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My mouth crashed against hers—not with the gentleness of a "humsafar," but with the desperate, starving energy of a man who had been parched in a desert for months. It wasn't a question; it was an answer to every taunt, every glare, and every silent challenge she had thrown at me since she stepped into this villa.
A small, muffled gasp escaped her, and I drank it in. Her hands, which had been clutching my kurta, tightened, her knuckles turning white. For a heartbeat, I thought she might push me away, but then I felt it—the slow, melting surrender. Her lips, soft and trembling, began to move against mine, tentative at first, then with a sudden, fierce heat that matched my own.