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¤MAHA-CHAPTER¤ ▪︎Author's Pov▪︎ {PART-2}
The crisp morning air carried a chill, and heavy clouds veiled the sun, hinting that something significant loomed on the horizon. It felt almost like a warning, as if telling couples to brace for a storm that could change everything—whether that change would be beautiful or heartbreaking was still up to them and the strength of their bond.
"Why are you hiding, love?" Ashvik teased, watching Amaira bury her face in the bouquet of flowers he'd given her before they'd gotten into the car.
"Stop it, Shiv." Amaira scolded, trying in vain to cover up the blush that painted her cheeks. She knew exactly why he was in such a playful mood.
They had crossed a beautiful, intimate milestone the night before.
Since dawn, Ashvik hadn't missed a single chance to tease her, relishing the way she flushed with embarrassment. He felt a surge of happiness, knowing they had become one in every sense of the word.
Driving her to the auditorium for her debut concert in Mumbai, Ashvik's face lit up with mischief. "Baby." he called, his voice playful as the convoy of security vehicles trailed at a safe distance.
"Shiv!" Amaira shot him a warning glare, which only made his grin grow wider.
"Alright, alright." he chuckled, tapping the car's touchscreen to play a song. As the music filled the car, Amaira, who had been gazing out at the cityscape, froze. Her eyes widened at the lyrics.
Raat ka nasha abhi... Aankh se gaya nahi...
A shiver ran down her spine when Ashvik's hand slid to her clothed inner thigh, giving it a tight squeeze. Leaning in close, he brushed his lips against her ear, his voice a low whisper. "Raat ka nasha abhi utra nahi hai, Jaan."
(The night's magic hasn't worn off yet, has it?)
Amaira quickly grabbed Ashvik's hand before it could venture further, her touch firm but trembling. Ashvik bit his inner cheek to suppress a grin, feeling a wave of pride knowing that even his slightest touch had such an effect on her. It was a definite boost to his ego.
His hand brushed lightly over the fabric, grazing her sensitive spot and sending a wave of heat through her. She squeezed her thighs together instinctively, trying to steady her breath. But when his thumb pressed firmly over her jeans, she gasped, her voice catching as she whispered, "Shiv..."
"Jaan." he murmured, keeping his eyes on the road but leaving his hand teasingly on her thigh.
