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
The weight in my chest grew heavier as I looked around, surrounded by happiness and joy that seemed to echo in every face. The laughter, the love—they were all so pure, so real. I couldn’t bring myself to be the reason those smiles would fade, to be the one who tainted this beautiful moment.
Ishaan and his family had shown me a love I had never known—one I had only ever seen in stories. His mother's gentle care, his sister’s support, and, most surprisingly, Ishaan’s unwavering affection. It was the kind of love I had always longed for but never truly experienced until now. But I had learned to live with the coldness of his father, the distance and bitterness that kept me at arm’s length. That wasn’t new to me.
What was new, though, was realizing that I couldn’t be the one to stand in the way of their happiness. I couldn’t be the obstacle in their lives, not when they were finally starting to find peace, to find love.
The truth had become undeniable: I was just a temporary part of their lives, a fleeting presence that would soon be nothing more than a distant memory. My own pain, the emptiness in my heart, had to be put aside for the greater good. For them. For Ishaan.
The wedding had been beautiful, a whirlwind of emotion, laughter, and tears. It had given me memories I would carry forever, but it had also left me with a guilt I would never shake. Guilt for being a part of something so perfect only to ruin it with my departure.
I looked at the clock—it was getting late. Tonight, I would leave. Before I did, though, I needed to speak to Ishaan. I needed to say goodbye in a way that would let him move forward, without dragging him into the mess I had created.
It wouldn’t be easy. But I had to do this. For him, for us, for the future that would never come.
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I was packing and checking my luggage, when I heard a knock on my room door. Opening the door I saw Ishaan standing there with a bag in his hand which I guess must've something for me to carry with .
"Are you all done baby?" Don't call me that Ishaan I would not be able to handle that .
"Yeah!" I felt arms around my waist from the back. No! no! no! I cannot do this.
