𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 : Where Opposite Attracts

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VANSHIKA'S POV

I laid there, my heart pounding so hard against my ribs it felt like it would burst out of my chest.

He hovered above me, his eyes burning into mine with a hunger so raw, so wild, that it made my entire body shiver.

Fuck, did I did wrong confessing?

"Say it again," he whispered, his voice low, almost a growl.

Confused, my brows knit together. My mind was still clouded with the lingering pleasure he had set aflame inside me. "Say it again, Vanshika," he repeated, his forehead leaning against mine, his hands tenderly brushing against my sides.

I sucked in a shaky breath, feeling my soul tremble under his gaze.

"I love you, Aryan," I breathed, my voice so soft, so real, it cracked slightly.

His eyes fluttered shut as if those three words were everything he ever wanted, everything he ever craved.
When he opened them again, they were darker, deeper — a storm brewing inside them.

"Fuck, baby," he rasped, dragging his hand down my side, caressing every dip, every curve, as if memorizing me. "You don't even know what you just did to me." He husked out.

Before I could reply, he kissed me— slow, deliberate, passionate. Our mouths molded together like we were made for this, for each other.

His hand slid lower, down my waist, teasing the waistband of my bottoms. My body tensed slightly, nerves and anticipation colliding within me.

"Relax, jaan," he murmured between kisses, sensing my hesitation.
"I would never hurt you. Tonight... you're mine to worship."

And God, the way he said it...
It didn't feel dirty.
It felt like a promise.

I loosened my grip, allowing him to slowly peel my pants down, along with my panties, leaving me bare under his gaze.

I whimpered, instinctively moving to cover myself, but he caught my wrists, bringing them back to rest beside my head.

"Don't hide from me, Vanshika," he said, his voice hoarse. "Let me see you. Let me love you." He slightly pecked my forehead, and cupped my cheeks.

Heat rushed to my cheeks seeing his actions and hearing the words he used. My chest heaved up and down rapidly as his eyes roamed down my naked body, stopping at the apex of my thighs.

The way he looked at me—
Like I was precious.
Like I was his religion.

No, this ain't helping. This man is so—I don't know.

But whatever it it, I know that I love this man from my heart, and I swear I could do anything for him. He's like my oxygen that I always craved for.

Getting out of thoughts, I felt his lips trailing downward.
First my neck.
Then my collarbone.
Then the soft swell of my breasts.
And further down.

Each kiss burned into my skin, leaving marks of his love.

By the time he reached my lower belly, I was a trembling mess.

Calm the fuck down Vanshika.

"Aryan," I whimpered, threading my fingers through his hair.

He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against my skin.