ENIGMA

Date 2

Author's Note

Hey, lovely readers!

A little heads-up before you dive in—this story contains sensitive content, so please proceed only if you’re 18 or older.

I want to say, I’m writing this purely out of love for storytelling. There’s no pressure, no targets—just me sharing something close to my heart. If you happen to enjoy it, your support would mean the world to me! Every bit of love and encouragement keeps me inspired to keep going.

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Arnab laughed, leaning back slightly but not breaking the intimacy of the moment. “Alright, stop overthinking.”

“I’m not overthinking,” she protested, her confidence returning in small bursts. “It’s just… I’ve never felt like this before.”

He nodded, his expression softening even further. “Me neither. But with you, everything feels… good.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and for a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the warmth of their connection. She felt safe, free, and truly seen—something she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

The atmosphere between them was light but charged, the kind of warmth that lingered in the air even after the moment passed. Arnab reached for the cold drink can she’d set aside and handed it to her.

“Here,” he said, his tone teasing again. “You look like you could use this to cool down.”

She rolled her eyes but took the can, nudging his shoulder with hers.

"You’re perfect,” he shot back, earning a laugh from her.

They stayed like that, the conversation flowing easily once more, but now with an added layer of closeness—a bond that felt unshakable. The kiss was just the beginning of something deeper, something, and neither of them was ready to let go of anytime soon.

As the lighthearted banter faded, the room grew quieter, the tension between them thickening like an unspoken pull neither could ignore. Arnab’s eyes locked onto hers, the playfulness replaced by something deeper, more intense. He leaned in again, brushing her lips with his, the kiss slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second.

Inaya responded this time with more certainty, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw before curling into the fabric of his shirt. The kiss deepened, the world outside fading into irrelevance.

Arnab pulled back slightly, his lips trailing softly from her mouth to her jawline, then to her neck. Inaya gasped, the unexpected sensation sending shivers down her spine. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her breath hitching as his kisses grew more purposeful.

"Arnab," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper filled with both surprise and an unspoken invitation.

He paused, looking at her with a mix of affection and hesitation, searching her eyes for any sign of uncertainty. But her gaze held nothing but trust and a shared sense of abandon.