Aashiqui Aa Gayi🧡🍁🧡 ✓

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Disha stood frozen, her breath hitching as Manish's confession echoed in her ears.

The weight of his words pressed on her chest, making it difficult to comprehend what had just happened.

It was surreal-this moment she had imagined countless times yet never expected to experience.

Her mind swirled in confusion, unsure how to react, so she remained still, her eyes wide, her heart racing.

Manish's heart sank with each passing second of her silence.

A cold fear gripped him, gnawing at the edges of his hope.

What if she didn't feel the same?

He steeled himself, taking a step back as the warmth of her proximity faded.

His voice faltered, "I'm sorry... just pretend you never heard anything."

He began to turn away, regret washing over him, but before he could move, he felt her hand grasp his.

The sudden touch startled him, and he looked down at her.

She was still silent, but there was something in her eyes, a flicker of determination. "Kiss me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Now, it was his turn to freeze.

He hadn't expected that-hadn't dared to hope she would say those words.

His throat dried, and he swallowed hard. "Disha... are you sure?"

A small smile curved her lips, her cheeks tinged pink. "Just kiss me, or I'll find someon-"

Her teasing words were cut off as his mouth claimed hers.

The force of the kiss took her by surprise, and she stumbled slightly, but his arm quickly wrapped around her waist, holding her steady, pulling her closer.

Manish kissed her with a hunger he had held back for too long.

He kissed her as if the world would end the next second, like she was his last breath, his salvation.

Disha felt her insides flutter, her body melting into his, every nerve alight with sensation.

His lips devoured hers, and when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she felt as if the earth had vanished beneath her feet.

Her mind spun, drowning in the intensity of the moment.

It was nothing like she had ever imagined; it was more.

He poured every emotion-every ounce of love, longing, and desire-into the kiss, and she matched him, returning his fervor with equal passion.

Their lips moved together in a wild, desperate dance, the world around them disappearing.

When they finally pulled apart, both gasping for air, their heavy breaths filled the space between them.

Disha's lips were swollen, her face flushed, her eyes glazed with desire.

Manish's gaze darkened, his eyes smoldering with unspoken emotions.

They didn't need to speak-their eyes were already saying everything.

But Disha broke the silence first, her voice soft but teasing, "Jawab dena padega ya jawab mil gaya?"

Manish blinked as her words sank in, realization dawning on him like a storm crashing over him.

She loved him.

She had loved him all along.

His chest swelled with happiness, a grin tugging at his lips as he replied with playful mischief, "Kya yeh jawab ek baar aur mil sakta hai?"