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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Age-19
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, my heart felt a sense of peace. After all the turbulence and chaos, here I was, embraced by someone whose love felt pure and untainted. There was no pretense, no facade—just genuine emotions that wrapped around me like a warm, comforting blanket.
This is what I craved. His warmth, his arms around me, felt like home. Mera apna ghar—jahan mujhe sach mein sukoon milta hai. A place where my restless soul could finally rest.
But then reality struck me like a bolt of lightning. The weight of his arms suddenly felt lighter as I noticed the stares around us. We were at the main entrance, and every passerby seemed to be gawking at us—some with curiosity, others with knowing smiles, and a few with sheer judgment.
I felt heat rushing to my cheeks, and I stiffened slightly in his embrace. What must they be thinking? The thought made me shift uncomfortably, but a part of me didn’t want to pull away. Not yet. Not when this was the first time in days I felt something other than despair.
"Ishaan, your relatives—they're looking at us," I whispered, attempting to push him away gently. But instead of letting go, he pulled me closer, his arms tightening around me so firmly that it felt like even the air couldn’t pass between us.
"Let them," he said in a low, confident tone. "They're going to be present at our wedding in a few years anyway."
A small, involuntary smile tugged at my lips. His words, his certainty—it was hard not to give in. I let myself relax, resting my head on his chest. For the first time in days, I felt a flicker of light piercing through the darkness.
But the warmth and comfort didn’t last long. Something inside me stirred—a heaviness, a nervousness that refused to fade. I pulled back slightly and looked up at him. "Ishaan, I’m not feeling good. Can you take me to my room? But... after meeting your family," I added hesitantly.
I didn’t know why, but the thought of meeting his family filled me with unease. My palms felt clammy, and my heart started racing again, not from love but from anxiety. It felt like walking into an exam hall, the fear of failing looming over me. What if they don’t like me? What if I mess this up too?
