His Lavender forever

chapter 11

Wese to mein update nhi dene wali thi par kya karu mein tum logo ko wait karte hue nhi dekh sakti as a reader.i also know we can't sleep if the suspense remains and guys there first kiss,abhi aur mature content ayega abhi kiss se kaam chalao.

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As soon as I felt his burning gaze lock onto me, my breath caught in my throat. My chest tightened, my heart thudding like a war drum. Why did I always feel like this around him? The moment my eyes met his dark, seething ones, a cold shiver ran down my spine. I had to look away-I couldn't hold his gaze, not with the weight of his unspoken words crashing over me.

I quickly let go of the hand I was holding-the hand of the man I had been dancing with. It was just a harmless dance, or at least that's what I had thought. But the way Abhimaan was looking at me, with that dangerous intensity, told me he saw it differently. My pulse quickened as a knot formed in my stomach. Did he really care?

Before I could make sense of it, his large hand wrapped around my wrist-firm, possessive. His grip sent a jolt of something through me-fear, excitement, or maybe both. Without a word, he began dragging me away, his silence louder than any words he could have spoken. I could feel the eyes of others on us, their curious glances piercing through the fog of my confusion.

I didn't fight him. I couldn't. Something about the fire burning in his eyes told me this was not a battle I would win. People stared as we moved toward the exit of the club, but I was too lost in my own turmoil to care. Was this jealousy? Rage? Why did he care?

When he threw me into the car, the silence between us was thick, suffocating. I wanted to scream, to ask him what the hell his problem was. But the words wouldn't come. Instead, I sat there, staring at him, trying to understand this enigma of a man who constantly shut me out but couldn't seem to let me go.

The car's interior felt charged with tension. He kicked the wheel in frustration before climbing in, the sound echoing in the confined space. His jaw was clenched, and his knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel. My heart raced as I glanced at him, desperately searching for a sign of what he was feeling. I wanted to bridge the distance between us, to reach out, but I was rooted in place, paralyzed by uncertainty.

The tension in the air was palpable as he sped down the nearly empty roads, the only sound between us the hum of the engine and my shallow breaths. The city lights blurred past, and I was lost in my thoughts, wondering if he would ever let me in.

Suddenly, the car jerked to a stop on the side of the road. I watched, startled, as he got out and opened my door. His fingers gripped my arm tightly as he pulled me out of the car, pinning me against the door. His body was close-too close-and his eyes bored into mine with a fury that made me tremble.

"What the hell were you doing in there?" His voice was dangerously calm, but the storm brewing in his eyes was anything but serene. I could feel his rage simmering beneath the surface, and it terrified me.

"I was just dancing," I managed to say, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrayed me, shaking slightly.

"Dancing?" His voice was low, but the venom in it was unmistakable. That word-it grated on my nerves like sandpaper. She danced with someone else. Laughed with him. Touched him. While I stood there, watching, unable to breathe.

"You never danced with me like that," I accused, my voice rising slightly in defiance. The bitterness seeped into my words, and I could see the shift in his expression-a mix of regret and anger.

"Maybe because you never let me in!" I shot back, my heart racing with the heat of our argument. "You shut me out from your life, and now you're asking me why I haven't danced with you?"

His eyes narrowed, and I could see the conflict churning within him. "There's a reason I shut you out, Sanaya," he growled, his voice low and controlled. I could see the muscles in his jaw twitching as he fought to keep his composure.

"Then tell me the reason!" I demanded, the frustration boiling over. "I deserve to know, Abhimaan!"

"I can't!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the night air. The sheer intensity of his emotions sent a thrill down my spine, but it was laced with fear. "My world is filled with danger, with enemies who would do anything to hurt me." He stepped closer, his hands tightening on my arms as if anchoring me to him. "You're my weakness, Sanaya. If they knew how much you meant to me, they would try to destroy you."

My heart ached at his words. The vulnerability behind his anger was evident, and for a moment, I could see the man beneath the fierce exterior. "Then don't push me away," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Let me in. I'm not afraid of your world if you're with me."

His expression softened for a moment, and I could see the flicker of hope in his eyes. "Are you sure? Once you're in, I won't let you go. Ever."

"I don't want to leave you, Maan," I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. I felt a rush of warmth at calling him by that name, and the connection between us deepened.

"Say that again," he urged, his breath hitching as he searched my eyes for sincerity.

"I don't want to leave you, Maan."

Hearing me call him 'Maan' again seemed to unlock something in him. His lips captured mine once more, but this time the kiss was softer, slower, filled with emotion instead of anger. My hands moved to his shoulders, then tangled in his hair as I kissed him back, finally letting go of the fear I had been holding onto.

"God, you taste like mine," he whispered against my lips, his voice husky with desire. "Your taste... it's my new addiction."

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as he pulled away, smiling at my reaction. "You're looking like a goddess tonight," he murmured, his gaze softening. "Like someone made just for me to worship."

The blush on my cheeks deepened, and I couldn't help but smile as he buckled me into the car and drove us home.

A few minutes later, I broke the silence, still basking in the afterglow of our kiss. "Maan, Pihu was also with me. Who's going to drop her home?"

Abhimaan's voice softened slightly as he replied, "She'll be fine. I asked Abhiraj to take care of it."

Relief washed over me, and I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding. The thought of Pihu being safe eased the tension that had built up inside me during our confrontation.

As we sat in comfortable silence, I glanced out the window at the passing scenery, the city lights reflecting in my eyes. I was still processing everything that had happened between us, the highs and lows, the passion and anger.

When we reached home, the atmosphere was different-charged but calm. After changing, we settled into our room, exhaustion washing over us. I lay next to him, stealing glances at his profile as he stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"Goodnight, Maan," I whispered, feeling the warmth of his presence enveloping me.

"Goodnight, Lavender," he replied, turning to look at me. The corner of his mouth twitched into a small smile, and I couldn't help but return it. In that moment, I felt a flicker of hope, a promise of what was to come.

As we drifted off to sleep, I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together. I felt safe, knowing that Abhimaan was finally letting me in, and maybe, just maybe, we could navigate the complexities of his world side by side.

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