Lucky To Have You

First kiss

Ananya stayed in Varun’s embrace, savoring the warmth of his touch, the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek.

It was as though the world outside—the expectations, the criticisms, the demands—all faded away, leaving just the two of them in this quiet, intimate space.

For once, she felt like she didn’t have to be anything or anyone other than herself.

After a while, she pulled back slightly, lifting her gaze to meet his. There was something in his eyes—a softness, an understanding, and an affection that seemed to go beyond words.

She felt a surge of gratitude, her heart swelling with emotions she hadn’t expected. And for the first time in a long time, she felt like maybe, just maybe, she could let someone into her world.

Varun brushed a thumb across her cheek, his touch so gentle that it sent a soft warmth radiating through her. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”

Ananya’s lips curved into a smile, her heart beating a little faster as she looked up at him. Without really thinking, she found herself leaning closer, drawn to the warmth in his gaze, the comfort of his presence.

Her heart raced as her face inched closer to his, and for a brief, exhilarating moment, she wondered if he was thinking the same thing she was.

Varun’s hand slipped down to her waist, drawing her a little closer, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

He didn’t rush; he simply waited, his gaze locked onto hers, as if giving her the choice, the freedom to decide. Ananya’s heart pounded in her chest, and she realized, with a thrill of excitement, that she wanted this—wanted him.

Slowly, she leaned in, her eyes fluttering shut as her lips met his in a soft, tentative kiss. The world seemed to melt away entirely, leaving only the warmth of his lips against hers, the steady grip of his hand on her waist.

His kiss was gentle, patient, as if he had been waiting for this moment as long as she had. Her heart soared, and she let herself sink into the softness of his embrace, feeling cherished, valued—something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

When they finally pulled apart, her cheeks were flushed, her heart racing. Varun gazed at her with a look of such tenderness that she felt a wave of happiness wash over her. She smiled shyly, a little breathless, but undeniably happy.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now,” Varun admitted, a soft, almost bashful smile crossing his lips.

Ananya laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with a newfound warmth. “Then what took you so long?”

He chuckled, his hand gently brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Maybe I was waiting for the perfect moment.” He paused, his gaze growing serious but tender.

“I know things have been complicated for you, Ananya. And I don’t know everything you’re going through, but… I want you to know that I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as he held her close. “Always,” he whispered against her skin, the word filled with a promise that made her heart skip.

They stood together in that quiet embrace, the unspoken promise hanging between them. In that moment, Ananya knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, with Varun by her side, she could face them all.