Her protests melted into the kiss as his lips moved against hers, drawing her into the moment. When he bit her lower lip gently, a shiver ran down her spine, and she found herself responding, her hands clutching his shirt.
After what felt like forever, they broke apart, both slightly breathless.
"Kitna bolti ho tum," Aahan teased, smirking down at her.
Arushi blinked up at him, flustered. "Aur tum kitne besharam ho," she shot back, but her reddened cheeks betrayed her tough tone.
Aahan chuckled, pulling her closer by the waist. "Besharam toh tum ho, jo BTS ke hip thrusts pe itna drool kar rahi thi. Wifey material toh ho, par loyalty questionable hai!"
Her eyes widened in shock. "Tumne dekha?!"
"Dekha? Tumhaare expressions record bhi kar liye hote agar mere paas time hota!" he said, grinning wickedly.
"Ek minute... kya kaha? Loyalty questionable hai, huh?!" Arushi suddenly realized his words and turned on her heels, her expression switching from disbelief to fiery determination.
Aahan blinked, immediately sensing trouble as she began advancing toward him.
"Oh hello, Mr. Aahan Taneja! Tum meri loyalty pe shak kar rahe ho? Pata hai, saath saal se same group ko stan kar rahi hoon. Seven years! Aur tum keh rahe ho meri loyalty questionable hai?"
She poked his chest with each word, making him step back until he bumped into the edge of the bed.
Arushi wasn't done yet. "Ruko, tumhe abhi dikhati hoon meri loyalty."
She marched to her cupboard, flung it open, and dramatically gestured to the treasure trove of BTS merchandise inside.
"Yeh dekho! Unke liye alag se scrapbook hai, customized photocard sleeves hain, limited edition albums hain—sab kuch! Aur haters? Unko toh main khud sew kar deti hoon!"
Aahan stared, wide-eyed, as she proudly showcased her collection, her rant growing fiercer by the second.
"Chirgoze! Tum meri loyalty—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Aahan grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her toward him. The sudden pull sent her toppling onto him, her hands landing on his chest.
"Arre! Kya—" she began, but her words were cut short as his voice dropped to a husky whisper.
"Janta hoon sab," he murmured, his lips mere inches from hers. "Mazak kar raha tha. Tumhari loyalty toh kya, tumpe kabhi shak nahi hoga. Pyaar karta hoon... bahut zyada."
His words softened her fiery demeanor instantly. Their eyes locked, the intensity of the moment melting away her anger. Aahan gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her cheek.
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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...
