Lust Stories 18+

Chapter 6

The cool evening breeze whispered through the garden, carrying the scent of blooming jasmine. The stars began to dot the velvety night sky, their light casting a soft glow over Dhruv and Tara as they sat together on the wooden bench. The quiet of the night seemed to mirror the calmness settling between them—a fragile yet growing sense of peace.

Tara's fingers nervously played with the fabric of her sleeve. Though she was still healing, she found herself feeling lighter in Dhruv's presence. The weight of her past hadn't disappeared, but it had begun to feel less suffocating. And while she hadn't fully admitted it to herself, she was starting to trust him—this quiet, patient man who had made it his mission to chip away at the walls she had so carefully built around her heart.

Dhruv sat beside her, his arm resting on the back of the bench, close enough to her shoulder to feel the faint warmth of her presence. His gaze was steady, his dark eyes filled with an understanding that Tara had never encountered before. He didn't rush her, didn't push—he simply was, a constant and reassuring rhythm in her life.

Tara finally turned to him, her voice soft but clear. "Dhruv ji," she began, her heart fluttering as she spoke his name, "can we talk?"

His attention shifted to her immediately, his focus so complete it felt as though the rest of the world had disappeared. "Of course, Tara ji," he said gently, the warmth in his tone wrapping around her like a protective embrace. "What's on your mind?"

She took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to her lap as her fingers twisted together. "I think... I think I'm starting to get used to this," she admitted, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Being here, with you and your family. It's just... I'm not used to feeling like I belong anywhere. But here... it feels different. It feels..." She hesitated, the vulnerability of her confession tightening her throat. "It feels safe."

Dhruv's lips curved into a soft smile, and he reached for her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gesture so natural it felt as though he had been holding her hand forever. "You do belong here, Tara ji" he said, his voice steady and sure. "And I'm so glad you're starting to feel that way."

But Tara wasn't finished. Her voice grew quieter, her words laced with an ache she couldn't quite hide. "I'm scared sometimes," she confessed, her eyes glistening as she looked up at him. "Scared that one day I'll wake up and none of this will feel real. That I'll mess things up and... you won't want me around anymore."

Dhruv's heart clenched at her words, and his grip on her hand tightened slightly, as though to reassure her that he was still there. He didn't speak right away, letting her fear settle between them, acknowledging it without rushing to dismiss it.

Finally, he leaned closer, his voice low and soothing. "Tara ji," he said, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a tender caress. "I told you before, and I'll tell you again—I'm not going anywhere. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. You're not alone in this, and you never will be."