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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"I never said I don’t want to be with you. I said you should not be with me, because you deserved better. And you deserve better."
Her words kept echoing in my mind, like a constant reminder of everything I couldn't change. "Deserve better"—that phrase made my blood boil. Why couldn’t she understand? She’s everything I need, everything I want, everything I wish for.
Yet, she was so damn stubborn, repeating the same damn thing over and over.
I need you, Ahana. Just you. Only you. Forever and always.
The ring of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the caller ID—Lakshay. I picked up without hesitation.
"Hello?" he answered from the other side.
"Hmm," I replied, distracted.
"What the fuck happened now?" he asked, already knowing something was off.
"How do you know something happened?"
"If you’ve somehow lost your memory, let me remind you—I’ve been with you for the past seven years. Now, spill."
"Just had an argument with Ahana."
"Nothing new," he said, as if it were a fact.
"This wasn’t a regular argument, Lakshay. It was brutal," I muttered, frustration creeping into my voice.
"Do not tell me she kicked you in your balls." And he started laughing
"Shut up. I'm hanging up."
"Wait. Wait. Wait, I need to tell you both something important. Put the phone on speaker and call her," Lakshay urged urgently.
"She’s not here," I muttered, rubbing my eyes.
"Where is she?" he pressed.
And then it hit me—where the hell was she? Where did she go? Shit.
"Ishaan, you there?" Lakshay's voice broke through my panic.
