36.

NAINA

He held me as if I were a fleeting whisper, afraid I might vanish if his grip loosened even a little. We sat on the cold floor of our school's reception, wrapped in each other's arms, our hearts breaking in sync with every silent tear.

The moonlight poured through the glass doors, casting a soft, ethereal glow around us. His warm tears traced the curve of my shoulder, mingling with my own, which soaked into his shirt, a shared sorrow binding us closer in the quiet night.

In that moment, words were unnecessary. The silence between us spoke volumes, each breath, each tear, telling stories of pain, love, and everything we had never said out loud.

The world outside seemed distant, irrelevant, as if only the two of us existed in this fragile bubble of time.

His fingers gently traced my back, as if committing every detail to memory, while I clung to him like he was my anchor in a storm.

The moonlight danced across his face, illuminating the anguish in his eyes—a reflection of my own.

We were two souls intertwined by fate, bound by a love too deep for words, yet too complex to fully understand.

As I nestled closer, I could feel the steady beat of his heart, a rhythm that soothed the chaos within me.

The night wrapped around us like a comforting blanket, shielding us from the rest of the world, if only for a little while. In his arms, I felt both the weight of our past and the promise of a future that, despite everything, we still dared to hope for.

And in that quiet, moonlit embrace, we found a fleeting moment of peace, a rare stillness in the midst of our storm. I knew then that no matter where life took us, this moment—this connection—would forever be etched into the fabric of my soul.

I pull back just even to look in his eyes, "you wanna take a look around?" I ask him, his lips curve in a soft smile. He leans in pressing a gentle kiss in my head.

I close my eyes savouring the moment, feeling the warmth of him against me. Oh god how much I missed this.

We get taking a look around the school, sharing the memories, laughing and teasing each other as our love and laughs echo through the empty corridors.

"Ansh you remember once you came to meet one of the teachers, like you peeked in a little through the door to call the Ma'am and the class broke out in whisper, Adhriti who was sitting near the door , she saw you and turned back at me, she gave me a mischievous look and I was looking at her confused later I got to know it was you"

He looks at me with a soft smile the entire I speak I speak "I was so angry that I didn't get a glance at you" I end with a soft smile.

He looks into my blue orbs which so much love and affection making my heart dance, never ever in my wildest dreams did I imagine the man I had a crush on in high school would be standing here today with me looking at me like I am his entire world.

"Ansh"

"Ji biwi Jaan?"

"I love you" my voice was soft, tears pool up in his eyes as he replies "I love you more than love, biwi jaan"

He bends down connecting his lips with my forehead. He then leans further connecting our lips.

It started off like a sweet and soft one, but he pinned me against the wall of my old classroom. "This is were everyone saw me right? Now let me fuck you till you forget it" his voice was two octave deeper sending a chill through my spine.

"All your Ansh" my voice a low seductive whisper, his eyes darken with desire as he claims my lips again in a hungry and desperate kiss.

I match his pace, our tongues colliding with each other, his hand roam on my body as if memorising every curve, he presses himself on me more.

We break apart gasping for air, our heavy breaths echoing in the silent corridor. He leans pressing butterfly kisses on my neck making me let out soft moans.  He warps my legs around his waist

"I'll also have to punish you for think of leaving me right biwi jaan?" His voice was dark, deep I was wet down to my core.

"Ansh please" my voice was desperate, "what please biwi jaan?" He ask in his deep voice. Ah fuck god why did you make him so hot?

"Please I need you Ansh" my eyes were closed as I take deep breaths to clam my self down my voice shaky.

"As you say biwi jaan" he pins both of my hand above my head, his one hand cages both my wrist while his other hand unzips my pant. He attaches his lips to my neck.

A tearing sound echoes in the air, it was then I realised he tore apart my underwear. "Unzip my pants" he says in a dominant voice. I do as he says.

Without a second thought he enters inside me, a moan in pleasure, he maintains a in and out rhythm. The eutrophic feeling fills inside me.

He connects our lips again he sucks on my upper lip while if I do the same with his lower lip. He bites my lip making me hiss in the kiss.

Metallic taste of blood explodes in my mouth, I moan in the kiss giving him the perfect opportunity to enter his tongue inside.

He explores my mouth completely, he pulls out his shaft and tongue at the same time and I come all over him.

He connects our forehead both of our eyes close as we inhale some deep breaths. The voices of our  sharp breath echoing in the corridor.

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I warp my arms around his neck he also warps his arms around my waist holding me securely.  "If younger Naina Finds out this she'll probably die" I say followed by a laugh.

A soft chuckle vibrates through his chest, the which directly came from his throat making butterflies dance in my stomach.

"Even younger Reyansh would die"

"Haan vaise bhi tum bohot Susheel, pyaree aur cute the aur thode hot bhi, ab Saab chalegaya except the hot"

"Accha ji? Kyu ab Mai Susheel, pyaara aur cute nahi hoon?" I could see the blush on his cheeks

"Bilkul nahi"

"Par aap phir bhi mujse utna hi pyaar karti hoon"

"Shyd usse zaada karti hoon" he chuckles and blushes stroking my hair softly.