Forbidden Mania | 18+

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𝑀𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓀𝒶'𝓈 𝒫𝑜𝓋~

As Arsh stood up to leave, the soft creak of footsteps echoed outside my room. My heart leaped into my throat.

"Shit." I whispered, grabbing his wrist. His eyes flickered with confusion, but before he could react, I yanked him back onto the bed and hastily pulled my blanket over him.

He tensed beneath the covers, his warm breath fanning against my collarbone. My heart pounded, not just from fear but from the sudden proximity.

The footsteps halted just outside my door. My fingers clenched the blanket tightly, holding my breath. Seconds passed like an eternity before the footsteps slowly receded.

I exhaled, relieved. "He must've gone to the kitchen for water." I murmured.

Arsh shifted slightly beneath the blanket, and that's when another sharp cramp hit me. I curled inward, a soft whimper escaping before I could stop it.

He heard.

Immediately, he moved, his voice laced with concern. "Mishka… you're still in pain?"

I nodded, eyes squeezed shut.

A moment of silence passed before he spoke again, softer this time. "Let me help."

I peeked at him, puzzled. "Help how?"

His fingers brushed against my waist, sending a shiver through me. "I can massage your belly. It'll ease the cramps."

I froze. My skin burned where his touch lingered. His voice was casual, but I could hear the unspoken tension between us.

This was a terrible idea.

Yet, as another cramp twisted inside me, I found myself whispering, "O-Okay…"

Arsh adjusted himself beside me, his warmth radiating through the blanket. I could feel his steady breath against my temple, his presence both comforting and unnerving.

Without a word, his fingers brushed against the hem of my short kurti. My stomach clenchedn not just from the cramps but from the anticipation of his touch.

Slowly, he lifted the fabric, exposing the soft skin of my abdomen to the cool air. My breath hitched, and before I could stop myself, my hand flew to his wrist.

"Arsh—" I whispered, but it was too late.

His palm pressed against my bare skin, warm and firm yet impossibly gentle. A shiver ran down my spine, and before I could restrain myself, a soft, unexpected moan escaped my lips.

The moment hung between us, thick and electric.

Heat rushed to my face as I slapped a hand over my mouth, mortified.

He stilled, his fingers motionless against my skin. Neither of us spoke, but I could feel the shift in the air, the silent acknowledgment of something neither of us was ready to name.

He took a slow, measured breath.

"It's okay." His voice low and controlled as he murmured

His fingers remained steady, pressing gently against my lower abdomen, easing the tension knotting beneath my skin.

I tried to focus on the relief his touch was bringing, but my body had a mind of its own. Each stroke of his palm sent shivers coursing through me, heat pooling in places that had nothing to do with the cramps.