Lucky To Have You

Peace and safe

Ananya felt Varun's arms tighten around her as he pulled her closer, his body warm and protective.

Her mind was still swirling from the kiss, from the intensity of the emotions that had just flooded her. She could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear, and it was strangely comforting, grounding her in the moment.

She lifted her head slightly, her face still close to his, feeling the heat from his breath as he spoke. "I know you don't owe me anything, Ananya, but I just need you to know how much you mean to me," his voice was low, almost a whisper, and there was a raw honesty to it that made her chest tighten.

Ananya didn’t know what to say. She had always been independent, always focused on herself and her work, but with Varun, everything felt different.

His protectiveness, his jealousy—it all made her feel wanted, cherished, in a way she had never really experienced before.

"I... I don’t want to lose you," Varun continued, his hands gently brushing through her hair as if he was trying to soothe both himself and her.

Ananya looked up at him, searching his face for some trace of doubt, but there was none. His gaze was unwavering, steady, and full of something that made her heart ache.

"You won’t lose me," she whispered, her hands finding his, holding them in hers. "I’ve never been as sure of anything as I am about you."

Varun’s eyes softened, and for a moment, the jealousy and tension faded, replaced by something more tender.

His thumb brushed over her knuckles in a soothing motion as he let out a long breath, his lips curling into a small, almost shy smile.

“I just… I care about you more than I know how to say,” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers again.

Ananya’s heart melted at the sincerity in his voice. She reached up, cupping his face gently, and kissed him softly, this time slow and tender, the way they both needed after everything that had passed between them.

His lips responded with equal gentleness, his hands resting at her back, pulling her closer, as if he never wanted to let go.

As they pulled away, Ananya smiled up at him, her voice soft but filled with conviction. “I don’t need anyone else, Varun. Not when I’ve got you.”

He sighed, a sound of relief mixed with something deeper, almost possessive. “Good. Because I don’t share what’s mine.”

Ananya laughed softly, the tension easing between them as they stood there in the quiet of her room, their foreheads still resting together.

The words “mine” didn’t feel suffocating or controlling, but rather like a promise—one that both of them needed in that moment.

Varun pulled back a little, but his hand stayed on her waist, keeping her close.

She had always kept so much to herself, built walls around her emotions, but with him, it felt like maybe she didn’t have to. Maybe it was okay to let him in.

Varun’s eyes softened, his lips curling into a genuine smile. “I promise. We will be together, Ananya. Always.”

And as he kissed her again, this time more softly, more like a vow, Ananya knew that whatever happened, they would figure it out together. No matter how complicated things got, they had each other, and that was all that mattered.