THE IInd DECISION

42.kya h ?

Ayan Pov:-

I kissed her, and she kissed me back. Her hands slipped into my hair, tugging softly, while mine cupped her cheeks, pulling her closer. Her arms then wrapped around my neck, bringing us even tighter together. I murmured, "Ashi," and she responded with a breathy, "Huh..." not breaking the kiss, not wanting to stop.

In the heat of the moment, my hands found their way to her blouse strings. One by one, I loosened them—first one, then the second. My heart pounded as I reached for the third string, but I paused, looking into her eyes for consent. Her eyes, wide and pleading, locked onto mine, and she was struggling for breath. Seeing her silent approval, I gently untied the last string.

Her blouse loosened, but still clung to her chest, the only thing keeping her covered was the mere inch separating us. One step closer, and I would have access to everything, my paradise within reach. But instead of moving forward, I looked at her, savoring the moment. Her beauty, her vulnerability—it wasn't just about desire anymore.

I leaned down, pressing soft kisses along her neck, feeling her tremble beneath my lips. Her collarbone beckoned, and I left a trail of kisses there too, before noticing a small mole near the side of her throat. I kissed it gently, my lips brushing her skin as I continued down to her throat. She shivered, her breath hitching as her eyes fluttered closed.

I stopped for a moment, just watching her. She wasn't meant for this—not now, not like this. She wasn't just a desire to be fulfilled. She was delicate, like a flower, one too precious to be plucked too soon. A warmth spread through me, a realization that made me pull back.

I smiled softly as I adjusted her blouse, carefully tying the strings I had just untied. I gently straightened her pallu, covering her once again. Her eyes opened slowly, filled with confusion as she watched me. I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, a sign of respect, of love.

"Go home, Ashi," I said, my voice soft but firm.

She blinked, twice, then a third time, trying to process what had just happened. "Okay," she whispered, still dazed as she turned to leave.

Just as she reached for the door, I caught her hand one last time. "Don't wear a saree next time," I whispered, letting her hand slip from mine. A part of me knew I was holding back for her sake—because if I didn't, I'd ruin her.

And she deserved more than that.

Aashi Pov:-

I stepped inside my mother's house, but my heart refused to calm down. The entire evening had left me feeling both flustered and excited. I liked him—I knew that much—but tonight felt different, more intense. I let him in, let my walls down, and yet, why did he say not to wear a saree next time?

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't shake his words. The memory of him—so close, yet pulling away—lingered like a ghost in the corners of my mind. I couldn't sleep. Grabbing my phone impulsively, I typed out a message, "What will you do if I wear it next time, huh?" I hit send before I could second-guess myself.

His reply came almost instantly, "Don't even think about it, jaan. I'm the only one who gets to make you wear it, and I'm the only one who gets to take it off. Be ready by 8 AM tomorrow—we're going back home."

My eyes widened in shock, heat rising to my cheeks. Haan? How could he say something like that? But instead of feeling embarrassed or cringing, I caught myself smiling. Damn it! I was blushing like a schoolgirl.

Trying to distract myself, I hurriedly changed out of my saree, slipping into trousers and an old t-shirt. But even as I settled into bed, the events of the night refused to leave my head. We kissed. His lips had been on mine, then on my neck, trailing down to my throat... I swallowed hard, the sensation still fresh. And those eyes—his deep brown eyes—so intense they made everything else fade away.