Suddenly, the rain poured down heavily, drenching everything around them. Anjali looked at Aryan, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Without hesitation, she stepped into the middle of the downpour, smiling with her arms wide open, letting the cool rain wash over her.
She tilted her head back, eyes closed, savoring the moment as the rain hit her face.
Aryan watched her for a moment, captivated by the way she embraced the rain, her laughter echoing through the air. He couldn't resist any longer. Slowly, he walked up to her, gently placing his hands on her arms.
She opened her eyes, meeting his intense gaze. Without a word, he pulled her close, his hands sliding down to her waist. The rain blurred everything else out, leaving just the two of them in their own world.
They started swaying gently to the rhythm of the falling rain, their bodies moving in sync. Aryan twirled her, and she spun effortlessly, her wet hair clinging to her face as she laughed. When she came back to him, he caught her in his arms, holding her tighter.
Anjali rested her head on his chest, feeling his heart beating steadily beneath the soaked fabric of his shirt. They danced together, lost in the rain, the world around them fading into nothingness as their connection deepened with every step.
The rain poured harder, but neither of them cared. Aryan leaned down, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face, and whispered, "I could stay here with you forever."
She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with love. "Then let's stay here a little longer," she whispered back, pulling him even closer as they continued to dance in the rain, wrapped in each other's warmth.
After they finished their rain dance, they quickly got back into the car, laughing and dripping wet. Aryan started the engine, and they began to drive away. But suddenly, without warning, the car shut down.
"Kya hua?(What happened?)" Anjali asked, looking around in confusion.
"Pata nhi ;ruko mai check karta hu,(I don't know; wait, let me check,)" Aryan replied, stepping out of the car to investigate the issue.
Anjali watched as he pulled out his phone and made a call, his brow furrowing in concentration. After a few tense moments, he climbed back into the car, the rain still pouring around them.
"We're stuck," he said, his voice heavy with frustration.
"Huh? Now what?" Anjali asked, her heart racing slightly at the thought of being stranded.
"Maine mechanic ko bulane ki koshish ki, lekin ab der ho gayi hai aur koi bhi phone nahi utha raha. Lagta hai humein yahan raat guzarni padegi.(I tried to call a mechanic, but it's late, and no one is answering. It looks like we're going to be here for the night,)" Aryan admitted, glancing out at the downpour.
Anjali felt a wave of unease wash over her. "So, we're just... stuck in the car?"
"Mai maa papa ko inform kar deti hu they must be worried,(Let me inform Mom and Dad; they must be worried,)" she said, pulling out her phone to make the call.
After a tense few moments, she hung up. "They said it's fine; they'll wait until we get home," she said, forcing a smile. But as she looked at Aryan, the smile faded, and the weight of the situation settled over them.
In the stillness of the car, the only sound was the rain drumming against the roof. Aryan turned to her, his eyes reflecting the flickering light from the dashboard. "Toh ab hum kya karee ?(So, what do we do now?)"
Anjali felt the heat rising between them, the atmosphere charged with unspoken emotions. "I guess we just... talk?"
As if pulled by an invisible force, Aryan leaned closer, their breaths mingling in the confined space. "Or we could do something else," he suggested softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Before she knew it, his lips were on hers, capturing her in a kiss that started softly but quickly ignited into something heated. Anjali melted into him, her hands finding their way to his hair as she deepened the kiss, losing herself in the moment.
But just as quickly as it began, Aryan pulled back, breathing heavily, his eyes wide with realization. "Bun, Sorry I-"
"Please," she interrupted, her voice trembling slightly, tears brimming in her eyes. "Us raat ko mita do... please apne pyar se mita do use please.(Make that nightmare disappear—wash it away with your love, please.)"
Aryan's heart raced at her words. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her lips, and whispered, "Your wish is my command, Mrs. Taneja."
As he said this, he kissed her again, gently bending the seat back. The warmth of their bodies ignited a spark, and Anjali's breath hitched as Aryan's hand slid to the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle fitting together.
The world outside faded away; all that mattered was the intoxicating closeness they shared. Anjali's heart raced as she felt Aryan's fingers trail down her spine, sending shivers of electricity through her. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, craving every moment of this passionate connection.
"You're everything I've ever wanted," he whispered between kisses, his breath warm against her lips. The intensity in his gaze made her pulse quicken.
"AAH " he groaned while thrusting inside her and said "I LOVE YOU "while looking at her who was moaning mess beneath him
After some time, he collapsed beside her, both of them breathless from the intensity of the moment.
"I love you, Bun. Words can't express how much I adore you," Aryan whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he gazed into her eyes.
"I love you too, You make me feel so alive. I never knew I could feel this way."she sated
He brushed his fingers along her cheek, his touch gentle and tender. "You're everything I've ever wanted and more. I can't imagine my life without you."
Tears of happiness brimmed in her eyes as she leaned in, capturing his lips with hers in a soft, lingering kiss. Their hearts beat in sync, and in that moment, they both knew they were meant to be together.
"Let's promise to always be there for each other," She said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Always,"He replied, sealing their promise with another kiss, their love intertwining in the quiet intimacy of the car, surrounded by the soothing rhythm of the rain.
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Drenched Heart's || COMPLETED✔️||
Lãng mạn"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
