"I'm all yours..." "Yours to cherish, yours to caress, yours to care and yours to love till my last breath," I tell him sincerely, my staggered breathing a proof of just how much his proximity affects me. He leans and kisses my forehead. "I'm only yours Armaan... I've never been anyone else's, never will be!," I confess again, but his loving eyes suddenly go wide. "I have never held any other hand, never felt any other touch, you're my one and only," I bare my soul to him but instead of hearing him reciprocate the feeling, I notice him looking back at me with even wider eyes. My heart sinks in my chest. "Are you mine too, Armaan?," I ask him worriedly, and his eyes soften at me. I see sincerity and love in his eyes, but why do I also see something else? _________________ Khwahish & Armaan found a connection, a solace in each other when their parents decided to get them married. Both had simple desires - to love and to be loved. But when insecurities pop their head, adjustments become too overwhelming, waiting gets unbearable and desires don't seem to cease, will they fight with each other or for each other? ~A journey of two soulmates, from stepping into a modern, Indian arranged matrimony, to the beginning of their happy ever after~ *An extremely slow burn romance story* ~ Very slow updates ~ _____________________ Content warning: Explicit mature content included. Reader discretion advised. Images belong to respective owners and are used only for illustrative purposes. All characters are fictitious and any resemblance is purely coincidental. No part of this story can be recreated or reproduced in any media without author's written consent. All rights reserved © paramagnetic, 2020
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