanish again like before.

"What do you want, Kashvi?" His voice was low, husky, the words brushing against my lips, igniting a fire inside me. Instantly, the air between us shifted.

I half-bit my lip, his eyes tracking the movement with a hungry intensity. "I want you," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.

A lopsided grin spread across his lips. "Want me? How?" he teased, his voice dripping with teasing allure.

Was he playing with me? Fine. "I want you in every possible way," I grumbled, my frustration bubbling up, but my desire was undeniable.

“Show me,” Abhi dared, his eyes challenging me.

I took a deep breath and pushed him onto the bed. He was caught off guard, and I seized the moment, straddling him.

He wants me to show him? Then I will. There's no reason to be scared. Besides, I’ve done my research.

My fingers trailed slowly from his throat to his chest as I leaned in to press a soft kiss to his throat, just like he does to mine—where it feels so incredibly good. The scent of his skin mixed with his cologne hit me as I kissed below his ear. I left a few lingering kisses before pulling back to meet his eyes.

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