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CHAHAT MEHRA is a 25-year-old woman living in the fast-paced city of Delhi. She seems strong and independent, building a...
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"Do you want to know how much I want you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Chahat's eyes locked onto his, her heart pounding in anticipation. She nodded slightly, her lips parting in expectation.
Before she could even process what was happening, Aakarsh's lips crashed onto hers, pulling her into a passionate kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their desire.
As their lips remained locked in a passionate kiss, Aakarsh's hands slid down to her wrists, his fingers wrapping around them like a gentle vice. Without breaking the kiss, he slowly lifted her arms, pinning them against the wall above her head. Her wrists were now caged in the hold of his hands, his fingers intertwined with hers as he deepened the kiss.
Chahat felt a thrill run through her veins as she was trapped against the wall, her body pressed against Aakarsh's. She was at his mercy, and yet, she felt a sense of safety and security in his arms. The kiss grew more intense, their lips moving in perfect sync as the world around them melted away.
Aakarsh's body was pressed against hers, his chest heaving with every breath. His hands held her wrists firmly, but gently, as if he was afraid of breaking her. The kiss was all-consuming, leaving them both breathless and wanting more.
As Aakarsh pulled away from the kiss, Chahat's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. For a brief moment, they just stared at each other, their chests heaving in unison. Aakarsh's eyes searched hers, seeking reassurance that she was okay.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his breath whispering against her skin.
Chahat's nod was almost imperceptible, a slight tilt of her head that spoke volumes. Aakarsh's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his face inches from hers.
Without another word, Aakarsh's hands slid down to her waist, his fingers wrapping around her like a vice. He pulled her close, their fronts colliding as he claimed her lips once more. The kiss was deeper, more passionate, as if the brief pause had only fueled their desire.
