Author_Sweetkiki
"Eksha!" his voice cracked, raw with fear.
Her trembling fingers clutched his shirt. "Mujhe... mujhe laga tha main mar jaaungi," she whispered, her lips quivering.
The sight of her-vulnerable, shaken-ignited something primal in him. He pulled her closer, their breaths mingling, the heat of the moment wrapping around them. His thumb traced her jawline slowly, possessively.
"Jab tak main zinda hoon, tumhe kuch nahi hoga," he murmured, his lips brushing dangerously close to hers, making her shiver.