𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ~𝑨 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
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𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 ♡ 𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀
Ruhanika, a quiet introvert with a passion for books and study. She thrives in the world of words, finding solace in...
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I heard my name.
Barely a whisper. Soft, sultry and soaked in mischief.
"Vihaan..."
And just like that, everything else disappeared.
She stood by the balcony, drenched in moonlight. Wearing a saree-midnight blue, with silver threads that shimmered.
But my eyes, they betrayed me.
They didn't care for the silk or the shine. They found her waist-bare, warm, real and my traitorous eyes refused to look away.
Just one curve. A soft sliver of skin.
God, how could something so simple feel so sinful?
The blouse hugged her body. The pleats moved with her, slow and teasing. Every breath she took made the fabric dance around her like it knew it was seducing me.
And she knew. She always knew.
She didn't turn. Didn't say a word. Just lifted her hands to her hair, slowly undoing it, letting those strands fall like a waterfall brushing against the very skin I had dreamed of.
The same skin I had imagined for nights.
The same waist I had traced in my mind a thousand times, hidden under layers.
I stepped closer. My heart pounded. My breath was uneven. My fingers twitched.
And when I finally reached out. That waist. Warm, alive, and dangerous, fit perfectly beneath my hand like it was made just for me.
She leaned back against the railing, her waist brushing mine, moonlight sliding over her skin. That one soft touch from her stole every thought from my head.
My hand spread wider, fingers teasing the edge of her pallu.
She giggled-soft and leaned into me.
Her voice was soft as she whispered, "What's your intention?"
A low groan escaped my chest, the kind that comes out when you are holding back too much, when everything you have ever wanted is right in front of you and you are trying so damn hard to behave.
"I am really trying not to cross any lines," I whispered softly against the warm curve of her neck, breathing her in like she was the first breath after a long underwater dive.
"But you...Ruh, you look like divine poetry, written not on paper, but in prayer, in silence. And now that I have begun reading you, I don't think my soul will ever stop."
My lips brushed her shoulder in a kiss that wasn't rushed or hungry it was slow.
And then she tilted her head to the side, giving me more of that delicate skin.
