REYA SHARMA
She's got the eyes of innocence, the face of an angel. A personality of a dreamer and a smile that hides more pain than you can ever imagine.
VAYUSH KASHYAP
"...Her eyes make me think of wide open skies that I've never actually seen, onl...
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As I lay beside him, the silence of the room wrapped around us, broken only by the soft rhythm of our breaths. The warmth of his body next to mine was reassuring.
I could feel the slight tremor in my own heartbeat, a mixture of nervousness and excitement, like standing on the edge of something both familiar and entirely new.
He turned his head to look at me, his eyes searching mine as though asking a question without words.
"We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. His voice was so gentle, so filled with care that it made my heart swell.
There was so much kindness in his gaze, so much love. It was one of the things I cherished most about him—how he never rushed me, always checking in to make sure I was okay.
"I know," I said softly, meeting his gaze again. "But I want this." I felt the words resonate deep within me as I spoke them, the certainty growing stronger.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice a quiet murmur, as his fingers gently brushed against the back of my hand.
I smiled, feeling a slight blush rise to my cheeks. "A little nervous," I admitted honestly, but then I squeezed his hand.
"But more than anything, I'm just... happy to be here with you."
His smile grew, soft and reassuring, and I could feel the tension in my body slowly ebb away. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.
He kissed me again, it was slow and deliberate, a kiss that spoke volumes without a single word.
As the kiss deepened, I felt our connection intensify. There was something so natural about being close to him, like we had been building toward this for so long.
His hands moved slowly, respectfully, tracing gentle patterns on my back.
It was calming, grounding me in the present, making me feel safe and cherished. I let out a soft sigh as his lips moved from mine to trail down my jawline, planting delicate kisses along my neck.
My skin tingled under his touch, and with each kiss, I felt more connected to him, more ready to take this next step together.
He paused, looking up at me with those gentle eyes again, his hand resting on my cheek. "You're sure?" he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes," I replied, my voice steady, but filled with emotion. "Claim me, Vayu!"
The words hung in the air between us, and I could see how much they meant to him, the way his expression softened even further, the way his smile reached his eyes.
