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Rayaan's pov:

She was breathless beneath me, her lips still trembling from the kiss we had just shared, her eyes closed like she was afraid to open them and find the moment gone.

But I was here.

And so was she.

And nothing about this felt fleeting.

My forehead rested against hers, the heat of our closeness making it hard to think straight. Her hands were still pressed lightly against my chest, but she wasn’t pushing me away.

She never would.

Not tonight.

“Don’t ever try to bite your lips,” I murmured, brushing my thumb gently across the soft curve of her lower lip.

She nodded, eyes still closed, and whispered, “I won’t.”

That did something to me.

Made something tighten deep in my chest.

I kissed her again, slower this time. No rush. Just us. Just the moment. Her fingers curled into my shirt, pulling me closer, and I didn’t need another invitation.

I lifted her gently into my arms.

She let out a soft gasp, her arms wrapping around my neck instinctively. I carried her to the bed, softly not wanting to hurt her.

She looked up at me, eyes wide, trusting, unguarded. And I knew this wasn’t just about desire.

This was something far deeper.

I traced my knuckles down her cheek, committing every expression to memory. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” I said, voice rough with emotion I couldn’t hide.

Her response was silent, but powerful.

She reached up, touching my face with both hands, pulling me down to her again. Her kiss said everything she didn’t have to voice.

And so, I let the silence speak.

I let the way I touched her show everything words never could be the gratitude, the guilt, the awe, the protectiveness, the way my heart had become hers long before I admitted it.

She was soft, so soft, and every time she looked at me like that with eyes full of love I didn’t think I deserved it undid me a little more.

Clothes fell away like they never mattered, and all that was left between us was skin and soul.

Every inch of her was poetry under my hands. Every sound she made was a promise I wanted to spend lifetimes earning.

And when she whispered my name not as a question, not with fear, but with complete surrender I knew.

I wasn’t just making love to her.

I was giving her all the parts of me I’d never shared with anyone.

This wasn’t a night I’d forget.

It was the night I stopped holding back.

Because Arvi wasn’t just mine.

I was hers too.

Completely. Forever.

She was still asleep when the first light filtered through the curtains, golden and soft like it didn’t want to disturb her.

I didn’t move.

I didn’t dare.

Arvi lay beside me, curled into the sheets, her hair messy across the pillow, her lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks. Her breathing was steady, lips slightly parted. Peaceful. Like she finally let go of every weight she ever carried.

And I’d be damned if I let the world touch her in this moment.

My arm was around her waist, and I didn’t want to let go. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Last night… she gave me a piece of her soul. Not just her body. Every touch, every look, every whisper it was all her. Vulnerable. Brave. Mine.

And now?

Now she looked like something I wanted to protect for the rest of my life.

She stirred a little, wincing softly, and I was instantly awake, alert. I gently shifted closer.

“Don’t move yet,” I murmured, brushing my lips against her shoulder. “You’re sore”

She didn’t reply, just nestled into the pillow, her face turning slightly toward me. A quiet nod.

I pushed her hair back from her face, letting my fingertips trail across her warm skin.

“Bachaa, you okay?” I asked, keeping my voice low. Like the moment was sacred, and too loud would break it.

“Yeah… just a little tired,” she whispered.

God, the way she said it soft and honest it hit me in a place I didn’t know had cracks. I leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, holding there for a second longer than I should’ve.

She was tired because of me.

Because I let go last night.

Because she gave me everything.

I pulled back the covers and sat up, careful not to hurt her. Grabbed the water bottle from the nightstand, unscrewed it, and turned to her.

“Small sips,” I said, holding it to her lips. “Aaram se.”

She did. Just let me take care of her, and somehow that made something inside me settle.

When she was done, I tucked her in again. She looked so small like that. Small, but not weak. Just… precious.

I brushed her hair back again. “Sleep a little more, bacha. I’ll stay right here.”

But her fingers reached for mine, clumsy and slow, and when I laced our hands together, she murmured, “I don’t want to sleep… I just want to stay like this. With you.”

I swallowed hard.

That one sentence did something to me I wasn’t ready to admit out loud.

I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles. “Then we’ll stay like this. No rush. No noise. Just you and me.”

Because in this room, in this bed, with her hand in mine

I didn’t need anything else.

She drifted back to sleep for a little while after that, her head tucked under my chin, breathing soft and even.

I didn’t move. Didn’t want to. Just lay there holding her like the world outside didn’t exist. And maybe for now it didn’t.

But the moment I felt her stir again, eyes fluttering open slowly, I pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, “Stay. Don’t move.”

She blinked up at me, still sleepy. “Where are you going?”

I smirked. “To make your breakfast.”

She frowned adorably, voice still hoarse. “You? Cooking?”

“I’m not completely hopeless,” I said, brushing her hair back from her face. “Besides, I’ve watched you enough to know a thing or two.”

She smiled faintly, but concern crept into her eyes. “Rayaan—”

“No arguments,” I cut in gently. “You cooked for me. Now it’s my turn. And today, you don’t lift a finger. You’re my patient. My wife. My baby.”

She blushed instantly. “I’m not a baby.”

“You are to me,” I said, tapping her nose. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

Before she could respond, I was already up, grabbing a hoodie and tossing her a wink as I left the room.

It wasn’t anything fancy just toast, scrambled eggs, and that masala chai she liked, slightly sweet with a pinch of ginger. I even cut some fruit because she once told me she likes starting her day light.

By the time I returned, she was sitting up against the headboard, wrapped in the comforter like a sleepy burrito, cheeks flushed and hair a mess.

Still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“Sir chef,” she teased as I walked in with the tray, “look at you.”

I placed the tray in front of her, sitting down beside her like it was just another quiet morning in forever.

“I told you,” I said, leaning in to peck her temple, “For you… I’ll learn anything.”

She looked down at the tray, then back at me with those soft, shining eyes.

“I really love you,” she whispered again, like she couldn’t help it.

I smiled.

“I know,” I said, brushing a crumb from her lip after the first bite. “And I really, really love you too Mrs.Oberio.”

She was quiet, finishing the last bite of toast I’d made, sipping her tea like she was trying to remember every detail of this morning. Her contentment was soft and glowing something I wanted to protect.

But somewhere between her “I love you” and that peaceful silence, something stirred inside me.

A shadow.

A name I hadn’t said out loud in years.

I shifted slightly, setting the tray aside, and looked at her. She noticed the change in my posture immediately, her brows pulling together.

“Rayaan?”

I didn’t speak for a moment. I just took her hand in mine, running my thumb slowly over her knuckles. “There’s something I want to tell you.”

She straightened, alert now. “Mhm.”

“From before you. Her name was… Ayesha.”

Her eyes softened, but she didn’t interrupt.

I exhaled. “She was the first woman I loved. I thought… I really thought she was it for me. The kind of love that makes you believe you’ve figured everything out. We were friends first, for years. She knew me inside out. Or I thought she did.”

“What happened after?” Arvi asked gently.

“She left,” I said, voice quieter. “No fight. No closure. One day we were planning a trip, the next she was just… gone. Moved to another city. Blocked my number. Sent a one-line message: Don’t wait for me. That’s it.”

Arvi’s fingers tightened around mine. “Rayaan…”

“I spent months blaming myself,” I went on. “Thinking I wasn’t enough. That maybe I was too much, or not the kind of man she needed. I started building walls I didn’t even realize. Controlled everything I could. Locked my emotions in places even I didn’t visit.”

“And then I walked in,” she said softly.

I looked at her, smiled a little. “Like chaos wrapped in innocence. You challenged every wall I built. You made me feel things I’d buried. And I hated it at first.”

She chuckled through the emotion in her throat. “You were very grumpy about it.”

I laughed, but it faded quickly. “But then… I started looking for you in places I hadn’t even looked for anyone before. And the scariest part? You weren’t trying to fix me. You weren’t trying to win me. You just… stayed.”

She reached up and cupped my cheek. “Because you were worth staying for.”

I turned and kissed her palm, my voice low. “With you, Arvi… I’m not afraid to love again. And this time, I know I’m loved back.”

Tears shimmered in her eyes, but she smiled, leaning forward to rest her forehead against mine.

“I’m not Ayesha, Rayaan,” she whispered. “I’ll never leave.”

I closed my eyes, breathing her in. “I know.”

And this time, I believed it.

AUTHORS NOTE:

I want to share something important with you, I don’t write smut or dark romance. My story are all about soft, desi style romance filled with emotions, warmth, and heartfelt moments. If you enjoy slow burns, genuine connections, and characters who feel real, then I hope you’ll feel right at home here.

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