a story of fire and water
As Abhimaan drew closer to Nandini, her composure wavered despite her efforts to maintain a facade of indifference. Her heart raced as he neared, his presence casting an undeniable impact on her. She looked at him, her voice trembling slightly, "What are you doing, Mr. Rathod? You shouldn't be here." Abhimaan, with a teasing smile, replied, "Oh really? Then where should I be?" He gently caressed her smooth, soft cheeks, now flushed with a delicate pink hue from the proximity, his touch both tender and electric.