He pecked my forehead and attached our forehead we were breathing heavily due to the ferocious kiss we have shared and damn god he is good, na! na! -fantastic kisser.
"How many times have you kissed before?"
"Never. Ahana never you are my first and...
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Dreams aren't always what we want. Some dreams are forced upon us, while others are reflections of what we deny ourselves. The dreams I've been having lately-the ones where he's there-aren't what I want right now. Or maybe... just maybe, I'm too scared to admit they are my deepest desires.
After waking up from yet another dream of him, I quickly shook off the lingering emotions and changed into a butter-yellow sundress, its soft, flowy material comforting me in some inexplicable way. I couldn't let my emotions control me today-not with so much to do. A quick glance at the mirror revealed my dark circles peeking through, a reminder of the sleepless nights he has stolen from me. I dabbed on some concealer, applied a little tint to my cheeks and lips, and pulled my hair into a loose bun. Functional but presentable.
I grabbed the file with my designs for the pool party and slipped into my flats. With a deep breath, I left my room, ready to dive into the chaos of the day.
The lounge area was already buzzing with workers setting up for the party. I spent a few moments directing them, ensuring the decor was bright and vibrant to match the Vivid Summer theme. Pops of color, beach umbrellas, and floral arrangements-it was all falling into place. But as I moved toward the pool area, I suddenly froze at the sound of a sharp scream.
"Evaaraa!"
It was Di's voice, and her panic sent shivers down my spine. My heart lurched as I dropped everything and sprinted toward the sound. Near the edge of the pool, I saw Di kneeling, her face drenched in tears, pointing toward the water.
And there she was-Evara. My sweet, delicate niece, struggling in the pool, her tiny arms flailing as her cries pierced the air.
"Someone, please save her! I don't know how to swim! Please, Evaaraa!" Di's voice was raw with desperation, her hands trembling as she pleaded with anyone around.
Without a second thought, I jumped into the water. The cold shock barely registered as I swam with all my might toward her. Each stroke felt like an eternity, but when I reached her, she clung to me tightly, her trembling body pressed against mine.
"It's okay, baby," I whispered, my voice shaky but determined. "I've got you."
I focused on getting her to the edge of the pool, ignoring the splash behind me. Nothing mattered more than Evara's safety. As soon as I reached the side, Di pulled her from my arms, wrapping her in a protective embrace.
"Thank you, Ahana. Thank you," she sobbed, clutching her daughter as if she'd disappear if she let go.
"Take her inside," I urged, gently touching her shoulder. "Get her warm. Don't worry about anything else right now."
She nodded and hurried off, leaving me standing by the pool, soaking wet and exhausted. It was only then that I turned around to see what had caused the splash earlier.
Ishaan.
There he was, standing waist-deep in the pool, his gaze fixed on me. His white shirt clung to his muscular frame, outlining every curve of his chest and abs. Damn it. Even now, in a moment like this, he managed to look like he'd walked straight out of a Bollywood dream sequence.
