"In the midst of India's vibrant streets, a tale of love, revenge, and secrets unfolds. A young girl harbors a hidden truth, one that could bring catastrophic consequences if revealed. Meanwhile, a boy searches for someone, his heart fueled by a thi...
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As morning sunlight danced across his face, Aagah groaned, shifting positions to blanket Haya beneath him. He nestled his face into the warmth of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin.
Minutes ticked by before Haya stirred, her eyes fluttering open to find Aagah's arms wrapped tightly around her. His face burrowed deeper into her neck, sending shivers down her spine as his warm breath caressed her skin.
"Aagah!" she whispered, her fingers weaving through his hair.
"Hmmm..." he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.
"Wake up, it's morning already," Haya urged, gently tugging his hair.
Aagah merely hummed, snuggling deeper.
"Get up, it's 8 o'clock," Haya insisted, her voice laced with amusement.
"Five minutes more," Aagah pleaded, his voice muffled against her neck.
But Haya stood firm. "No, get up."
Aagah's response was a gentle "ummm...please, five minutes more."
Haya's words trailed off as Aagah's lips began tracing a trail of fire across her neck. She clutched his hair, her other hand fisting the bedsheet as a moan escaped her lips.
"Ummmm..." she breathed, lost in the sensation.
Haya's cheeks burned brighter as Aagah's lips brushed against them, his gentle kiss sending shivers down her spine.
"You look beautiful when you blush," he whispered, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
The five minutes he'd begged for were now over, and with a sly smile, he tossed off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"Let's get up, then," he said, standing and stretching, his muscles rippling beneath his skin.
He padded into the washroom, leaving Haya still reeling from the intensity of their morning.
She lay there, frozen, her heart racing and her cheeks aflame. The shock of Aagah's sudden affection still lingered, making her breath catch.
As she heard the water running in the washroom, Haya slowly regained her composure, a shy smile spreading across her face.
She threw off the covers and slipped out of bed, her feet bare and her hair tousled. With a quiet laugh, she began to make the bed, her hands moving with a newfound lightness.
The sound of running water stopped, and Aagah emerged from the washroom, a towel slung low on his hips.
"Breakfast?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Haya nodded, still feeling the warmth of his kiss on her cheeks.
"I go get ready," she replied, disappearing into the washroom.
