𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 16

"Don't you think you should be punished for talking about another woman?" Khirad whispered huskily in Arsam's ear.

For a moment, Arsam took a sharp breath, caught off guard by her seductive move. His heart swelled with pride; the way she got jealous over him always warmed him. He pulled her closer, making her sit on his lap. Khirad, though nervous, put on a brave face, trying to maintain her composure.

Arsam chuckled internally.

Khirad leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers.

She was in control, dominating the kiss. In no time, his shirt found its way to the floor, and Khirad bit and soothed his skin, her touches playful and hungry, like a kitten.

Arsam revealed in every moment her jealousy, her possessive marks, and her sudden courage. It was a new beginning for their love, deeper and more intense.

Khirad, too, didn't fully understand where her newfound boldness came from, but whatever it was, it felt beautiful.

That evening, Arsam was working on his laptop while Khirad prepared tea for him in the kitchen. After making the tea, she handed him a cup and stepped out onto the balcony with her own.

The gentle breeze stirred emotions within her. She was lost in thought when she suddenly felt Arsam's arms wrap around her from behind. Startled, she turned to face him, her eyes glossy, betraying the emotions she was trying to hold back.

"Aap theek hain?" Arsam asked, his voice laced with concern.

She nodded, but Arsam could tell she wasn't alright. Maybe she was missing her brother, her parents. He hugged her tighter, gently resting her head on his chest.

"Sab theek ho jayega, jaan," he whispered, pecking the top of her head.

Khirad clutched his shirt, her voice barely audible as she mumbled, "Kuch theek nahi hoga..."

Arsam froze for a second, realising the depth of her words. He tightened his hold on her, wishing he could take away her pain. Feeling helpless when she was sad tore at him, but he knew he had to comfort her.

Suddenly, the sound of rain broke the heavy silence between them. Arsam glanced at the rain and smiled.

"Apko barish kesi lagti hai?" he asked softly, hoping to distract her.

"Bohat achi," she murmured, her voice distant but soft.

"Chalein, phir barish mein dance karte hain?" he said with a grin.

She looked up at him, her expression confused. "Dance?" she repeated, as if processing his suggestion.

"Haan, ab chalein," he said, taking her hand and leading her toward the backyard.

The moment the rain hit her skin, Khirad's worries and sadness seemed to melt away. Rain has a way of washing away more than just the ground. It cleanses the soul too. Arsam held her close, spinning her around as they both laughed. They were soon drenched, but Khirad was smiling again, and Arsam's heart swelled with joy.

Barishein bohat kuch bheegati hain unme se ek ankhein hain…

She pulled him close by his collar, crashing her lips into his. It was a passionate kiss, one full of everything she felt at that moment. When they broke the kiss, she whispered seductively, "It's one of my fantasies."

A blush crept up Arsam's cheeks. He looked down, suddenly feeling shy.

"I also had a fantasy," he confessed, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

"What?" Khirad asked, a hint of suspicion in her voice.

"Dance in the rain," Arsam said, hope glinting in his eyes.