Chapter 28
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As they stepped into their suite, the air between them was thick with an unspoken tension—one laced with emotions, desire, and a newfound depth of love. The dim lighting cast soft shadows across the room, while the distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore only heightened the intimacy of the moment.
Arohi hesitated by the bed, her fingers lightly gripping the silky fabric of her dress. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, nervous anticipation swirling in her belly. She had always been shy, hesitant when it came to matters of intimacy, and tonight—after all they had been through—felt like a moment of surrender she wasn’t quite sure how to navigate.
Ishaan, ever perceptive, took slow, deliberate steps toward her, his gaze dark with something unreadable yet thrilling. When he reached her, he gently tipped her chin up with his fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“Arohi,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky. “Why do you look like you’re about to run?”
She swallowed hard, her cheeks warming. “I’m just… I don’t know how to…” Her voice faltered, unable to articulate the emotions swirling within her.
Ishaan’s lips curled into a teasing smirk as he trailed his fingers lightly down her arm, sending shivers through her. “Are you nervous?” he teased, dipping his head closer to hers.
She bit her lower lip and nodded.
He let out a low chuckle. “That’s adorable,” he murmured against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “But there’s nothing to be nervous about, sweetheart.”
Her breath hitched as his hands slid to her waist, pulling her flush against his body. She gasped at the firm press of him, the heat radiating between them making her dizzy.
“Ishaan…” she whispered, her fingers lightly grasping his shirt.
“Yes?” he asked, brushing his lips against her temple.
“I… I’ve never—”
He silenced her with a slow, lingering kiss, one that sent a shiver down her spine. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured against her lips. “Just let me love you.”
Her breath trembled as his fingers traced a slow path down her back. He was patient, gentle—giving her time to adjust, to trust. But he could also feel her hesitance, the way she held herself back.
“You’re thinking too much,” he whispered against her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her skin. “I want you to feel me… to let go.”
She whimpered softly, his words igniting something deep inside her.
Ishaan smirked, his fingers slipping under the hem of her dress, teasing her skin. “I love how shy you are,” he murmured, nipping lightly at her ear. “But tonight… I want to see all of you, Arohi.”
A delicious shiver ran through her as he lifted her effortlessly, laying her down onto the plush bed. His eyes roamed over her, dark and intense, filled with a hunger that made her stomach flutter.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with restraint, giving her one last chance to pull away.
Arohi gazed up at him, her heart full, her body aching in ways she never knew possible. She reached up, cupping his face with trembling fingers. “Yes,” she whispered.
Ishaan groaned, capturing her lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was possessive, deep, and unrelenting—leaving no space for doubt or hesitation. His hands explored her slowly, reverently, as if memorizing every inch of her.
Arohi gasped as he trailed kisses down her collarbone, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. He worshipped her with his lips, his hands, his whispered words of devotion. Every brush of his skin against hers made her feel cherished, adored, completely his.
And as the night stretched on, they lost themselves in each other—moving in a rhythm as old as time, bodies entwined, hearts pounding as one.
In the aftermath, as they lay tangled together, Ishaan pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Arohi,” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her bare back.
She smiled sleepily, feeling a warmth she had never known before. “I love you too.”
He smirked, pulling her closer. “I think I should make you say that again… and again.”
Arohi’s cheeks burned, and she buried her face in his chest. “Ishaan…” she whined softly.
He chuckled, tilting her chin up to meet his mischievous gaze. “I love making you blush,” he teased, pressing another kiss to her swollen lips. “But I love making you mine even more.”
Arohi sighed contentedly, wrapping her arms around him, knowing she was exactly where she belonged.
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