Fragrance of love

42.MAKE ME YOURS

As Saransh ended the call, he felt a small tug on his blazer. Turning around, he spotted a cute little boy standing there, a shy smile on his face. Saransh smiled back, amused, as the boy handed him a neatly folded letter before running off.

Curious, Saransh unfolded the note and read:

"The last surprise is still waiting for you. Come to room no. 37."

SARANSH

"As I entered the room, my eyes were met with a vision that left me breathless. Shanaya stood in front of the mirror, her slender fingers effortlessly styling her raven hair. The hot black dress hugged her curves, accentuating every contour of her body. I felt my pulse race as our gazes locked in the mirror's reflection.

Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and her lips curled into a sly smile. I was frozen, my heart hammering against my chest.

'Shanaya...' I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

She turned to face me, her dress shimmering under the soft lighting. 'Saransh,' she replied, her voice husky and inviting.

"My hands automatically grabbed her waist, pulling her close. She didn't resist; instead, she melted into my touch. Our bodies aligned, her curves pressing against mine.

Shanaya's hands slid into her clutch, producing a delicate bracelet. The gleam of gold caught my eye as she revealed the engraving: 'Shanaya ka Saransh'.

My heart skipped a beat. Those words, 'Shanaya belongs to Saransh', echoed the possessive feelings I'd long harbored.

She took my hand, her fingers intertwining with mine. With a tender smile, she fastened the bracelet around my wrist.

I smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging. 'im yours,' I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.

Shanaya's eyes sparkled. 'Forever mine,' she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I grasped her chin, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of her jaw. My eyes locked onto hers, the air thick with anticipation.

Then, in one swift motion, I smashed my lips into hers. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and all-consuming.

Shanaya's lips parted, inviting me deeper. Our tongues danced, the world around us dissolving into chaos.

Her hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. I felt her warmth, her pulse racing in sync with mine.

Time stood still as our lips moved in perfect harmony. The bracelet on my wrist seemed to burn with significance.

"I pulled away, gazing deep into her eyes. The spark within them was unmistakable.

'Today, I want to make you mine,' I declared, my voice low and husky.

Shanaya's response sent shivers down my spine: 'Make me yours.'

I claimed her lips again, our kiss fueled by unrelenting passion. The room around us faded, leaving only the two of us, lost in our desire.

With gentle urgency, I guided her toward the bed. Shanaya's eyes never left mine, her consent evident in every step.

As I laid Shanaya down on the bed, our eyes remained locked, the air thick with tension and desire. I slowly removed her heels, revealing her delicate feet. I kissed each toe, savoring the feeling of her soft skin against my lips.

AUTHOR'S POV

As Saransh slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his intense gaze never leaving Shanaya's face, he let the crisp fabric slip from his shoulders and fall to the floor. "Do you like what you see?" he asked in a low, sultry voice, revealing his chiseled abdomen and broad chest.