Will the ex-lovers Amrit and Veer ever get back together? Will the secret crush Randhir and Radhika ever confess their feelings to each other? And will the boy Anirudh ever be able to express his feelings to the girl Nivedita? To find out, we must d...
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It was a serene afternoon at the picnic spot, with the sun casting a warm glow and a gentle breeze flowing through the trees. Veer and Amrit sat together, enjoying the tranquility of the moment. Veer playfully patted his lap and said, "Come, sit here."
Amrit looked at him with a mix of shyness and disbelief. "Are you crazy? No way!" she protested, crossing her arms. But Veer, persistent as ever, teased her with a mischievous smile, "Oh, come on, Amrit. You know you want to."
After a moment of hesitation, she relented, carefully sitting on his lap, her cheeks flushed. Veer grinned, pulling her a little closer, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "See? Not so bad," he whispered.
As they sat there, the closeness between them grew. Veer tilted his head toward her, his eyes lingering on her lips. She understood his unspoken intention, her heartbeat quickening. Tentatively, their lips met, soft and hesitant at first. Amrit found herself clutching his back, then his neck, as the kiss deepened. Their heads tilted instinctively, the kiss becoming more passionate.
She let out a soft moan, and he responded with a deep groan, pulling her closer. Veer's lips trailed from her lips to her neck, pressing gentle kisses that sent shivers down her spine. Amrit's head tilted to the side, giving him more access as his lips brushed against her skin.
When his teeth grazed her neck for the first time, a new sensation coursed through her. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips, followed by a moan she couldn't suppress. The slight pressure of his teeth on her sensitive skin created a thrilling mix of pain and pleasure. She held onto him tighter, her hands roaming across his back, his chest, and into his hair, lost in the moment.
Veer's hands moved to her back, rubbing and exploring, pulling her closer as if trying to merge their souls. Amrit shyly yet eagerly reciprocated, her fingers tracing patterns over his chest. As his lips returned to her neck, he sucked gently, leaving his first mark—a hickey. Neither of them noticed the lipstick stain now smudged on his shirt's collar or the faint mark on her own neck.
Caught up in the intensity, Amrit suddenly pushed him back, her breathing ragged, her cheeks glowing with embarrassment and excitement. Veer looked at her with a dazed smile, his own breath uneven.
As both sat beside each other, both were catching their breath, the weight of the moment hanging in the air. Veer leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, running his hands through his hair and over his forehead, trying to compose himself. Amrit, on the other hand, nervously fixed her hair, her fingers trembling slightly.
Just as she was about to stand up, Veer's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down. She landed abruptly close to him, her eyes widening in surprise. "Veer, chhodo mujhe! Koi dekh lega," she pleaded, glancing around anxiously.
He smirked, pulling her even closer. "Toh dekhne do," he whispered mischievously, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. As his fingers grazed her cheek to fix her hair, she flinched and closed her eyes, the touch sending a shiver down her spine.
