The rain tapped softly against the window as Sara stood by the balcony, her hair slightly damp, her heartbeat louder than the storm outside. When Ayan walked into the room, everything felt different—he didn’t say a word, but his eyes said enough.
He stepped closer, slowly, carefully, as if afraid the moment might break.
“Tum theek ho?” he whispered.
Sara nodded, but her breath betrayed her. There was a tension in the air, warm and electric. Ayan gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary.
That touch changed everything.
She looked up, their eyes locked, and the world faded away. No noise, no rain—just the silence between them. His hand found hers, pulling her a little closer.
“Don’t move,” he murmured.
But she didn’t want to.
Their closeness turned into something deeper, something neither of them had planned but both had felt for a long time. The space between them disappeared as he held her, not too tight, just enough to feel her warmth.
Her heart raced as she leaned in, resting her head lightly against his chest. He closed his eyes, breathing her in like a dream he never wanted to wake from.
Outside, the rain continued.
Inside, something far more intense had begun.
A moment that neither of them would ever forget.
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