After an hour of silently watching the rain, Abhira finally shifted from Armaan's embrace, her warmth lingering against him as she settled back. Armaan looked at her, his gaze soft yet intent, the dim light casting shadows across his face.
"Feeling sleepy?" he asked, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for a moment.
Abhira shook her head, a hint of curiosity sparking in her eyes. "Not really. Actually... I wanted to ask you something. Why do you wear these glasses all the time?"
Armaan raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. "Why do I wear them? I can't see perfectly without them. You know that."
A playful glint danced in her eyes as she leaned closer, examining his face with new intensity. "But... they hide your eyes. I can't see them properly, I don't like it."
she teased, trying to catch
his gaze directly.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly removed his glasses and placed them on the table beside him. Turning back to her, he said softly, "Is this better?"
The deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver through her. She felt an unexplainable sensation stirring within, a subtle tightening low in her stomach. It was an unnamed feeling, but its intensity made her entire body tremble, her pulse quickening as she fought to steady her breath.
Armaan's gaze softened as he leaned closer, his face just inches from hers. "Should I come closer," he murmured, "so you can look into my eyes as deeply as you want?"
Abhira's breathing grew heavy, each breath shallow as she felt the weight of his piercing green eyes, his intensity rendering her motionless. She saw his gaze drift, settling on her lips, which parted slightly in anticipation. Her lips trembled, mirroring the shivers coursing through her.
Armaan leaned closer, his eyes holding hers with a quiet intensity. When she closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the moment, he brushed his lips against hers, soft and deliberate. This kiss felt different-deeper, charged with a mix of love, longing, and the unspoken desires that had been building be seen them.
Abhira melted against him, her fingers instinctively clutching his shirt, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. Their breaths mingled as their mouths found a rhythm, a shared passion that drove them deeper into each other. His arms wrapped around her, and she pressed into his embrace, letting herself dissolve into the sensation of him.
Under the blanket, their bodies pressed close, almost inseparable, their heartbeats echoing each other as their souls seemed to merge in that intimate silence. For a moment, they were one, lost in the closeness that spoke volumes, a connection that transcended words, leaving them both breathless and bound in each other's arms.
They finally broke the kiss, breathless yet still locked in each other's gaze. But the intensity in Armaan's eyes, mirrored in Abhira's, left no doubt-there would be no escape tonight. The unspoken desire simmered between them, crackling in the air like static.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Armaan's hand slipped under her top, his slightly rough fingers brushing over her bare skin. The unexpected contact made her gasp, a tremor running through her body as she instinctively tightened her hold on his collar. Her face flushed, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness in her wide eyes as she looked up at him.
She had always wanted to see his eyes without the barrier of those glasses, raw and unguarded, but she hadn't anticipated the effect they'd have on her. The depth of desire she found there seemed to melt her resolve, leaving her body weak under his gaze.
