His Uncommitted Sin

The Apology Satellite

Vihaan's POV:

Kanvi. My every waking thought revolves around her. My mind is a canvas, and she is the masterpiece that fills every brushstroke, every colour, every shade. I am utterly, completely, and totally obsessed with her.

Every moment without her is an eternity. I feel like a part of me is missing like I'm wandering through life without a purpose. But when she's near, everything falls into place. My heart beats faster, my senses come alive, and my soul is at peace.

I've tried everything to get her attention, to pull her closer. I've made a nuisance of myself, teasing, irritating, and testing her patience. But it's all worth it because I know that deep down, she loves me just as fiercely.

At night, I'll do anything to lure her into our bedroom. I'll pull out all the stops, using every trick in the book to seduce her. I'll whisper sweet nothings in her ear, I'll caress her skin, and I'll love her with every fibre of my being.

Because that's what she deserves. She deserves all of me, every last piece of my heart, my soul, and my being. And I'm willing to give it to her, to surrender myself completely to her love.
And I'll do anything, anything at all, to keep her by my side.

As I gaze at Kanvi beside me, I'm struck by the serene beauty of her sleeping form. Her delicate features are relaxed, her breathing soft and gentle. Her hair, that wild tangle of silk, plays around her face, caressing her skin with tender intimacy. She looks like an innocent angel, untroubled by the turmoil that rages within me.

But I know better. I know that beneath that tranquil surface lies a stormy sea of emotions, a maelstrom of feelings that she's still struggling to come to terms with. Last night's ruckus is still fresh in my mind, the memory of her anger and hurt still echoing through my thoughts.

I chuckle to myself, amused by my own stupidity. I thought I'd been so clever, sending those anonymous letters to her office, trying to get her attention without revealing my identity. But I underestimated her, underestimated the sharpness of her mind and the depth of her emotions.

As soon as she discovered that I was the one behind the letters, she erupted like a volcano, her anger and hurt boiling over in a torrent of words and emotions. I remembered how she yelled at me, her voice piercing the air, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.

And yet, even in the midst of that chaos, I couldn't help but laugh. I was laughing at myself, at my own foolishness, at the absurdity of the situation. I was laughing because I knew that I'd been caught, that my plan had backfired in the most spectacular way.

But what I didn't expect was for her to physically fight with me. She was like a wildcat, claws out, teeth bared, determined to inflict as much damage as possible. I was chuckling and running around the house, trying to escape her wrath, but she was relentless, pursuing me with a ferocity that left me breathless.

And yet, even in the midst of that chaos, I felt a thrill of excitement, a sense of exhilaration that came from being pursued by the woman I loved. I knew that I'd pushed her to the limit, that I'd tested her patience and her emotions to the breaking point.

But I also knew that I'd sparked something within her, something that went beyond anger and hurt. I'd sparked a passion, a fire that burned deep within her soul, a flame that would continue to flicker long after the storm had passed.

As I gaze at her now, sleeping peacefully beside me, I feel a sense of awe and wonder at the complexity of her emotions, at the depth of her passion. I know that I've only scratched the surface of her feelings, that there's still so much more to explore, to discover.

And I'm eager to do just that, to delve deeper into the mysteries of her heart, to uncover the secrets that lie hidden beneath her surface. I'm eager to continue this dance, this delicate balance of push and pull, of give and take.