Always Yours

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Mahak's back hit the wall with a soft thud. Her breath caught in her throat, fear crawling up her spine as she squeezed her eyes shut. But the moment his fingers brushed through her hair—she knew. She recognized that touch.

That presence.

He was so close, too damn close. She could feel the heat of his breath fanning across her cheek. Her heart was thundering like crazy in her chest.

She tried to move away—tried to escape without saying a word—but he wasn’t letting her go that easily.

His hands slammed against the wall, caging her in like she was his captive and the world outside didn’t matter.

Mahak's pulse went wild.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her earlobe as he whispered, voice deep and raspy enough to melt bones—
"I missed you so much, babydoll."

The way he said it… like it ached.

"And I know you missed me too."

Her hands instinctively pushed at his chest, desperate to break free, but he didn’t budge. Not even an inch.

Instead, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She gasped.

His fingers slid into her hair, tucking the loose strands behind her ear with maddening gentleness. Then, trailing his finger along her cheek, he looked straight into her eyes and murmured,
"Do you even know how many months it's been… since I last saw you?"

Before she could say a word, his voice dropped, low and commanding—
"Alexa, turn on the lights."

The room flooded with warm light.

And there he was.

Rudra.

Standing right in front of her.

His eyes locked on hers like she was the only thing that mattered. Not blinking, not breathing. Just watching. Like seeing her again had stopped time itself

Rudra didn’t say a word. He just stood there, eyes drinking her in like he hadn't seen light in years and she was the only sun left in his world.

Mahak’s breath hitched as his hand slowly came up, the back of his fingers brushing against her cheek, feather-light. Her lashes fluttered, but she didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. Her body had stopped listening to her mind.

His thumb traced the curve of her jaw, lingering there like he was memorizing every inch of her all over again.
"You’re real," he whispered, more to himself than to her.
"You’re here..."

Mahak’s lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as his hand slid down her neck, fingers barely touching, but leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Her knees felt weak, her spine arching slightly when his hand found her waist again—this time slower, more deliberate. She could feel the warmth of his palm through the thin fabric of her kurti, his touch seeping into her skin.

Mahak wanted to push him away, to scream, to remind herself of the betrayal. But her fingers betrayed her, curling into the fabric of his shirt. She could feel his heartbeat—fast, frantic, real.

And when he kissed her…

It wasn’t gentle.

It was raw. Desperate. Like he was drowning and she was air.