The Rathore's Family

Initial Embrace

Advait's heart clenched at her words, but he couldn't bring himself to show it. His anger, his frustration—it all boiled to the surface as he watched her turn to leave, her back to him, as if she was running away from everything—him, them, the pain.

He asked, "Where are you going now?" His voice was slow, almost like a warning.

"I'm going to die; does it matter to you?" The only words slipped from her mouth. He stood abruptly from the bed, grabbing her hand, closing the door behind them, and pinning her against it. He looked at her, and she felt a surge of fear at the sight of him now.

But he didn't speak. He bent down and placed his lips on hers, The kiss was a storm wrapped in tenderness. His lips moved against hers with a steady intensity, speaking a language words could never convey. It was neither rushed nor forceful, yet there was a quiet urgency in the way he held her—like he was afraid she might slip away.

His hands on her neck were firm, grounding her, while his lips were gentle but deliberate, brushing against hers with a reverence that sent shivers down her spine. . Time seemed to stretch, their breaths mingling in a rhythm only they could hear, leaving her heart racing and her thoughts a chaotic swirl of emotion.

Drishti’s chest tightened. She tried to pull away, but his hands were like iron bands, holding her in place. His lips pressed harder against hers, but instead of calming her, it ignited a storm of emotions—fear, anger, confusion. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, the intensity of the kiss making her feel both trapped and lost.

"Please... stop," she whispered, her voice shaky, but her heart was louder than her words.

He didn’t respond, his lips continuing to claim hers, as if he couldn’t stop, as if it was the only way to make her understand.His kiss wasn’t a plea for love—it felt more like a way to silence her, to smother the things he hadn’t said but should have.

Drishti’s hands went to his chest, pushing against him with all her strength, but he only tightened his grip. His breath was ragged against her skin, his frustration pouring out with every movement. She felt a surge of panic rising inside her, the air growing thin as the reality of the situation hit her.

She didn’t make another attempt to push him away, knowing deep down that she couldn’t. His lips moved over hers, nipping at her bottom lip with a rough tenderness, and she could feel the intensity of his emotions, as if his entire frustration and regret were being poured into that one kiss. When he finally pulled away, he looked at her, his eyes clouded, almost drunk with anger and something else—something she couldn’t name.

His eyes were a mystery she couldn’t figure out—was he angry, or was he scared of losing her? But they held something deeper, something unspoken.

They showed emotions he had never expressed, a mix of fear and pain that words couldn’t capture. In that moment, his eyes said more to her than he ever had.

She tried to meet his gaze, her own voice trembling as she asked, “Wh... what were you trying to do?” Her eyes searched his, but his intense stare stayed fixed on her, as if he wanted to say so much more but held back, afraid his words might hurt her.

“Trying to tell you how much you matter to me,” he said softly, his voice filled with raw emotion. Lost in the moment, he gently caressed her cheek, his touch both comforting and electrifying.

She fell silent, her words fading as their eyes locked, the closeness between them making her heart race. His voice, low and steady, cut through the silence.

“If you ever speak like that again, if you ever say anything like that about yourself again...” he paused, his tone growing darker, “you will witness a side of me that you’ve never seen before—the side I’ve been hiding, the side I’ve been keeping from you, to protect you.”