**Next Morning**
Arushi and Anjali woke up with severe headaches. As Anjali attempted to get out of bed, her phone buzzed. Still groggy and hungover, she picked up the call.
"Uth gayi maharani?" Aryan's voice came teasingly from the other side.
"Haan, par sar kaafi dard de raha hai," she replied, massaging her temples.
"Hoga hi. Itna piyogi toh," he remarked, sighing as he remembered the chaos of the previous night.
"Hai kya?!" she frowned.
"Haan, kal tum dono ne puri do bottles pi li—woh bhi akele," Aryan said with a mix of exasperation and amusement.
Anjali groaned as fragmented memories of the night began to resurface. The two continued chatting, with Aryan teasing her now and then while she tried to defend herself.
After sometime;
Arushi frustrated and a bit jealous as she recalled last night's events, walked through the beautifully decorated venue, lost in thought.
Aahan followed closely behind her, noticing her mood.
She abruptly turned, her frustration evident. "Chahiye kya tumhe?" she snapped.
He looked at her, his voice soft but determined.
"Tum... tum chahiye. Tumhari khushboo ko mehsoos karna chahte hoon. Tumhare un hothon ko choomna chahte hoon. Jahan tum kadam rakho, use chhoona chahte hoon. Tumhare aansuon ko moti banana chahte hoon. Tumhe... sirf tumhe apna banana chahte hoon," he confessed, his words dripping with raw emotion as he pinned her gently against the wall.
Arushi stared at him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Her voice cracked as she said,
"Jhoothe... tum mujhe bhi un ladkiyon ki tarah..."
Her words were cut short as Aahan silenced her with an aggressive, passionate kiss.
Time seemed to freeze as his lips conveyed the emotions he had bottled up for so long. When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless.
"Vo ladkiyan kuch nahi hai, Arushi. Tum... tum yahan rehti ho," he said, placing her hand over his chest, where his heart raced wildly.
Arushi looked at him, her tears spilling over as a smile broke out on her face. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, this time softly, whispering between their lips, "I love you, idiot. Love you so much."
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Drenched Heart's || COMPLETED✔️||
Romance"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
