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मेरी बाहों को तेरी साँसों की जो आदतें लगी हैं
ऐसे जी लेता हूँ अब मैं थोड़ा और।
मेरे दिल की रेत पे आँखों की जो पड़े परछाई तेरी
पी लेता हूँ तब मैं थोड़ा और।

जाने कौन है तू मेरी, मैं न जानूँ ये मगर
जहाँ जाऊँ मैं, करूँ मैं वहाँ तेरा ही जिक्र।
मुझे तू राज़ी लगती है, जीती हुई बाज़ी लगती है
तबियत ताज़ी लगती है, ये तूने क्या किया।

मैं दिल का राज़ कहता हूँ कि जब-जब साँसें लेता हूँ
तेरा ही नाम लेता हूँ, ये तूने क्या किया।

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My Noor.

She was sitting beside me-quiet, soft, mine. My hand rested on her lap, claiming her in a way no one else ever could. We were going back to the Haveli after three days. Three days changed everything.

The best days of my life. Because my cherry-my Noor-confessed that she loves me.

She loves me.

Aarth. Her Aarth.

The world could burn, and I would not care. As long as she is beside me, breathing, loving me-I need nothing else. My heart is not calm from then. It will never be calm when it comes to her.

Because how can a man stay calm when the woman he breathes for says she loves him?

She is my peace. My chaos. My everything.

I want to be so close to her-so close that the world forgets I ever existed without her.

I tightened my grip on her lap, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. She looked at me-those innocent eyes, not knowing how deep I have fallen for her. She is too soft. Too kind. And I... I am not.

But for her, I will be anything.

And I will love her like that. Forever.

I glanced at her, watching how the moonlight touched her face. Beautiful. Too beautiful for words. Too precious for this world. And she is mine.

"You're quiet," I said, my voice lower than I intended.

She smiled-a soft, shy smile. "Just..." thinking."

"About me?" I asked because I wanted to hear it. I wanted her to speak my name. To make my madness grow.

She nodded, and my heart-my wild, broken heart-shook.

"Say it," I whispered, leaning closer.

Her cheeks turned pink. She lowered her gaze, but I didn't let her hide. Not from me. "I'm thinking about you, Sidharth ji."

I closed my eyes for a moment. My name-on her lips-was more powerful than any prayer.

If only she knew how much power she had over me.

I opened my eyes and smiled-softly, carefully-because I didn't want to scare her. Not now. Not when she's finally mine. "Good. Always think about me, cherry. Only me."

She blushed again. And I knew-this is just the beginning.

She loves me.

She sat beside me, her face half-lit by the fading sunlight. Soft. Untouched by the weight I carried. She didn't say much, but I knew her silence. I've learned it. Every shift in her breath, every glance she tries to hide-I know it all.

Tomorrow, it will mark one month. One month since my life stopped feeling empty. Since she came into it and stayed.

I don't know how it happened. When it started. But somewhere between the cold nights and her quiet words, she became... everything. And maybe-maybe I'm too far gone now.

I glanced at her again. She was looking out the window, lost in her own thoughts. She had no idea how much she messed with my head.

I should say something. I should tell her. But the words? They feel too small. Too weak for what burns inside me.

Instead, I smiled to myself-thinking about tomorrow.

I had planned it all. After we'll reach we'll celebrate our one month anniversary. I want to laugh at myself. I was never a person who remembered birthdays or anniversary but with her? With my Noor, I'm a different person.

The gift, the surprise... I could already see the way her face would light up when she saw it. That smile-gentle, real-like I had given her a reason to be happy.

And God, that smile? It's mine. Only mine.

The thought of it did something to me-something I couldn't name. It made me want to hold her closer, keep her safe, and keep her mine. Always.

I was still lost in her when-

The car jerked. Stopped.

The fuvk?

I frowned, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. Noor turned to me, her voice soft but curious.

"kya hua?"

(What happened?)

I exhaled, dragging a hand through my hair. I glanced at her once before saying

"Dekhta hoon."

(I'll see)

The air outside was cooler than I expected. I walked to the front of the car, my jaw tight, my thoughts still tangled in her. But when I lifted the hood and checked, it wasn't a simple fix. Something deeper was wrong.

Of course. Perfect timing.

Fucking fuvk.

I tried again-twice-but the engine wouldn't turn over. The sound of it was rough. Dead.

I straightened, rolling my sleeves up a bit before glancing back at the car. She was still watching me.

"Lagta hai gaadi kharab ho gayi," I said, my voice calm-too calm for what I was feeling.

The engine sputtered-a rough, broken sound cutting through the silence-then died completely. For a moment, nothing moved. Just the faint sound of her breathing inside the car. Soft. Steady. too fragile for a night like this.

I drag a hand through my hair, jaw tightening as I roll up my sleeves. Slow. Controlled. My skin burns beneath the crisp white fabric as it bunches around my forearms. I shouldn't be this angry. But I am.

11:30 PM.

I pull out my phone, and the screen's glow sharp against the dark. Perfect. Our first anniversary-of all the nights-stuck here, in the middle of nowhere. The air feels heavier, hotter. My fingers tighten around the device as I dial the house.

It barely rings before a voice crackles to life. "Ji, Sahab?"

"Gaadi beech raste mein bandh pad gayi hai. Location bhej raha hoon."

(The car broke down in the middle of the road. I'm sending the location)

My voice comes out steady, but there's an edge underneath. A sharpness I don't bother to hide.

A pause. Too long. And I already know what he's going to say.

"Sahab... aapki location toh yahan se teen ghante baad ki dikh rahi hai."
(Sir... your location is showing three hours away from here.)

Three fucking hours.

I let out a dry, bitter laugh-more a breath than a sound. My grip tightens on the phone, and he knuckles stiff. Of course. Of course, this would happen tonight.

"Haan..." My voice drops lower. "Niklo. Abhi."

(Yeah... leave. Now.)

"Ji, Sahab. Hum log abhi nikalte hain." (Yes, Sir. We're leaving right now.)

I end the call, the click echoing louder than it should in the stillness. My thumb lingers against the screen for a second before I shove the phone back into my pocket.

Three hours. Three hours of sitting here. In this car.

Three hours of watching her.

I push the door open and slide back inside, trying to swallow the frustration curling hot and heavy in my gut. I should be better than this-colder, calmer-but everything about tonight makes me want to burn.

She's still sitting there. Quiet. It's always so quiet. Her hands rest delicately on her lap, fingers slightly curled. But it's her eyes that pull me under-wide, soft, and searching-lifting to meet mine the second I return.

God, those eyes. She doesn't need to say a word. I know every thought behind them. Every worry. Every fear. She's an open page to me-one I've memorized down to the smallest detail.

And right now? She's worried. About me.

It shouldn't make me feel like this. It shouldn't make me want to touch her-pull her closer until nothing in this world can reach her but me.

I lean back in the seat, watching her beneath my lashes as the words slip out. Soft. But edged with something darker.

"Raat gaadi mein hi guzaarni hogi."

(We'll have to spend the night in the car.)

I let the silence stretch for a breath. "Call kiya hai... par abhi teen ghante hain unko aane mein."
(I called... but they'll take three hours to reach here.)

Her lips part slightly-a small thing, but I notice it. I notice everything. She hears me, but the frown on her face deepens, casting a shadow over her softness. And it does something to me-something I can't name but feel down to my bones.

Without thinking, I reach for her hand. My fingers brush against her skin before curling around it, gentle but unyielding. Warm. Delicate. I could break her if I wanted to. But I never would.

My voice drops-low enough that no one else would hear. Only her. Always her.

"Trust me, Cherry... main hoon. Aap safe hain."
(Trust me, Cherry... I'm here. You're safe.)

She blinks, and for a heartbeat, she just stares at me. But then-slowly-she smiles. Soft. Sweet. Like she doesn't know how easily she undoes me.

"I trust Sidharth ji."

And just like that, the fire inside me burns hotter. For her. Always for her.

Her words-soft, simple-felt like a balm to the chaos inside me. She trusts me. Without question. Without fear. And I couldn't say it back, couldn't tell her what that does to me-how deep it cuts-so I just smiled. My fingers found hers, delicate and warm, and I brought her hand to my lips, pressing a slow kiss against the back of it. If only she knew-if only she understood-how much of me already belongs to her.

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Noor's POV

The night stretched quiet and heavy around us. The car sat still on the side of the highway, the faint sound of distant vehicles passing by every now and then. It wasn't safe here-not really-but with him beside me, nothing felt dangerous. Nothing ever did.

Sidharth ji was on a call, his voice low and serious, asking if the help had left yet. His tone-calm, controlled-always made me feel like nothing could ever go wrong as long as he was here. I shifted slightly on the back seat, leaning against the door, feeling the warmth of his presence beside me.

My eyes fell on the clock display on my phone-11:59 PM. My heart fluttered. One more minute. One more minute until our first month together. My fingers tightened around the phone as a soft smile curled on my lips. No matter where we were, no matter the situation, this moment-our moment-felt special.

I turned to look at him. The faint glow from the screen cast a soft light on his face-the sharp lines of his jaw, the curve of his lips pressed in a thin line as he listened carefully to the person on the other end. My heart ached a little. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to whisper how much this month had meant to me-how much he meant to me.

But instead, I just smiled. A small, excited smile I couldn't hide.

He cut the call, slipping his phone into his pocket. My chest tightened. The clock was ticking-11:59-and in seconds, we would step into another month together. I wanted him to know how much I cherished every day, every breath, every stolen glance.

And then-12:00 AM.

My phone buzzed softly in my hand, the screen lighting up with the time. I reached to silence it, but before I could, I felt something warm-soft-press against my cheek.

My breath caught.

His lips.

I turned my face slowly, my heart pounding, and found him there-so close-his dark eyes locked on mine. The cold air around us felt distant, fading beneath the warmth his touch left behind.

"Happy one-month anniversary, Cherry," his voice was low, almost a whisper, but it wrapped around me like a promise.

I couldn't speak. My heart was too full-too heavy with everything I felt for him. I wanted to hold this moment forever. I wanted to hold him forever.

A smile broke across my face, soft and helpless. "Aapko yaad tha?," I murmured shyly.

(You remember?)

His lips curled into a faint smirk as he reached for my hand, his fingers brushing against mine before lacing them together. He lifted my hand slowly-deliberately-and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Soft. Slow. Possessive.

"Main kabhi nahi bhoolta, Cherry. Apse judi koi bhi cheez nahi."

(I never forget, Cherry. Not anything that's connected to you.)

I felt my cheeks burn as his words settled deep inside me, making my heart race.

I smiled softly, my heart feeling light as I looked at him. "Happy one-month anniversary, Siddharth ji," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

He chuckled low, the sound warm and deep, wrapping around me like a soft embrace. "I had so many things planned for today," he said, glancing around at the dark highway and the stillness of the night. He shook his head slowly, a faint smile on his lips. "Looks like God had other plans."

I kept watching him-every small gesture, every glance. It felt bad knowing he had planned so much, only for us to be stuck here. And when he sighed, turning back to me, there was something soft in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Cherry," he murmured, his voice quieter now. "You deserve better than sitting here like this."

I shook my head quickly, leaning a little closer. "Aapki galti nahi hai," I said softly. (It's not your fault.)

His face softened at my words, but I could still feel his disappointment hanging in the air. For a moment, I wanted to make it better-to make him feel better.

And then, an idea lit up in my mind.

I quietly leaned forward, searching through my bag while Sidharth ji watched me with curious eyes. His gaze was steady-always steady-like he never wanted to miss even the smallest thing I did. A small smile tugged at my lips as my fingers found what I was looking for.

I pulled out the small container of halwa-still warm, still smelling like home. Kavita had packed it for us, her smile soft and knowing, and now it felt like the perfect thing.

As I opened the lid, Siddharth ji's voice came, low and filled with warmth & questions.

"Cherry...?"

I glanced up at him, biting back a playful smile. "Wait na," I said softly, my tone light and teasing.

His brow lifted slightly, but he didn't say anything more-just watched me like I was the only thing that mattered.

I shifted back a little, making space between us, and gently placed the container of halwa on the seat. With a shy smile, I looked up at him.

"Anniversary nahi manani aapko?"

(Don't you want to celebrate our anniversary?)

His expression changed-softening, warming-and for a second, I saw something in his eyes that made my heart flutter. Something deep. Something only for me.

In our village, things were never grand. We didn't always have cake or fancy celebrations. But that never mattered. What mattered was the feeling-the love behind it. I remembered those simple days, the joy of sharing small things with the people we cared about. And this moment, right now, felt like that.

"The happiness matters," I said softly, my voice filled with memories. "Not cake or halwa."

He didn't say anything at first-just kept looking at me, his lips curling into a slow, heart-melting smile. And when he finally spoke, his voice was quieter. Softer. "Halwa?"

I smiled a little more, my heart beating faster as I held his gaze. "Aapka aur mera hona matter karta hai," I whispered. "Halwa ya cake nahi."

(Us being together matters. Not halwa or cake.)

For a moment, the world outside didn't exist-just us in the quiet of the night. His eyes didn't leave mine, and when he reached out, his fingers brushed against mine-gentle and warm, sending a shiver up my spine.

And then, without a word, he leaned closer-his face inches from mine-and pressed another soft kiss to my cheek. Slow. Warm. As if he wanted to tell me everything his words couldn't.

"Cherry," he murmured, his voice low and filled with something I couldn't name. "Aap samajhti hai na... aap kitni special hai?"

(Do you understand... How special you are?)

I nodded softly, feeling the weight of his words, the warmth in his touch. And in that quiet, stolen moment-between the highway's silence and the midnight air-I knew nothing else mattered.

Because with him, every moment was special. Every breath felt like home.

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Noor picked up a single matchstick, her fingers moving softly, almost like a secret. With a quiet flick, the flame came to life-small and warm-flickering against the night. She fixed it gently in the middle of the halwa, a soft smile curling on her lips.

Without saying a word, she lifted the container toward Sidharth, her eyes shining with playful warmth. She tilted her head slightly, a silent gesture for him to blow out the flame.

Sidharth's lips stretched into a slow, wide smile-one of those smiles that always managed to steal Noor's breath away. No matter how many times she saw it, it felt new. It felt hers.

He leaned in and blew out the flame, his warm breath brushing against her fingers. For a heartbeat, everything else faded-the broken-down car, the empty highway. It was just the two of them.

Noor took a small bite of the halwa, & she held a piece up to his lips. "Taste it," she whispered softly.

His dark eyes stayed on hers as he leaned closer, taking the bite from her fingers. He didn't rush. Every small touch between them felt slower, deeper-like the world had paused just for them.

Before she could pull her hand back, Siddharth dipped his fingers into the halwa, taking a small piece. Without a word, he held it to her lips.

"Your turn, Cherry," his voice was low-almost teasing-but there was a warmth beneath it, something softer. Something only meant for her.

Noor smiled, leaning in to take the bite from his fingers. She felt his gaze on her-steady, intense-but there was a softness too. A softness that made her heart flutter.

And then, just as she swallowed, his voice dropped-deeper, rougher. "Kisi janam ke punya hai jo aap meri biwi bani hain, Noor."

(I must have done something right in another life to have you as my wife, Noor.)

Her heart skipped a beat.

Before she could say anything, he lifted his hand to her face-his fingers warm against her skin-and pressed a slow, soft kiss to her cheek. His lips lingered there, as if he wasn't ready to let go.

"I feel proud to be your husband," he murmured against her skin.

The words settled deep inside her-warm and heavy, spreading through her chest. She didn't speak at first. She couldn't. She just smiled-soft and bright, the kind of smile that came from her heart.

Without a thought, she lifted her hand and covered his, holding it against her cheek. "Aisa nahi hai," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet emotion. "I feel proud to be your wife. You're the best husband a girl can get."

(It's not like that)

Her words hung in the air, soft and honest. And before he could say anything, she leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against the palm that held her face. Her lips lingered there, as if she wanted to seal every word she had just spoken.

Sidharth didn't move. He just watched her-watched the pure, innocent love in her every gesture. It wasn't grand, but it was everything.

And in that quiet car, on an empty highway beneath the night sky, nothing else mattered.

Because they had each other-and that was enough.

Sidharth reached into his coat pocket, his fingers brushing against something carefully tucked inside. With a quiet breath, he pulled out a folded piece of paper. The soft rustle of it seemed to fill the silent air between them. Without a word, he held it out toward Noor, his dark eyes never leaving her face.

Noor blinked in surprise, her brows knitting together. Her voice came out soft, curious.

"Kya hai ye?"
(What is this?)

A small smile tugged at the corner of Siddharth's lips, warm and knowing.

"Gift her aapka. Aap khud dekh lijiye."
(It's your gift. See it yourself.)

She hesitated for a moment before taking the paper from his hand, her fingers brushing against his-a touch so simple, yet heavy with meaning. As she unfolded the paper, the soft glow of the car's light cast a golden hue over the words written inside.

Her heart slowed. Then raced.

Line by line, her vision blurred as tears welled up, making the letters swim before her eyes. By the time she finished reading, her hands trembled slightly. She clutched the paper tighter-like it was something too precious to let go of.

Sidharth still wasn't looking away. His gaze was steady-patient-as if he had been waiting for this moment as much as she had.

When her tear-filled eyes lifted to meet his, he smiled softly. A smile that held the weight of love unspoken.

"Aap ro dein, iss liye thodi diya hai ye..."
(I didn't give this to make you cry...)

His voice softened as he leaned just a little closer.

"Aapki muskaan dekhne ko diya tha."
(I gave it to see your smile.)

Noor tried to speak, tried to find the words in the tightness of her throat-but nothing came. All she could do was glance back at the paper in her hand. It felt too much. Too beautiful. It's too impossible.

It wasn't just a gift.

It was her dream.

A school-founded under her name. Every detail carefully written-Founder: Noor Siddharth Diwan Rajvardhan.

A school for orphans. A place where children who had no one would find a home. A future.

Her dream-a dream she had shared with her father once-was now real.

And Siddharth...he had made it happen.

A soft warmth touched her hand-the one still holding the paper-and she felt his fingers curl gently around hers. His touch was strong, reassuring, as if to ground her through the storm of emotions.

"Ye kuch bhi nahi hai, Noor."
(This is nothing, Noor.)

His voice was low, but there was a quiet intensity behind his words-a promise unspoken.

"Aapki har khwahish mera sapna hai."
(Every wish of yours is my dream.)

Tears spilled down her cheeks before she could stop them, but her heart felt too full to care. This-this was more than love. It was the kind of love that didn't need words to be felt.

As she stared at the paper again, her mind drifted back-to quiet evenings with her father, where she had once spoken softly about her dream. About how much she wanted to open a school for children who had no one. About how her love for teaching wasn't just a career-it was her heart.

And somehow...he had heard it all. Even the unspoken parts.

Sidharth's voice pulled her back, softer this time-filled with something too deep to name.

"Aapke papa ne bataya tha..."
(Your father told me...)

His thumb brushed over the back of her hand, slow and warm.

"Ki aap hamesha se ek school banana chahti thi...ek aise jagah, jahan aap un bachon ki madad kar sakein jinke panahi hai."

(That you always wanted to open a school-a place where you could help children who have no one.)

A pause. The silence stretched, heavy with meaning.

"Isliye toh aap teacher banna chahti thi, hai na?"
(That's why you wanted to become a teacher, right?)

Her throat tightened again, but this time-there was no pain in it. Only love. Only the overwhelming weight of what he had done.

His grip on her hand tightened just a little as if to remind her he was still there. Always there.

"Toh yeh lijiye, Noor."
(So, here it is, Noor.)

And then-his next words came so softly that they felt like a vow.

"Aapke sapne aapke haath mein hai."
(Your dreams are in your hands)

Noor couldn't speak. Couldn't think.

All she could do was look at the paper again-at the name printed in bold letters-and then back at the man who had made it all real.

The man who had given her more than love.

He had given her everything.

Noor couldn't stop herself. The rush of emotions-the overwhelming love swelling in her heart-made it impossible. In the next moment, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Her face pressed against his shoulder, her breath shaky, uneven.

Sidharth stiffened for just a second, the warmth of her body flooding through him. Quietly, he reached between them, lifting the halwa container and placing it aside without breaking their embrace. His other hand slipped around her waist-strong, firm-as if holding something too precious to let go of.

In one smooth motion, he lifted her with ease, settling her on his lap. She fit against him perfectly, like she was meant to be there-like she belonged there.

His arms encircled her, pulling her closer, as if he could hold all her happiness in his grasp. This-this-was exactly what he wanted. Not her tears, not even in joy. He wanted her laughter. Her smile. He wanted to be the reason her eyes sparkled, the reason her heart felt full.

He wanted to be in every part of her life-just as she was in every breath of his.

Without a word, his hand slid gently over her back-long, soothing strokes-anchoring her to him, letting her feel the silent promise in his touch. I'm here. Always.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The world outside faded, and there was nothing left-nothing but them. The quiet rhythm of their hearts beating together.

And then, after what felt like forever, Noor pulled back just a little-just enough to meet his eyes. Those dark, soulful eyes that always made her heart flutter. She searched them, drowning in their depth, and her voice came out soft-barely above a whisper.

"Kitni baar aur hume aapse pyaar hoga, Aarth? Kitni baar aur deewana banayenge aapna?"
(How many more times will I fall in love with you, Aarth? How many more times will you make me crazy for you?)

Her hand came up, trembling slightly as she cupped his cheek-her thumb brushing over the sharp edge of his jaw.

Sidharth's heart stuttered, the words hitting him like a wave-just like they always did. Every time she said it, his heart forgot how to beat for a second. His lashes lowered as he leaned into her touch, his face resting softly against her palm, as if that was the only place he wanted to be.

His voice was low, raw with the weight of everything he felt but couldn't say in words.

"Jab tak zinda rahunga... tab tak aapke pyaar ke laayak hoon. Yeh sabit karta rahunga."
(As long as I live... I'll prove that I'm worthy of your love.)

A tear slipped down her cheek-soft and shimmering-but this time, a smile broke through. A smile so radiant, so heartbreakingly beautiful, that it made his breath catch.

And for a moment-Sidharth forgot everything else.

He just stared. Mesmerized.

Her brown eyes glistened with tears, her cheeks flushed a warm pink, and every delicate feature seemed to glow under the dim light. She was perfect. She was his.

"Bahut khoobsurat hain aap, Noor..."
(You are so beautiful, Noor...)

His hand lifted, fingers brushing against her cheek-gentle, reverent. As if she were something fragile. Something holy.

A soft, breathless laugh escaped her lips-barely there-and in that instant, everything else faded. Without a second thought, without any words, Noor leaned in.

Her body trembled-nervous, hesitant-but there was no doubt in her heart. She needed him to know. Needed him to feel how much he meant to her.

And then-she closed the small distance between them.

Her warm, shivering lips pressed softly against his cold ones.

Sidharth froze. Completely still-like he wasn't sure if this was real or just a dream.

But Noor didn't move away. She stayed there-close, connected-letting her kiss, and speak the words her heart couldn't.

Noor didn't pull away-not completely. Her lips lingered against his, warm and soft, sending shivers down her spine. Her breath mingled with his, the air between them thick-heavy.

And then, barely above a whisper-fragile yet bold-she spoke.

"Kiss me, Aarth..."

The words slipped past her lips like a plea-a surrender.

Sidharth stilled. For a moment, nothing moved. Not the air around them. Not the rapid beat of his heart. Her words pulled him out of the haze-out of the quiet shock that her touch had left him in.

His jaw clenched. Something inside him snapped.

Without a word, without a second's hesitation-he took what she offered.

His lips moved against hers-firm, demanding-leaving no room for doubt. His hand slid up into her hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands, gripping tight as if he needed to anchor himself. As if he couldn't let her escape-not now. Not ever.

A soft gasp left Noor's lips as he pulled her head back, tilting her face to meet the angle he wanted-needed. He deepened the kiss, his mouth claiming hers with a hunger he could no longer hold back.

The other hand at her waist tightened-possessive, strong-pulling her against him until there was no space left between them. He needed to feel her, to drown in her warmth, her softness, her very existence.

Noor melted against him, her body softening, surrendering to his touch. The quiet dominance in his kiss, the raw intensity-it left her weak, breathless. She clung to his shoulders, her fingers curling into the fabric of his coat as if it were the only thing holding her together.

His teeth grazed her lower lip-slow, deliberate-before he pulled it between his lips, tasting her fully. She trembled against him, a soft whimper escaping her mouth-his name, lost somewhere in the kiss.

"Aarth..."

The sound of her voice-broken, breathless-only made his grip tighten. His lips grew rougher, hungrier, as if he wanted to leave no part of her untouched, no part of her left unclaimed.

When she tried to pull back for air, he didn't let her. His hand in her hair held her firm, guiding her deeper into the kiss, making her feel every ounce of the desire he had held back for too long.

Noor's heart pounded wildly, her senses drowning under his touch. There was no hesitation in the way he touched her-no softness left in his kiss. Only need. Raw and unfiltered.

His tongue slid against hers-slow and deep-sending heat rushing through her veins. The power he held over her, the way he commanded every movement, every breath-it made her body tremble with want.

Sidharth's fingers flexed at her waist, his thumb brushing against the bare skin beneath her saree. Every inch of her was his to touch, his to hold, and he wasn't afraid to show it.

And Noor-she didn't fight it. She gave herself to him, letting his touch burn through her, letting his kiss speak the words he never said aloud.

When he finally pulled back, his lips barely left hers-hovering just close enough to feel her breath. His grip on her hair loosened, but his other hand stayed firm against her waist-holding her exactly where he wanted.

His voice, when he spoke, was low and rough-dangerous in the way it curled against her skin.

"You are makimg me lose control cherry"
(This is just the beginning, Noor...)

Sidharth didn't give her time to breathe-to think. The moment his words left his lips, he was kissing her again. Harder. Deeper. As if he wanted to burn his name into every part of her.

His hand-rough and warm-slid up her body, moving with purpose. It stopped over her breast, fingers curling around the soft curve through the fabric of her blouse. He squeezed-firm, possessive-making Noor gasp into his mouth.

"It's fucking getting hard for me to stay sane around you, Cherry. You're making me insane..."

His voice was low, raw-thick with a hunger he no longer cared to hide. Each word scraped against her skin like fire, making her shiver in his hold.

Before she could respond, his mouth was on hers again-hot and demanding. His thumb brushed over her nipple, teasing it through the thin material, and a soft, helpless moan slipped past her lips.

That sound-sweet and broken-made his control snap further.

He pulled back only slightly, just enough to trail his lips down her jaw. Slow. Deliberate. Like he wanted to taste every inch of her skin. Noor's head fell back, giving him everything-giving him permission without a word.

And Sidharth took it.

He kissed along her jawline, his breath hot against her skin. His lips found the mole near her lower lip, and he lingered there-pressing a soft, almost reverent kiss against it.

A mark. His mark.

His fingers flexed against her breast, kneading gently before his grip tightened-rougher this time, as if he wanted to feel every curve, every softness. And with each touch, each squeeze, Noor felt herself slipping further-falling deeper into the heat only he could create.

His mouth moved down the length of her throat-slow and unhurried. He took his time, tasting her skin, leaving a trail of warmth behind. When he reached the base of her neck, just where her pulse throbbed wildly, he bit down-soft but firm enough to make her cry out.

"Aarth..." Her voice trembled, her body arching against his hand.

He groaned against her skin, the sound vibrating through her, making her whole body burn. His tongue flicked over the spot he bit-soothing the sting-before he sucked gently, drawing the skin into his mouth.

His other hand never stopped. It moved with a slow, possessive rhythm, fingers pressing and teasing until her body trembled under his touch. She felt weak-helpless-and he loved it. Loved how easily she melted for him.

He kissed lower, his lips brushing along her collarbone, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. Every kiss, every touch, was a silent promise-one he would never break.

"You drive me crazy, Noor..." His voice was rough against her neck, his breath hot and heavy. "Every time you look at me like that-every time you touch me-I lose control."

Noor's hands clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his muscles as if that was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. And Sidharth didn't stop. He didn't want to.

His lips returned to her throat, tongue tracing the delicate curve while his hand kneaded her breast harder-making sure she felt every touch, every inch of his desire.

And as his mouth claimed her neck-again and again-Noor knew there was no part of her left untouched, no part of her heart left unclaimed.

Sidharth's teeth sank into the soft skin of her neck-hard enough to make her gasp. The sound only fueled him. His hands, rough and eager, palmed her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse, squeezing them with a hunger that made Noor's breath stutter.

"You're so beautiful.." His voice was low and raw, brushing against her skin like fire.

Without another word, he lowered his head and latched onto her breast, biting her clothed nipple through the thin material. The sharp, teasing pressure sent a bolt of heat straight between her legs. Noor's back arched, pushing herself further into his touch, her fingers trembling as they fisted his collar.

The sky outside cracked with thunder, and heavy rain poured down, blurring the world beyond the car windows. But nothing-nothing-could drown out the heat building inside the small space.

Sidharth's mouth was relentless. He sucked her nipple through the dampening fabric, pulling it into his mouth while his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. Noor's body shuddered, her thighs clenching as liquid heat pulsed through her core.

Her hand slipped against the window, leaving a smudged print on the glass as her balance faltered. Every nerve in her body felt on edge, burning with a mix of desire and helplessness. She tried to speak-tried to stop the moan building in her throat-but then she felt it.

Hard. Thick. Pressing right against the aching heat between her legs.

A jolt of arousal shot through her as realization hit-he was fully aroused. And it was all because of her.

She squirmed without meaning to, her hips shifting over his lap, and the rough sound he made-low, guttural-made her body throb.

"Don't move like that Noor..." His warning came through gritted teeth, but his hands only grew bolder.

His fingers found the knot of her blouse and tugged it loose. The soft fabric fell apart easily under his touch. Noor's heart pounded as his hand slid beneath, his warm fingers brushing against the bare skin of her stomach-slow, teasing-as he moved upward.

When he reached her breast, he didn't hesitate. He pushed the fabric aside, baring her to the cool air inside the car.

The sight of her exposed-flushed, vulnerable, and trembling-made something dark flash in his eyes. "Fuck... you're perfect."

Noor's breath hitched when his mouth lowered again-this time straight to her bare nipple.

He didn't start gently.

His lips wrapped around the sensitive bud, sucking it deep into his mouth while his teeth scraped against her flesh. The sudden, raw sensation made her body jerk, a soft cry falling from her lips.

"Aarth" She breathed his name, her voice shaky with need.

In response, his other hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer-forcing her to feel just how hard he was beneath her. His palm cupped her other breast, squeezing it roughly as his mouth devoured her.

"You like it when I touch you like this, don't you?" He murmured against her skin before flicking his tongue over her hardened peak. "You're so fucking responsive... so soft."

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he sucked harder, the wet sound filling the small space. Every pull of his mouth sent sharp waves of pleasure curling low in her belly.

And then his teeth bit down-sharp, possessive.

Her body trembled against him, heat pooling between her legs, the friction of his hardness pressing against her core making her ache for more.

When she whimpered, his hand left her breast-only to slip lower.

Slowly, deliberately, his fingers traced the edge of her saree's petticoat, teasing the sensitive skin of her waist.

With one last lingering kiss to her nipple, he pulled back slightly-just enough to meet her eyes. Her lips were swollen, her breath shaky, and her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath his touch.

And when he saw the raw need in her gaze, he knew-she wanted this just as much as he did.

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