His sukoon : His junoon

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ENJOY :-)

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Isha stirred awake, the faint morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. For a moment, she forgot where she was, until the steady weight of Rudransh's arm draped over her waist pulled her back to reality. His face was nestled into her neck, his even breaths brushing softly against her skin.

Her heart fluttered as the memories of the previous night surfaced, making her cheeks flush. She could still feel the warmth of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, and the way his words had sent shivers down her spine.

But more than that, she felt safe. For the first time in what seemed like forever, there was no anxiety gnawing at her chest, no fear lurking in the corners of her mind. Rudransh's presence was overwhelming, yet comforting.

Turning her head slightly, she caught a glimpse of his peaceful expression. The hardened mafia leader, feared by many, looked almost boyish in his sleep, his usual intensity replaced by a rare softness. Her lips curved into a small smile as her fingers itched to brush the stray strands of hair from his forehead, but she hesitated, not wanting to disturb him.

What if he woke up?
I don't wanna be fl of novels who get caught trying to admire the ml in sleep. It will be so embarrassing.

Though her mind was in denial, her fingers automatically closed the distance to his face. She traced his dark eyebrows and slowly moved to his frown-free forehead. He looks good like this. No worry, no anger, no emotionless facade.
She slowly traced her finger to his sharp nose and then to his lips. The soft skin felt like cotton under her fingertips. She touched him so tenderly, as if he might break if she applied too much pressure. Her fingers worked on tracing his lips when they puckered into a pout, and he pecked her finger.

A gasp resonated from her, and she tried to remove her finger when her hand was grabbed.
"Feels good, don't remove them," he murmured, his tone deeper because of sleep. He sighed and pulled her even closer, his arms wrapping around her waist.

Isha felt the bare arm on her waist and thought her shirt might have ridden up. Her eyes widened when she felt her bare chest coming into contact with his. Her cheeks burned as she latched onto him to hide herself but accidentally pressed even more onto him.

"Fuck," a throaty grunt escaped Rudransh as he tightened his hold on her waist to stop her from moving. "Don't move, Isha."

She ceased her movements and lay there in his arms, her face burning while her stomach fluttered with butterflies.

They laid like that for a few minutes when "what were doing , stella?"  Isha froze, her heart skipping a beat as his words sank in. His sleepy voice, husky and deep, sent a wave of warmth spreading through her chest.

"I..." she stammered, trying to find the right words, but her voice betrayed her nervousness.

Rudransh's lips curved into a lazy smile, his eyes still closed as he pulled her impossibly closer. His arm tightened around her waist, and she was acutely aware of the warmth of his bare skin against hers.

"Caught you admiring me," he teased, his voice laced with amusement, though his eyes remained shut.

"I-I wasn't!" she protested, her cheeks turning crimson as she attempted to push away, but his hold was firm.

"Hmm," he hummed, finally cracking one eye open to look at her. The intensity of his gaze, even in his half-asleep state, made her breath hitch. "You can touch me all you want, Isha. I don't mind."

Her cheeks burned brighter, and she opened her mouth to retort, but his playful smirk turned into a soft, affectionate look. He leaned forward slightly, his forehead brushing against hers.