Aap... yahan?"
He stopped just inches away.
Too close.
Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears.
" Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..."
"Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan...
(leaning in, lips almost touching hers) please don't stop me..."
The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them. But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation.
Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed chics...
"Roshni...Tum meri ho..."
"Rudra... I..."
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