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Chapter 22: Love Bite

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Samira chuckled bitterly, her heart breaking a little more with each second of silence from Ahan. She shook her head, looking away. "I knew it... you'll never love me. After all, I'm not your type, right?" She turned to leave, bitterness and resignation mingling in her voice. But before she could take a step, she felt Ahan's hand grip her wrist, pulling her back to him.

In one smooth motion, Ahan brought her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist and drawing her against his chest, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Samira," he murmured, his voice low and steady, "you said you'd forget all this by morning, didn't you?" He lifted her chin gently, tilting her face up to meet his. Their faces were so close now that she could feel his breath on her lips. "Let's see if that's really true," he whispered, his eyes flickering with something she'd never seen before.

And before she could fully process his words, his lips were on hers, soft yet firm, passionate yet careful. His kiss was both a question and an answer, a confession he couldn't put into words. She froze for a moment, surprised by the tenderness in his touch, but then her hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer as she kissed him back. She let herself fall into the warmth of his embrace, her heart racing, her mind blank.

Ahan held her close, his hands resting on her waist as he bent down slightly to meet her, their lips moving in perfect sync. They backed up together, neither willing to break the kiss, until Samira felt her back press gently against a nearby table. Without hesitation, Ahan lifted her effortlessly and set her down on the edge, her legs instinctively parting to let him step between them.His hands settled on her waist, drawing her in, and as he leaned closer, their kiss grew deeper, filled with all the emotions they had kept hidden. It was as if all the pain, jealousy, and longing had melted away, replaced by the unspoken connection that had been simmering between them all along. And in that moment, there was no hesitation, no past hurts-just the two of them, lost in a kiss that neither of them wanted to end.

Ahan stopped himself and took a step back watching Samira's panting face. She kept her eyes close, resting her head on Ahan's chest. Slowly slowly sleep was taking over her.
Her face glowing under the dim lighting of the room, her smell for him is intoxicating.
He felt Samira's lack of movements and without waking her up very slowly and carefully lift and kept her on the bed, coving her with a blanket. It's already dawn. But he decided to get some sleep. So sitting at the edge of the bed he started taking off his shoes and ruffling his hair,

Ahan took a deep breath, his thoughts spinning as he tried to gather himself. He looked over at Samira, still asleep, her features softened by the dim light filtering in from the window. She looked peaceful, her breathing steady, and he couldn't help but feel an ache in his chest at how vulnerable she seemed. Her words from earlier replayed in his mind, haunting him. The pain, the longing, and that quiet admission... "I love you, Ahan."

He rubbed his face, trying to shake off the emotions that surged up within him. What am I doing? Why did I even kiss her? Am I... really starting to feel something for her? No, no, no... this is just the alcohol talking. It has to be.

But as he glanced back at her, Ahan felt the uncertainty creep in. He had kissed her with an intensity he hadn't anticipated, with a care he didn't even know he was capable of showing. She wasn't just a responsibility; she was... she was something more. And that terrified him.

Quietly, he finished taking off his shoes and settled on the edge of the bed, still a bit lost in thought. His mind flashed back to the moment when he had found her talking to the cat, pouring her heart out in a drunken haze. He'd learned so much about her that night-her pain, her insecurities, the weight of her past. And he felt a need to protect her, a feeling that felt both foreign and undeniable.

But then Mohini's presence loomed over his thoughts like a shadow, and he clenched his jaw. This new problem... Mohini. Just thinking of her stirred up a frustration he didn't quite understand. He knew she had her own intentions, her own agenda, and yet, there she was, intruding into his life again, adding more complications when things were already messy enough.

Exhaling deeply, he ran a hand through his hair, eyes still on Samira's sleeping form. He couldn't deny it-he was drawn to her. In ways he hadn't expected. But for now, he brushed those thoughts aside, chalking it all up to a mix of exhaustion and a long, draining night.

With one last look at her, he pulled the blanket over himself and settled down beside her, careful not to disturb her. Tomorrow will be complicated enough, he thought as he closed his eyes, hoping for a few hours of sleep.

Just as Ahan was drifting off, he felt Samira's arm slide over his chest, followed by her leg draping over his. He opened his eyes in mild frustration, shifting to try and move her off, but her hold only tightened. She nestled closer, her face pressed against his shoulder, sighing softly in her sleep as if she was perfectly at home there.

"Oh God, this woman..." he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a tired smile. "From now on, I'll make sure you don't touch alcohol at all..."

As if she somehow heard him in her sleep, Samira's lips curved into a small pout, and she snuggled even closer, mumbling something unintelligible. Ahan couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight-her adorable, sleep-filled face, her stubborn hold on him, as if she wouldn't let him go even in her dreams.

He sighed, a warmth spreading through his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. For once, the worries about Mohini, the doubts, and the questions faded away. Letting his arm rest gently around her, Ahan finally allowed himself to relax, his eyes growing heavy as he drifted off, comforted by her steady breathing and the warmth they shared. In the quiet embrace of the early morning light, he let sleep take over, feeling at peace.

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