𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷.

Chapter - 37

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Vihaan -

She stayed in my arms and her cheek rested against my chest. I could feel her breathing, still a little uneven, slowing with every second that passed. I lowered my head, my chin brushing her hair. The faint scent of her that was something warm, something familiar filled my lungs and I closed my eyes without meaning to.

God.

This woman owned me. I was her's.

Her fingers curled into my shirt, not clutching now, just holding and it sent an ache through me. I had known want before her, I had known desire and I had known hunger but this was not that.

This was the same feeling I had felt when I saw her for the first time as she had walked in for her job interview. That day, the only thought that crossed my mind was that I could sit on that chair for the rest of my life if it meant that I would get to keep looking at her while she speaks.

The second time when I had felt this way for her was her second day of work when she was interacting with one of the senior partners, listening to him more than speaking but she she did, I found myself leaning ahead to listen to what she had to say and somewhere I knew that day, when she flipped her neck a little to move her hair away from her face because she had a bundle of files in her hands, I was taken by her and she did not even have to try.

After that, there were some one thousand and ninety five odd days where I could not gather my courage to go and speak to her even once before I saw her breaking down for a man who she loved but could never tell him, making me the happiest man in the world.

That was all the reality check I needed, telling me that if I do not act soon, I would lose her and losing her would have destroyed me to a point of no return.

And here she was now, right in my arms, right where I wanted her to be and she tasted so fucking sweet.

I shifted just a little, enough to feel her better, the soft curve of her shoulder under my hand, the way her body leaned into mine without hesitation now. She fit there so easily that it scared me how right it felt. As if my arms had always known how to hold her and were relieved to finally remember.

Her hair brushed my jaw when she moved, and my breath hitched before I could stop it. I pressed my lips there, not kissing, just resting them for a second. Then, I lifted my head and looked down at her. Her face was still turned toward my chest, lashes resting against her cheeks, lips parted just enough like she was still catching up with her own breath. There was a faint flush there, one I knew I had put there and I was proud of my art tonight.

I slid my thumb slowly along her arm and felt her shiver instantly and I dipped my head again, this time brushing my lips against her hair, then her temple. She sighed softly, the sound barely audible, but it went straight through me and my arms tightened around her again instantly.

"Vihaan...." she finally lifted her head up to look at me with those beautiful eyes but the moment they met mine, they refused to hold my gaze and she looked down again, her cheeks turning pink again.

So fucking adorable.

"Yeh mat kariye Shivanya, mujhe aapki aankhon mein apne liye jo dekhna hai, woh dekh lene dijiye." I smiled as she turned one shade of pink deeper and placed my index finger on her chin, lifting her head to make her look at me.

(Please don't do this to me, Shivanya. Let me see, just once, what I want to find for myself in your eyes.)

Her eyes met mine this time and she looked away, once again, still as shy as before and I could not help but let myself laugh a little.