ISHQ-E-MOHABBAT

22. their KISS

As Mayura's eyes fluttered open, she found herself in the luxurious bed, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. She gazed around the opulent room, taking in the intricate details, and her eyes landed on Abhimaan emerging from the bathroom. His chiseled upper body glistened with dew, his muscles rippling as he moved. Mayura's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she quickly averted her gaze, her heart racing with a sudden flutter.

Abhimaan noticed her reaction and a sly smirk spread across his face. He strode towards her, his eyes locked onto hers, and sat beside her on the bed. "Good morning, my Jaana ," he whispered, his voice low and husky, his breath caressing her ear.

Mayura's voice barely whispered, "G-good morning, Abhimaan."

Abhimaan's gaze traced her face, his eyes burning with intensity. "You look lovely in the morning light, Jaan . Your beauty takes my breath away."

Mayura's blush deepened, her heart skipping a beat at his words. She tried to look away, but Abhimaan gently grasped her chin, turning her face back to his.

"Don't hide from me, Mayura," he whispered, his eyes locking onto hers. "I want to see your beauty, your smile, your sparkling eyes. You're my queen, and I adore you."

Mayura's resistance crumbled under his tender touch and captivating gaze. She felt herself melting into his words, her heart fluttering like a bird set free. Abhimaan's fingers traced her jawline, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Thank you for last night , Abhimaan," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Abhimaan's smirk turned into a gentle smile. "You don't need to thank me, Mayura. I'm just taking care of what's mine. You're my queen, my Jaana , my everything."

As he spoke, Abhimaan's lips brushed against Mayura's, a soft, gentle caress that sent her heart soaring. Mayura's eyes closed, her lips parting slightly, inviting him in. Abhimaan's kiss deepened, his tongue tracing her lips, his fingers tangling in her hair.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intimacy of their embrace. Mayura felt like she was drowning in Abhimaan's love, and she never wanted to surface.

As Mayura tried to pull away, Abhimaan's grip tightened, his hands grasping her wrists like steel cuffs. He spun her around, pressing her against the wall with a gentle yet unyielding force. Mayura's eyes flashed with surprise, her breath catching in her throat.

Abhimaan's face was inches from hers, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "You can't escape me that easily,Jaana ," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Mayura's lips parted, a soft protest forming, but Abhimaan silenced her with a hard, demanding kiss. His lips crushed hers, his tongue tracing the curves of her mouth with a possessive intensity. Mayura's resistance melted, her body surrendering to the passion that had been building between them.

The kiss deepened, Abhimaan's fingers tangling in her hair, his body pinning hers against the wall. Mayura felt like she was drowning in his embrace, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of his desire. And yet, she couldn't help but respond, her own passion igniting like a flame.

As they kissed, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intensity of their desire. Abhimaan's grip on her wrists loosened, his hands tracing the curves of her body, pulling her closer to him .

Abhimaan's eyes burned with intensity as he pinned Mayura against the wall, his face inches from hers. "Jaana, do you regret kissing me?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his warm breath caressing her skin.

Mayura's chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her eyes locked onto his. She shook her head, a gentle nod, her lips parting slightly. "N-no," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Abhimaan's gaze traced her face, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. But Mayura's eyes sparkled with a newfound confidence, her gaze never wavering. She didn't feel uncomfortable; in fact, she was drawn to him even more.

Abhimaan's face softened, his eyes filling with warmth. "And do you feel uncomfortable with me coming closer to you?" he asked, his voice gentle, his body still pinning hers against the wall.

Mayura's nod was more emphatic this time, her eyes never leaving his. "N-no, Abhimaan," she whispered, her voice firmer now. "I want you close to me."

Abhimaan's face lit up with a radiant smile, his eyes shining with joy. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers once more, this time with a gentle tenderness. Mayura's heart soared, her soul singing with happiness. She knew in that moment, she was his, and he was hers.

Abhimaan's eyes filled with concern as he asked again, "Mayura, do you still want to go to college? It's okay if you don't, I just want you to be happy and stress-free, especially after what happened yesterday."

Mayura's gaze dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not scared, Abhimaan. It's just...something triggered me yesterday."

Abhimaan's face softened, his voice gentle. "You don't have to tell me what it is, Jaana. But know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready to share."

Mayura's eyes fluttered up to his, a hint of gratitude in their depths. "Maybe another time, Abhimaan. Just knowing you're here for me makes me feel better."

Abhimaan's nod was understanding, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'll always be here for you, Jaana . No pressure, no expectations. Just know that you're safe with me."

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. Mayura felt a sense of security enveloping her, his love and support a beacon of hope. She knew that when she was ready, she would share her secrets with him, and he would listen with kindness and understanding.

In that moment, Mayura realized that Abhimaan wasn't just her king; he was her rock, her confidant, and her forever home.