A Love So True

Season 2 : Chapter 16

" Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."

                __Robert A. Heinlein

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( NehYash)

Nehal gently took Yash by the wrist and led him to the bed. The room was dim, bathed in soft amber hues from the rain-muted sky outside. The air carried a hushed tenderness, like the world itself had slowed down to hold this moment still.

The mattress dipping beneath his weight as they sat down together at the edge of the bed. 

Yash's palms were pressed against his knees, trembling just slightly. He didn’t know what to expect—only that he couldn’t take his eyes off the man beside him.

Nehal sat down next to him, close—close enough that their shoulders nearly brushed. He turned, his gaze steady and unreadable. Then, without another word, Nehal leaned in , his breath began to move to Yash's lips.

" Yash..."

"Um"

Nehal's eyes shone for a moment , he pinched Yash's chin between his index & thumb and pressed his lips gently to Yash’s.

It was soft—featherlight and hesitant. Not demanding, not rushed.A kiss that trembled with weight, and still somehow felt like floating.

Yash froze.

His heart took a leap.

He remembered that Nehal had just  taken his first kiss — the person his soul had loved in silence for five endless years.

He felt everything at once.

Every buried wish, every quiet ache, every night he imagined this moment crashed into him like a tidal wave made of stars and scars.

His eyes fluttered shut as the kiss lingered. He didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe, in case the moment vanished like a dream.

But then Nehal began to pull away. 

Their foreheads rested together for a long, lingering second.

Then Yash quickly leaned forward and initiated the kiss  again. Nehal paused for a moment then his big palm moved to Yash's neck , he pulled him closer , tilted his head and took the dominance.

Yash couldn't help but hum , his eyes got covered with a layer of mist.

" Ummmhh...."

The stretched hum sounded like a moan , Nehal frowned between the kiss , then started to pull away but Yash immediately cupped Nehal's jaw , not wanting to let him go.

He tried to take the dominance but he wasn't as skilled as Nehal , a little clumsy ; still he was trying his best.

Nehal paused for a moment , letting Yash kiss him . 

Then he broke the kiss abruptly . Nehal grabbed Yash's both wrists and removed them from his neck.

Yash's face changed when Nehal left his hands on his lap.

Both of them were panting lightly , hot breath mingling. 

Yash stared at his empty hands then raised his eyes just to see Nehal was clenching his jaw with his eyes closed. Yash could see the subtle movement in Nehal's jaw.

And something inside Yash broke—not from pain, but from the fear of almost.

His hand reached up instinctively, touching Nehal’s cheek with a trembling reverence.