.☪︎˚𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ☆ ˚⋆
"Ek ghar, makaan toh hai na Shehnaaz tumhare paas!!"
"Par aap nahi ho na! Mere liye ghar, sukoon, sab aap ho Siddharth! Chaar deewar ka makaan ya koi aur nahi"
𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐚𝐚𝐡
╰┈➤ 𝓐 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓯𝓾...
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𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲’𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩,
Siddharth’s heart raced as he hesitated, asking the question that had haunted him. “Toh tum mujhse khula nahi logi na? Hum ek hai... aur humesha rahenge na?”
Shehnaaz paused, her gaze lowering for a moment. His breath caught as he watched her, and then, to his horror, she shook her head. The world stopped.
“Hum ek kaise ho sakte hai, Siddharth? Humara saath hai... aur phir aur bachche bhi toh honge,” she teased, her smile softening the moment. Relief washed over him, and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Tumne mujhe dara diya,” he said, pulling her into a tight embrace, his hands gently caressing her hair as he placed a soft kiss on her head. He didn’t want to let go, not just yet.
“Mujhe sirf aisi wali Naazo pasand hai,” he murmured, pressing more tender kisses on her hair and temple.
Shehnaaz tightened her grip on his shoulder, pulling him closer until his full weight rested on her. He laughed in amusement. “Meri jaan, kya kar rahi ho?” he chuckled between breaths.
“I want to feel you more, Siddharth. It’s not enough,” she whispered, her voice soft as she nestled her face deeper into his neck, her fingers threading through his hair, occasionally clutching them.
He pressed a soft kiss on her jaw, and she inhaled sharply, pulling him closer, dipping his head into her neck as her hands continued to tangle in his hair.
Siddharth pulled away slightly, his gaze intense as he looked at her face. She cupped his cheek, meeting his stare, gently tracing his beard with her thumb. He kissed her palm and placed it back on his cheek, locking her other hand in his, a gesture both protective and sensual.
She blushed, lowering her gaze to their intertwined hands. Siddharth gently lifted her chin, making her look at him again, his eyes filled with adoration, as if he was gazing at the most beautiful creation in the world.
He leaned in, planting soft, wet kisses near her chin, causing her eyes to flutter shut at the sensation. “Can I?” he whispered, brushing her lower lip with his thumb. She opened her eyes, nodding, her lips parting in anticipation.
