Eyes don't lie

Surrendering to Desire(Armaan)

Khwahish pov:-

I had never felt anything like this before. It was as if a fire had ignited within me, a flame that consumed my senses and left me in a whirlwind of excitement.

At that moment, I was at the center of a storm of emotions, and I welcomed every intense sensation it brought. My skin tingled with awareness, every nerve seemed to be alive from his touch. His lips moved against mine in a way that felt passionate and alluring, like a dance of desire that brought forth a symphony of feelings within me.

The connection between us was undeniable, and I responded to him with a passion that matched his own. I held onto his forearms as if they were an anchor in a storm, grounding me in the intensity of the moment. Each kiss felt like a confirmation of our shared longing and a promise of something deeper.

When we finally parted, my chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath. His kiss had left a mark on me, imprinted on my soul like an unforgettable melody.

Though my mind was still spinning from the intensity of the moment, I couldn't help but wonder about the depth of his feelings. I imagined the devotion he could offer with that same intensity.As we stood there, our breaths mingling in the air, he looked at me with a mix of longing and tenderness. 

His fingers found their way into my hair, gently smoothing it down. The gesture was simple yet so intimate, causing my heart to flutter with affection.

I leaned into him, my hands soothingly caressing his shoulders. It was a silent understanding of the depth of our connection. Our breathing gradually slowed, our racing hearts finding their rhythm once again.

With a contented smile on my lips, I turned to say good night, unable to meet his gaze after such an intimate moment. But as I started walking towards the stairs, I could feel him behind me. His body pressed against my back, his breath against my skin.

 A shiver of anticipation coursed through me as his nose traced my neckline, his closeness sending a rush of sensations through me.

"Armaan, please let me go," I whispered, my voice a mixture of desire and caution. He responded with a soft hum, the sound vibrating against my skin. Slowly, he released his hold on me, his voice gently telling me to go to sleep.

My heart raced as I walked away, my body still tingling from his touch. The night was filled with the echoes of our shared intimacy, and as I climbed the stairs, a smile played on my lips. his voice reached my ears, causing me to pause in my steps.

 He spoke with a certain warmth, a tenderness that made my heart skip a beat. "Listen," he began, and I found myself turning towards him, curious to hear his words.

"I know your birthday has already passed, but I still want to wish you a happy birthday again my wish," his voice held a unique sincerity that tugged at my heartstrings.

 The way he said "my wish" had a soft charm that made me smile, closing my eyes for a brief moment as his words settled within me.

As I started walking again, he interrupted my thoughts once more. "At least say thank you, meri jaan" he continued, his tone teasing and playful. His words were accompanied by a lightness in his voice that was hard to resist.

Caught in a moment of shyness, I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of a blush creeping onto my cheeks. "Thank you, senior," I managed to say, the words slipping out with a mixture of bashfulness and amusement. I could sense his chuckle, a subtle sound that filled the air .

He responded, his voice carrying a playful tone, "You're most welcome, junior." Those words, uttered in such a familiar yet endearing way, caused a smile to linger on my lips as I continued walking. In that exchange, I felt a connection that went beyond words, a shared understanding that made my heart feel lighter.

As I entered my room, I let out a sigh of relief and closed the door behind me. My heart was still racing from the encounter, my cheeks felt warm to the touch. 

I placed my palms on my flushed cheeks, feeling the residual heat from our interaction. It was almost surreal to think that the person I had admired and cared for so deeply had confessed his love for me.

A grin spread across my face, and I couldn't help but replay his words in my mind. He loves me. The realization hit me like a wave, filling me with a mixture of surprise and elation. The memory of his confession, his gentle touch, and the intensity of his kiss flooded my thoughts.

I pressed my fingertips to my lips, still able to feel the soft pressure of his kiss. It was a kiss filled with a pure, undeniable love. The way he held me, the tenderness in his voice as he kissed my forehead, and the endearing term "meri jaan" he used—it all made my heart flutter with joy.I let out a delighted sigh, almost as if I had been holding my breath all this time.

 A mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbled within me. I realized that he was becoming my ultimate weakness, a drug that I found myself hopelessly addicted to. Handling this intoxication was something new for me, and I couldn't help but chuckle at my own predicament.

His husky voice lingered in my mind, the sound sending shivers down my spine. It was as if every word he spoke was a melody, a melody I could listen to forever. Heaven seemed just a little closer, and the thought of being with him filled me with a sense of euphoria.

He's finally mine, a joyful thought raced through my mind. A world of possibilities seemed to open up before me. Mine to love, mine to kiss, mine to cherish. Though, I couldn't help but blush at my own audacity. Of course, there were boundaries, things we would discover and explore together as time went on.

As I lay on my bed, my heart still racing and a smile playing on my lips, I realized that this was just the beginning. The journey of our love was just starting, and I was excited to see where it would take us. With a contented sigh, I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his love envelop me in a cocoon of happiness.

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