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~ Author's POV ~

When he finally pulled back, their breaths were uneven, foreheads pressed together. His thumb traced slow, lazy circles against her thigh, grounding her in the moment.

Atharv: I’m not done yet, Sunflower.

The words rumbled from his chest, low and unshakable. Before she could reply, his lips were on her again—deeper this time, tasting, claiming, like he’d been starving for years and she was the only thing that could fill him.

His hands slid to her hips, lifting her effortlessly onto the table, her legs parting around him as if they were meant to be there.

Adhvika: Atharv…

It wasn’t a protest. It was his name wrapped in need.

Atharv: Hmm?

He didn’t move back, his lips brushing against her jaw, down to the pulse beating fast in her neck.

Atharv: You have no idea what you do to me.

He trailed kisses lower, his hands gripping her thighs like he was anchoring himself. The heat in his touch wasn’t frantic—it was steady, deliberate, each caress a message.

His hands reached the hem of her top, her back arching instinctively—as if her body had already given him permission before her mind could catch up.

In one smooth motion, he pulled the fabric over her head and tossed it aside.

Then he stilled.

Not because he didn’t want to move forward—but because he needed a moment. A moment to take her in, to let the reality sink in that she was here, with him, after everything.

His gaze roamed slowly, not lecherous but hungry, almost reverent.

Atharv: God…

It wasn’t loud, just a breath he couldn’t hold back. His fingers traced the line of her collarbone, down the curve of her shoulder, as if committing her to memory all over again.

Atharv: Three years, Sunflower. Three years I’ve imagined this. And it’s still not enough.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss just below her throat, his lips warm against the rapid beat of her pulse.

When his eyes met hers again, there was no mistaking the promise there—tonight, he wasn’t just touching her body. He was claiming every piece of her heart he’d ever lost.

~ Adhvika’s POV ~

Atharv’s eyes roamed all over my body, and I could feel every inch of that gaze—dark, consuming, yet somehow… comforting. My fingers itched to feel him too, so I reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it one by one before shrugging it off his shoulders.

I heard the low rumble of a chuckle vibrate in his chest.

Atharv: Desperate, are we, little flower?

A blush crept up my neck, but before I could roll my eyes at him, his palm was already over my breast—firm, warm, even through the thin barrier of my bra. My breath hitched.

And then—

Snap.

The strap loosened instantly, the fabric slipping off my shoulder, barely hanging. His smirk was infuriatingly confident, as if to say, I told you, you’d give in.

Atharv: Much better.

His lips replaced his hand, kissing a slow, deliberate trail along my skin, each press of his mouth igniting something deep inside me. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, because whatever this was—slow or fast, teasing or desperate—I wanted all of it.

My eyes fluttered shut, leaning back against the table for balance as a soft moan escaped me.

“Ahh…”

His mouth found my nipple, warm and wet, teasing it with slow circles of his tongue before blowing over it, making my entire body shiver. Then he took it into his mouth, sucking deep and unhurried, as if savoring every second.

My hands gripped his hair, holding him there, my chest heaving. The heat from his mouth mixed with the chill of the air made my skin hypersensitive.

Atharv: You have no idea how much I’ve missed this taste…

His voice was low, rough, vibrating against my skin. A gasp tore from my throat when his teeth grazed lightly before he moved to the other breast, lavishing it with equal attention—licking, sucking, kissing—until I felt drunk on the sensation.

His hands slid down to my hips, gripping them firmly, pulling me forward so I was pressed hard against the unmistakable evidence of his desire. My breath hitched, my thighs tightening around him instinctively.

Adhvika: Atharv… please…

He smirked—dark, feral, but laced with something dangerously soft. His eyes locked on mine.

Atharv: Say it, Sunflower. Say you’re mine.

Adhvika: I’m yours… only yours.

That was all he needed. His hands slipped under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly onto the table so my legs wrapped around his waist. The kiss that followed was wild—teeth, tongue, need—years of restraint shattering in seconds.

One hand supported my back while the other roamed lower, squeezing, exploring, claiming. His hips ground into me, sending sparks through every nerve.

The next second, my back hit the mattress. My breath caught as I realized my shorts were gone—discarded somewhere in the trail of clothes between the table and bed. I lay beneath him now, skin warm and flushed, dressed in nothing but my panties.

Adhvika: Even you shou—

I couldn’t finish. His mouth was already on me, kissing me over the fabric—hot, teasing, deliberate. A gasp escaped me, loud and needy.

Adhvika: Ohh, fuck Tharv

He looked up through his lashes, a sinful smirk curving on his lips.

Atharv: I will, darling. Every inch of you.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, slow and torturous. He dragged them down with a gaze that made my whole body tremble. Not rushed. Not careless. Just... reverent. Like he was unwrapping a gift he had waited years to touch again.

He kissed the inside of my thighs, each kiss slow and consuming — like fire and silk in equal measure. I couldn’t hold back the way my hips arched toward him, aching for more, for him.

His breath ghosted over my skin, and then—

A shiver ran through me.

What came next wasn’t rushed. It was deliberate. Worshipful. As if he’d memorized me, every response, every tremble — and was relearning me all over again.

Pleasure built like a tide crashing inside me, wave after wave, until I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I called out his name, tangled in the sheets, in the moment, in him — completely undone, and all his.

When he looked up, his expression was unfiltered desire... and pride. Like he had just reclaimed something that was always his.

Atharv: You taste like you were made for me.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

~ Atharv’s POV ~

A soft hum left her lips — like a feather brushing the air — and I knew.

She was exhausted.

Her eyes fluttered halfway, then slowly closed, her lashes kissing her cheeks like the curtain falling after a grand performance. Just like that, she drifted off.

Right in the middle of something so sacred…

So vulnerable.

So us.

I should’ve been disappointed — maybe years ago, I would've smirked or teased her awake. But not tonight. Tonight, I just looked at her.

Messy hair. Flushed cheeks. Breathing slowing into peace.

My Adhvika.

Cute.

Unbelievably cute.

A soft chuckle escaped my throat before I leaned down, placing a featherlight kiss just above her folds — a silent thank you, a reverent pause. And then I carefully stepped away, careful not to wake her.

I grabbed the towel from the bathroom, soaked one end in warm water, and came back.

She was lying there, half-curled on the bed, the blanket having slipped from her waist. Vulnerable and open in a way I doubted she had ever let herself be before.

My throat tightened.

Not with desire — that had already been sated.

This was something heavier. Tender. Almost holy.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and with the gentlest hands I could muster, I cleaned her. Every inch. Every mark of us. As if I could wash away any trace of fatigue while still keeping the memory.

I made sure not to press too hard, not to jostle her. She stirred once, and I froze — but her breathing evened out again.

Once I was done, I fetched one of my shirts and slipped it over her body with so much care it almost broke me. She looked so small in it. Like home wrapped in fabric.

I kissed her forehead. Then her knuckles. Then the space right over her heart.

I slid under the blanket beside her, pulled her close — not for me, but for her. She murmured something in her sleep and tucked her face into my neck.

Mine.

That word burned into me with a kind of calm I hadn't felt in years.

I’ll make her breakfast in the morning. I’ll run her a bath. I’ll buy her that stupid overpriced scented candle she once gushed about at the mall. I’ll do it all.

Because she deserves it.

Because she’s mine.

Because for once in my goddamn life… I don’t want to wake up to an empty side of the bed.

And tonight,

I won’t.

I watched her sleeping, her body still bare clinging to me in the softest way possible. I couldn't help but kiss her forehead.

Atharv: I love you, Sunflower. And I will do everything just to protect this peace of yours.

And just like my eyes fluttered shut. In her embrace. A peace I craved and got from her.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

~ Karan’s POV ~

The room was still cloaked in that soft shade of early morning — the kind of light that barely filters through the curtains, painting everything in a muted gold.

Tejasswi was still asleep, her face buried against my chest, legs tangled with mine. Her hand rested just above my heart, like she needed to feel it beating to stay grounded.

I hadn't meant to fall asleep. But with her wrapped around me like that, it was impossible not to.

My phone buzzed on the side table, vibrating quietly but urgently.

I blinked a few times, reaching for it with one arm while keeping the other protectively around her.

Manager (caller ID).

I sighed quietly, untangled myself from her as gently as I could, trying not to disturb her. She stirred a little, frowning, her body searching for me in her sleep — and it took everything in me not to crawl right back in.

Karan: I’ll be right back, sweetheart.

I stepped out into the hallway, answered the call.

Karan: Yeah?

His voice was low and urgent on the other end.

Manager: Sir… we have a problem.

I exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of my nose. The weight of the real world crashing into this rare, quiet morning felt heavier than usual.

Karan: Handle what you can. I’ll be there soon.

I ended the call, not saying more than needed — mostly because I wasn’t ready to face it just yet. Whatever it was.

I ran a hand through my hair and turned to head back into the room.

That’s when I noticed it.

A faint patch on the sheet — a small stain.

And on me, too — barely there, just a spot on my shirt where she had curled up the tightest.

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t panic.

Instead, I smiled.

Because this — this was real. And it reminded me of everything last night had been about: being there for her, exactly how she needed.

I sat back on the bed quietly. She was still asleep, her breathing soft and even, lips slightly parted. She looked peaceful, and yet… so vulnerable.

I pulled the covers gently over her, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Then, without a word, I changed the sheet from underneath her with practiced ease, replaced the corner where the stain had touched, and tossed the soiled part in the laundry basket.

I got up, changed my shirt, and left the room for a bit — making a mental note to bring her something warm when she woke up.

Whatever storm was brewing outside that room, could wait.

Right now, my girl was resting. And that mattered most.