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
I know exactly what I'm doing, yet I play it cool in front of him, letting him take the lead while I silently brace myself for what's coming. Deep down, I know this will end soon, and though the thought tears me apart, it's something I must do-for him.
I'm fully aware of the destructive tendencies of his father, the lengths he's gone to just to get what he wants-whether it's a deal or something as simple as a dinner. He's a psychopath. A dangerous one.
I know Ishaan all too well, and I'm certain he wouldn't hesitate to do something reckless, something wrong, if he felt threatened. The truth is, I've already lost so much in life-everything that was once truly mine. The only thing I have left is Ishaan. I can't bear the thought of losing him, but I also can't let him face the consequences of our relationship.
Ishaan still has his mother, someone who will always be by his side, but I can't let our relationship cause chaos in his world. I can't allow anyone to get hurt because of the choices I've made, especially not in his house, after everything that's happened.
It's not that I'm giving up on us. I'm not that weak. But I've come to realize that his father's mind is too rigid, too rooted in his orthodox beliefs. Yesterday, during our conversation, he blamed me for everything-just like everyone else.
*Flashback*
Everyone was dancing, lost in their moments, but Tarini Di's smile stood out-genuine and full of warmth. There was a certain innocence to her, a glow that filled the room. Ishaan, too, was completely engrossed in her happiness, his protective older brother nature shining through. He's always told me that Di is like his second mother, someone who has always been there to guide him, to listen to him, to calm his restless mind.
I remember the day he came to my house, eyes red from crying, with the brilliant news about Di's marriage. He was upset, not because he was unhappy for her, but because he couldn't imagine his life without her constant presence. The thought of her leaving home, of there being no one to talk to, no one to comfort him, had hit him hard. He's still such a child in many ways, despite everything.
