Forever His

Chapter 93: Fireworks

Mahnoor's POV:

I wake up the next morning, my body still thrumming with the memories of the night before. As I try to sit up, I feel a dull ache between my thighs, an aftershocks from our fervent lovemaking. I wince, my muscles protesting as I gingerly swing my legs over the side of the bed, planting my feet on the cool floor.Each step I take sends a jolt of pain through my body. I feel my cheeks flush at the memories, but also can't help but smile.

I try to ignore the soreness, but it's impossible to avoid. Every movement, no matter how small, sends a twinge through my body. I move slowly and carefully, trying not to put too much strain on my already tortured muscles. But even the simplest tasks, like walking to the bathroom or getting dressed, become a challenge.

Shahmeer opens his eyes, blinks against the sunlight streaming through the blinds, and stretches lazily. He can still feel the lingering effects of the previous night's lovemaking, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

His smile fades as he notices my struggling to walk. Concern etches across his face as I wince with every movement. He sits up, the covers pooling around his bare waist, and watches my closely."Hey, are you okay?" He asks me gently, worry lacing his voice.

I look up, meeting his gaze, and give him a faint smile. "I'm fine," I say, my voice a little strained. "Just...a little sore." He can almost guess what I'm trying to hide, the knowledge sending a fresh wave of desire through his veins.

"A little sore?" He repeats, his voice dropping an octave. "Is that all?"He gets up from the bed, crossing the room in a few strides to stand in front of me. He reaches out, his fingers gently skimming along the side of my waist, then moving lower, over the curve of my hip.

I wince again, a gasp escaping my mouth as his hand finds a particularly sensitive spot. He grins, the sound only fueling his growing desire. "I think I might be responsible for that," he says, his voice low and teasing.

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2 weeks later...

A few weeks slip by like petals on water — quietly, gently, and full of something beautiful blooming. Shahmeer's different now. Or maybe he's always been this man, and I'm only now seeing all of him clearly. The softness beneath the sharp, the warmth behind the stillness. And today, he stands in the doorway with a familiar glint in his eyes and says, "I have a surprise for you."

I raise a brow. "What kind of surprise?"

He smirks. "The kind you'll want to get dressed up for. We're going to the beach."

The beach?

I spend longer than usual getting ready, but it doesn't feel like effort. I choose a long, flowy frock-style dress — ivory with delicate pink flowers blooming along the hem. It brushes the tops of my ankles when I walk, light as a whisper. The dupatta adds a desi touch, one Shahmeer always seems to love. I curl my hair into soft waves that cascade past my shoulders and dust my cheeks with a rosy glow. Some gloss, a hint of liner, and just enough sparkle to feel like magic.