The Beats Of My Heart | Meri Dil Ki Dhadkan

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The night continued on and neither Arnav nor I could let go of the other. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through me, and I had lost count of how many rounds it had been.

"I think my brain has turned to mush," I gasped, trying to get some air in my lungs.

I felt Arnav nod beside me as he tried to calm his heart as well. He reached over for the duvet, which was now on the floor along with us – how did we even get here? – and he moved it over my damp body. I happily took it, snuggling beneath it before turning into Arnav and covering him as well.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable in bed," he teased.

"I am comfy," I sighed into him.

He chuckled and I felt it vibrate through him, making me hum into him. He ran his hand up and down along my back, comforting me. I sighed into him and the small smattering of his chest hair tickled me.

I brought my fingers over it, trailing along it. "I like this."

Arnav glanced down at himself. "Really? I thought girls wanted a clear chest with abs," he smirked.

"Mm, it depends." I looked up at him. "But I don't mind it, so long is it's not untamed."

It's not that he was burly, but he would clean it up and keep his chest clear, looking like a model from a magazine.

"Oh? And how many men's chests have you ogled," he teased, arching his brow.

"Asides from yours and Hrithik Roshan's? None. Shirtless guys on magazines don't count."

Arnav chuckled and I couldn't help but to gaze at him. My husband really is back.

He looked at me for a moment. "What are you thinking," he asked softly.

I shook my head. "It's just nice to see you like this again."

I could see embarrassment wave through his eyes, as well as the guilt. Shit! I quickly caressed his cheek and made him look at me.

"Don't," I said, shaking my head.

He leaned into my hand and kissed my palm. "Honestly, I didn't even recognize myself for a moment," he practically whispered.

Looks like we were both on the same page.

"I just...." He sighed, looking down. "I let the success get to my head. My ego grew, as well as my head. I... I feared losing it, I feared losing everything." He looked at me. "Yet my stupidity was causing me to lose you."

"Hush," I soothed, bringing my forehead to his.

Arnav scoffed lightly. "Do I even deserve you?"

I pulled back, my eyes stern. "Stop it."

Arnav looked at me, somewhat shocked by my anger.

"If you keep it up, then I will leave."

As if it were instinct, Arnav's hold tightened on me, a wave of fear flashing before his eyes as he brought me closer to his chest, almost smushing me.

"That's what I thought," I grumbled.

Arnav let out a sigh, looking down. "Sorry."

Oh, this man, what will I do with this man?

Reaching up, I kissed him and pulled him to me, making him move over me. Arnav briefly pulled back, looking at me somewhat surprised.

"Again," he arched his brow.

"You know the affect you have on me," I whispered.

A small smile took over his face. "That I do," he said, his tone matching mine, and he kissed me again, once again taking me away into a world of passion.