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है तू ही
तुझी में खुद को
ढूंढ लाऊं मैं, हूँmm

तेरा ये इश्क़
मेरा फ़ितूर
तू जो भी कहे
बन जाऊं मैं

छाया है यूँ
तेरा सुरूर
जिस रंग कहे
रंग जाऊं मैं

तेरे नशे में
हूँ मैं चूर
जिस जोग कहे
राम जाऊं मैं

तेरा ये इश्क़
मेरा फ़ितूर
तू जो भी कहे
बन जाऊं मैं

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Sidharth held her close, his arms wrapped around Noor as if she were the only thing anchoring him to this world. The silence stretched between them, thick with emotions neither of them could put into words. His breath was uneven, pressing against the curve of her shoulder, and she could feel the tremble in his fingers-so slight, almost unnoticeable - but she felt it. She always did.

Minutes passed. Neither of them moved. It wasn't just a hug; it was something deeper-an unspoken prayer, a silent vow. Noor's fingers, resting lightly against his back, tightened. She wasn't just holding him. She was keeping him.

And then, slowly, gently, she pulled back. Her gaze met his, searching, reading through the silence. The dim light in the room cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight he carried in his heart. Her hand lifted on its own, fingers brushing against his cheek, her thumb pausing at the corner of his lips.

"Aap theek hai?"
(Are you okay?)

Sidharth inhaled deeply. No, he wasn't. But a lie was ready on his tongue-a simple nod, a reassurance, something easy. And so, he nodded.

Noor's gaze didn't waver. She saw it. Saw him. The exterior he wore for the world, the strength he pretended to carry-she had always seen through it.

"Humse bhi jhoot bolne lage aap?"
(Have you started lying to me, too?)

Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but it cut through him like a blade. His jaw clenched slightly, and for a moment, he couldn't look at her. She had always known how to disarm him, how to reach past the walls he had built for himself.

When he finally met her eyes again, something in him softened. A chuckle came from his lips, and then a slow exhale left his lips before he spoke.

"Meri zindagi ki sirf ek hi sachai hai-aap... aur aapse jhoot? Apse juth kaise bol sakta hu"

( The only truth of my life is you... and lying to you? That would destroy me.")

His voice was low, edged with something raw, something that made Noor's heart tighten.

She didn't respond. She didn't need to. Instead, she placed her palm against his cheek, holding him as if he were something fragile, something that needed to be cherished.

Sidharth closed his eyes for a brief second, leaning into her warmth, into her touch-allowing himself that moment of quiet surrender.

Then, without a word, he pulled her close again. This time, it wasn't desperate or urgent. It was slow, deliberate-like something sacred. Noor's breath caught as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him with a gentleness that spoke louder than any words ever could.

They stayed like that, lost in the silence, in the weight of everything they had endured, in the love that neither of them ever had to speak aloud.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

The silence between them wasn't empty. It was filled with the sound of his uneven breath, the soft rustle of Noor's dupatta against his fingers, and the quiet ache in Sidharth's heart that refused to subside.

His arms were still around her, his hold firm-too firm-like he was afraid she would slip away if he let go. Noor didn't move, didn't resist. She just let him hold her, as if she knew this was the only way he could comfort himself.

Her scent-Sandalwood & and jasmine - something uniquely hers-wrapped around him like a second skin. He inhaled deeply, his forehead resting against the curve of her shoulder, his fingers pressing into the small of her back. Whatever she said was right. He knew it. He had always known it. But hearing it from her... hearing her acknowledge the past, the pain, the damage he had caused to both of them over some stupid thoughts -it made something heavy settle in his chest.

He had wronged her. Disrespected her. And that was a crime he would never forgive himself for. No matter how much time passed, no matter how much she had moved on, he never would.

His hold tightened around her waist, almost involuntarily. She shifted slightly, her weight pressing more against his lap, but she didn't pull away. Sidharth leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered-his voice low, raw, full of emotion he could no longer contain.

"Maaf kar dijiye, Cherry."
(Forgive me, Cherry.)

His words trembled, his grip on her never loosening.

"Chahe aap bhool chuki ho, chahe maaf kar diya ho, ye sach badalne wala nahi hai ki maine-That I have failed you once. Ek baar aapke samman ko samajhne me fail hua hu."

(Even if you have forgotten, even if you have forgiven, it won't change the truth that once, I had failed you. Once, I failed to respect you.)

Noor closed her eyes, her fingers instinctively rubbing slow circles over his back, as if easing the storm raging inside him. But he wasn't done. He couldn't stop.

"Chahe hamari rishte ki jo bhi sthiti ho aaj, chahe hum kitna bhi aage badh chuke ho, main ye nahi bhool sakta ki ek samay, maine apni patni ka apmaan kiya tha."

(No matter what our relationship is today, no matter how far we have come, I can not forget that once upon a time , I disrespected my wife.)

His voice broke slightly at the end. Noor didn't stop him. She let him speak, let him empty the guilt that had been eating away at him. But she didn't say anything. Instead, she just held him closer, resting her head on his shoulder, her soft touch never faltering.

He felt her acceptance in the way her arms tightened around him. He felt her forgiveness in the warmth of her embrace. But he knew-knew that no amount of love, no amount of time, would erase the past.

Her fingers trailed to the back of his head, her palm resting there lightly, anchoring him. And then, after a long pause, she whispered-her voice softer than the night around them.

"Maaf kiya aapko."
(I have forgiven you.)

Sidharth shuddered. A sharp breath left his lips, and before he could stop himself, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hold tightening as if trying to absorb every ounce of comfort she was offering.

Noor didn't move. She let him stay there, let him hold onto her as long as he needed.

And then, with a voice so quiet yet so powerful, she whispered-

"Uss waqt aap Sidharth Singh Rajvardhan the, Aarth. Par aab aap Noor Siddharth Singh Rajvardhan ke pati hai."

(Back then, you were Siddharth Singh Rajvardhan, Aarth. But now, you are the husband of Noor Siddharth Singh Rajvardhan.)

Sidharth's fingers twitched against her waist. Noor's voice remained steady, gentle, yet unshakable in its conviction.

"Aapki galtiyan bhi hamari hai, aapki burai bhi, achhai bhi, aur pyaar bhi."

(Your mistakes are mine, your flaws are mine, your goodness, and your love-everything is mine.)

Her hand brushed lightly through his hair.

"Aur hume hamare pati mein koi kami lagti hi nahi."

(And I don't find a single flaw in my husband.)

Sidharth's throat tightened. His arms around her slackened just a little, just enough to pull back and look at her. Her face, glowing in the soft moonlight, held nothing but quiet acceptance.

Noor smiled faintly, and then-patting his back lightly, her tone shifting, playful yet filled with warmth-she murmured-

"Chaliye ab uth ke baithiye. Aankhe waise kariye jaise log dekh ke dar jaaye. Ye kya bachon ki tarah hai aap?"

(Now sit up properly. Wipe those eyes off yours before someone gets scared. Why are you acting like a child?)

Sidharth let out a choked chuckle. He shook his head, the tension in his body easing as he exhaled deeply. Noor's playfulness had always been his undoing.

He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping her face, thumbs brushing against her cheeks before he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss on her forehead.

And then, with a small, knowing smile, he whispered-

"Aaj phir keh raha hoon, kisi janam ka punya hai jo aap mili hai mujhe, Noor. Aapke bina pata nahi mera kya hota."

(Once again, I say-meeting you must be the result of some past-life blessing, Noor. Without you, I don't know what I would have become.)

His voice held deep reverence, quiet devotion, and something else-something so unshakable that Noor's chest tightened.

She swallowed, her gaze lowering for a second before she shook her head, letting out a soft laugh.

"Bawale hi hai aap, sach mein."
(You truly are crazy.)

Sidharth smiled. Noor lifted her hands, cupping his face, and then-softly, gently-she wiped his face, brushing her thumbs over his forehead, his cheeks, his eyes. Sidharth stayed still, watching her. Her touch was careful, as if erasing the weight of his past, stroke by stroke.

And then, in between wiping his face, Noor leaned in-pressing a soft kiss to one cheek, then the other, her lips brushing away the remnants of his sorrow.

Siddharth exhaled deeply, something in his chest settling.

His gaze never left her as he whispered, a small, teasing smile playing at his lips-

"Agar main kahun ki jo main mehsoos karta hoon aapke liye, uske samne 'pyaar' shabd bohot chhota lagta ha toh kya karegi aap?"

(If I tell you that what I feel for you makes the word 'love' seem too small... what will you do?)

Noor paused. Her hand, still resting against his face, stilled. Her eyes lifted, meeting his. And then-

A small smile. Barely there. Subtle. But Sidharth saw the effect his words had on her. The slight flush of her cheeks. The way her lips parted just a little before she exhaled slowly.

And then-her voice, steady, soft, but carrying a weight so deep, it settled into his bones-

"Bharosa. Bharosa kar lenge."
(I'll believe you. I'll trust you.)

Siddharth stilled.

And then-slowly, helplessly-he smiled.

The moon shone above them. The wind was soft, carrying with it the quiet weight of their unspoken love.

And then, breaking the silence, Sidharth chuckled softly and murmured-

"Chai peeyengi aap?"
(Would you like some tea?)

Noor laughed, shaking her head. And in that moment, everything was perfect.
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The house was quiet, but not silent.

Soft murmurs still drifted from the living room, the sound of plates clinking in the kitchen. Some had gone to their rooms, but others were still awake. I climbed the stairs carefully, trying not to make a noise. My body was tired from finishing the chores, my dupatta slipping from my shoulder as I fixed it absentmindedly.

Then-footsteps. Heavy. Approaching.

Before I could turn fully, arms wrapped around me. Strong, warm, familiar. My heart jumped to my throat. A soft gasp escaped my lips as my feet lifted off the floor.

"K-Kya kar rahe hain aap?" My voice was barely a whisper, laced with horror.
(What are you doing?)

We were in the middle of the hall. Anyone could see us. I darted my gaze around, but he didn't slow down. Didn't even glance at me. His hold was steady, effortless, as if I weighed nothing.

"Sidharth ji-"

He didn't answer. Didn't acknowledge my nervous whispers. Just walked. Straight. Unbothered.

Heat crawled up my neck. My hands gripped his shoulders, unsure if I should struggle or stay still. My heart pounded louder than our footsteps, and my breath came out in short, uneven beats.

And then, the door shut behind us.

Sidharth ji strode toward the bed and-without warning-dropped me. My body bounced lightly against the mattress as a soft sound of surprise left my lips. I pushed myself up, but before I could even register what had happened, he climbed onto the bed beside me.

A warm hand settled on my stomach, firm yet careful. I stilled. My skin tingled under his touch, a slow warmth spreading through me. His touch was always like this-possessive, claiming, yet never forceful.

He didn't say anything at first. Just pulled the duvet over us and shifted closer. And then-his hand slipped under my kurti.

I sucked in a sharp breath. My fingers curled into the sheets as his warmth spread against my skin, his arm tightening around my waist.

"Mai thak gaya hoon, Cherry...sona hai" His voice was muffled, buried against my chest.
(I'm tired Cherry. I want to sleep)

I stiffened. My heartbeat stuttered. A small, helpless sound left my lips before I could stop it.

He nuzzled closer.

My cheeks burned. My hands hovered over his shoulders, His warmth, his scent, the weight of his body pressed against mine-it all made my thoughts blur, my breath uneven.

His hand moved. Slowly. Lazily. Fingers grazing my skin in feather-light strokes, traveling upward. My chest rose and fell in shallow breaths as I felt his fingers skim higher, his palm spreading heat wherever it touched.

I liked it. I always did.

But I was too shy to say it. Too nervous to admit how much I craved this, how much I loved the way his touch made me feel like I was melting into him.

And then-snap.

A sudden looseness. My breath hitched.

My bra.

I froze, my body tensing in shock. My eyes snapped open, heat rushing to my cheeks so fast it made me dizzy.

Sidharth ji didn't move immediately. His face was still buried in my chest, but I could feel the way his fingers lingered, the way his breathing had changed-deeper, slower. As if he was holding himself back.

I swallowed hard. My mind raced, my pulse erratic.

Then, just when I thought he would stop, his fingers found the hem of my kurti again. This time, he didn't hesitate.

He tugged.

I caught his wrist, my breathing shaky.

He finally looked at me.

Dark blue eyes. Heavy-lidded. Intense.

Commanding.

I felt the heat of his gaze like a touch, crawling over my skin, stripping me down without a single word.

And then, low and hoarse, he spoke.

"Open this."

A shiver ran down my spine. My fingers tightened around his wrist, my heart slamming against my ribs.

I wanted to refuse. Wanted to tell him no, that I was too shy, that I couldn't do this on my own. But his eyes-those deep, dark eyes-held me captive. They had always held me captive.

With trembling fingers, I reached for my kurti.

The moment it lifted over my head, I felt the air hit my skin. My breath stilled as my loosened bra clung to me, my chest shifting slightly with the sudden loss of support. A sharp pang of self-consciousness hit me, my cheeks turning impossibly red.

I couldn't look at him.

But I felt his gaze.

It was everywhere.

Heavy. Intense. Burning.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his jaw ticking, his breath turning rough.

I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do with my hands. My skin was on fire, and my heartbeat was a frantic rhythm in my ears.

And then-he touched me again.

The moment Sidharth ji pulled my bra away, a shiver ran down my spine. The cold air made my skin prickle, but that wasn't why my breath hitched. It was his gaze. The way his eyes darkened as they roamed over me, slow and unhurried, like he was memorizing every inch of my bare skin.

Heat crawled up my neck. My instinct was to cover myself, but before I could, his hand caught my wrist-firm, warm, commanding. He didn't let me hide. My stomach twisted, a nervous flutter spreading through me, but I didn't fight him. I couldn't.

I looked away, biting down on my lower lip, my heart thudding in my chest. But then, I felt him lean closer, his breath warm against my face before his lips brushed against mine. Just a soft, teasing peck. But it was enough to send a tremor through me.

His other hand, the one resting on my stomach, started moving. Slowly. Deliberately. Sliding up, his fingertips barely touching my skin, yet leaving a burning trail in their wake. When his palm finally cupped my breast, a gasp slipped past my lips before I could stop it.

"I didn't kiss you all day."

His voice was deep-possessive, almost accusing. Like complaining. Like he had suffered because of it. My breathing turned uneven as I forced myself to meet his gaze. But I shouldn't have.

His eyes dropped again-to my lips, my chest, before lifting back up to lock with mine.

I felt lightheaded.

And then, his lips crashed against mine.

I barely had time to react before the kiss consumed me-hungry, deep, overwhelming. His tongue brushed against mine, demanding, taking, and I melted into him, my fingers curling into his t-shirt as I clung onto him. My body knew him. My body wanted him. I kissed him back, my hands sliding up his back, fingers burying into his hair.

A deep sound rumbled in his throat when I tugged at his locks, and suddenly, he bit down on my lower lip. Not too hard, but enough to make me whimper, enough to send another shiver straight down my spine.

"Ahh Aarth"

I should be embarrassed.

I was.

But before I could process it, he was moving lower. His lips trailed over my jaw, down my neck, and my entire body tensed as he went further down-his warmth, his breath, everything about him making me shiver with anticipation.

The moment his lips closed around my nipple, my heart skipped a beat.

My fingers tightened around his shirt. My back arched. A small sound slipped out before I could hold it back, and my toes curled at the familiar yet intense sensation spreading through me.

"A-Aarth..." My voice was barely a whisper, but he didn't stop. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, slow and deliberate, and my stomach tightened, heat pooling deep within me.

"Sleep, Cherry..." His voice was low, husky, his lips still pressed against my skin. "You're tired too."

Tired? Yes I'm.

But can I sleep? No.

I swallowed hard, pressing my lips together. How could I sleep when my body was burning under his touch? When he was doing this!!!

"A-aise...?" My voice was so small, so shaky, I wasn't even sure if he heard it.
(Like this?)

But he did.

His only response was a low hum, his lips still wrapped around me, the vibration of it sending another shock through my body.

My face burned. My fingers trembled as I clutched onto him, my heart pounding when I remembered how this would leave me in the morning-sore, sensitive, aching.

"S-subha, they'll hurt if you sleep like t-this..." I whispered, hesitantly glancing down at him.
(In morning)

Sidharth ji stilled. But he didn't let go. His lips were still latched onto me when he looked up, his dark eyes locking onto mine.

"I'll be gentle. I promise."

His words made something stir deep inside me, something warm, something I couldn't quite name. My breath faltered. I looked away, pressing my head into the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut to ignore the way my body refused to relax.

But true to his word, his lips moved softer this time, his touch more tender.

And yet... the sensation still lingered.

It still burned.

It still made sleep impossible.

At least... for a few more minutes.

Until exhaustion finally won over desire, and my body surrendered to the night.
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A warm weight pressed against me. Something firm, unyielding, but so familiar. My body stirred, shifting slightly, and that's when I felt it-his arm, wrapped around my waist, pulling me close, and something... something warm latched onto my skin.

A small sigh left my lips as sleep still clung to me. My lashes fluttered, my body too lazy to fully wake up. But as my fingers brushed against his bare arm, as I felt the slow, rhythmic movement of his breath against my chest, my mind started piecing things together.

I blinked my eyes open, still hazy with sleep, and looked down.

And then, my sleep disappeared completely.

Sidharth ji's lips were still wrapped around my nipple, his face buried against my chest, his breath slow, peaceful. His forehead was covered with messy strands of his hair, a few locks falling over his closed eyes. He looked so calm, so utterly content-as if this was the most natural way to sleep.

Heat crawled up my face.

Hey Bhagwan

But looking at him for a moment, I forgot everything-the shyness, the nervousness. My fingers moved on their own, slipping into his hair, brushing it away from his forehead. His hair was soft, thick beneath my fingertips, and I let myself linger, playing with the strands as I stared at him.

I didn't even realize I was smiling.

The memory of last night flickered through my mind. The way his lips had claimed me, the way his hands had held me, the way my own body had melted under his touch. It should have embarrassed me. A few days ago, it would have. But now... now, there was only warmth.

"Bahut besharam bante ja rahe hai aap, Aarth..."
(You're becoming very shameless, Aarth...)

A soft giggle slipped from my lips, barely above a whisper, as I shook my head.

He really was.

Sidharth ji, my husband, my Aarth doctor husband, was the same man sleeping like this-holding me like this, like he's a baby.

A soft fondness bloomed in my chest, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down, pressing a small, featherlight kiss on his forehead. My lips lingered for a second, my fingers still tangled in his hair.

He didn't move.

I pulled back, still lost in my own world, when suddenly, I felt it-a shift.

The hand on my waist moved, gripping me a little tighter. Before I could react, before I could even process what was happening, a sudden force flipped me over, and the next thing I knew, I was sprawled on top of him, my hands pressed against his chest.

My lips parted in a gasp.

His own lips had finally left my skin, but the sensation still lingered, sending a fresh wave of heat through me.

My mind struggled to catch up, to understand what just happened, when I felt it-his blue eyes, piercing, sharp, locked onto me.

Slowly, hesitantly, I looked down.

And found Sidharth ji staring right at me.

There was a lazy smirk playing on his lips, his gaze dark but amused, his fingers splayed over my bare waist, holding me in place. My breath hitched.

"Besharmi aapne dekhi kahan hai, Avi Noor?"
(Where have you even seen shamelessness, Noor?)

His voice was thick with sleep, low and rough, and the way my name rolled off his tongue made something stir deep inside me. My stomach clenched, my heart slammed against my ribs, and I felt my cheeks heat up so fast I was sure he could feel it too.

I had no words.

Only the feeling of his hands, his voice, his warmth-all of him, consuming me whole.

Sidharth pushed himself up slightly, his face inches from hers, his breath mingling with hers. His eyes, heavy with sleep and something darker, flickered over her lips before he closed the distance, capturing them in a slow, deep kiss. Noor melted against him, her fingers gripping his shoulders as his lips moved over hers, tasting, claiming-unchallenged, unhurried.

The kiss deepened, his hand moving down, tracing the curve of her waist before sliding up, cupping her breast. His fingers curled, pressing gently before pulling, lifting it towards his waiting mouth.

Noor's breath stuttered, her lashes fluttering as he moved lower, his lips replacing his fingers, pecking soft, teasing kisses over the sensitive skin.

She gasped when his tongue flicked against her, the sensation making her body jolt. One hand braced against the bed for support, the other instinctively covering his hand on her breast, not in resistance but in silent acknowledgment-acceptance.

He sucked gently, playful now, letting his lips and tongue explore, coaxing her body to respond.

Then, with a final flick, he pulled back, his lips curved in something close to amusement.

His hand trailed downward, tracing the line of her stomach, over her navel, until he reached her hips. Noor's breath hitched as his fingers wrapped around them, firm but careful. Then, in one smooth motion, he parted her legs, urging them to wrap around his waist.

Sidharth shifted, sitting up fully, bringing her with him, their chests now flush against each other. Noor found herself straddling his lap, her arms instinctively curling around his shoulders for balance. Her breath came shallow, especially when she felt something hard pressing under her.

Heat surged through her, but before she could process it, Sidharth was already moving.

His hands smoothed over her thighs, his touch firm yet reverent, before reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. With one swift motion, he pulled it over his head, revealing the toned, sculpted planes of his chest. The sight made her breath falter.

Her cheeks burned, but there was no space for uncomfortable-ness or shyness here-not when they had already explored, already touched, already learned each other's rhythm a little.

But still she was. Very much shy.

A slow smirk curved his lips, sensing her reaction. Before she could say anything, he grasped her hips again, rising from the bed effortlessly with her still in his arms.

"S-Sidharth...?" her voice barely came out, a gasp, her fingers clutching his shoulders.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, his free hand moved up, tucking her hair away from her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek in a slow, deliberate caress.

Her lips parted slightly, dazed, confused. "K-kya kar rahe hai aap?"
(What are you doing?)

A faint chuckle rumbled from his chest

"Abhi pata chalega, Noor."
(You'll find out soon, Noor.)

With that, he carried her toward the bathroom, pushing the door open with his foot. The second they crossed the threshold, he didn't give her time to think. His lips crashed onto hers again, urgent this time, demanding more.

One arm remained under her, supporting her weight, while the other tangled in her hair, guiding the angle of their kiss. Noor gasped into his mouth, her fingers sliding up his neck, gripping his hair as he deepened the kiss, drawing her further into the heat of him.

The steam from their bodies mixed with the cool air of the bathroom, heightening everything.

Then, with controlled ease, he set her down on the marble countertop, his body still pressed between her legs.

Only then did he pull back.

Both of them were breathing hard, their lips tinged with the aftermath of urgency.

Noor's heart pounded, her gaze locked onto his.

Sidharth exhaled, his eyes roaming over her face, lingering on her lips, then dropping lower-taking in the way she sat there, completely his, completely accepting.

The morning light seeped in through the sheer curtains, painting Noor's skin in soft gold. She pulled away, her breath uneven, her cheeks burning with a deep flush. The remnants of their kiss lingered on her lips, and Sidharth watched her intently-his gaze dark, unreadable, yet unmistakably filled with something raw.

He reached out, his fingers grazing the waistband of her pajama bottoms, a silent question in his eyes. He wasn't rushing, wasn't demanding-just watching. Waiting.

And Noor, caught in the intensity of the moment, felt her heart stutter in response. There was no hesitation in her, just the overwhelming heat curling in her stomach.

"Lift yourself a little, Cherry," he murmured, his voice low and rich, sending a shiver down her spine.

The deep timbre of his words wrapped around her, making her body hum with nervous anticipation. She hadn't expected that him to say all this and yet, it made something flutter inside her. She looked away, her hands gripping the countertop, her lashes dipping.

Still, she obeyed.

A small movement-just enough for him to slip the fabric down, dragging the soft cotton past her thighs, leaving her in nothing but delicate white panties. The air between them thickened as she stood before him, the daylight exposing her in a way the night never had. A new kind of vulnerability settled over her, and instinctively, she tried to lower her gaze.

But before she could, fingers-warm, firm-cupped her chin, tilting her face up.

Sidharth's thumb grazed her lower lip, his other fingers resting against the curve of her jaw as he leaned in, their noses brushing. His muscles flexed, tension coiling in his stance, though his touch remained controlled, restrained.

"Aap comfortable hai, Cherry?" he whispered, his breath fanning against her lips.

("Are you comfortable, Cherry?")

Her fingers curled against the cool marble of the countertop, her pulse a frantic rhythm beneath her skin. It wasn't discomfort that made her hesitate-it was the sheer intensity of the moment, the way he looked at her as if she were something to be unraveled, cherished, consumed.

She nodded.

That was all he needed.

Sidharth took his time, undoing the drawstring of his own pajama bottoms, letting them pool at his feet. Noor had never seen him like this before-not like this, with nothing but his boxers clinging to his sculpted body, muscles taut and defined under the morning light. Her breath hitched, eyes betraying her as they trailed over the hard planes of his chest, down to where the fabric sat low on his hips.

Her jaw clenched, thighs pressing together involuntarily.

A smirk ghosted across his lips, though he said nothing. Instead, he stepped closer, parting her legs with ease before settling between them. His warmth seeped into her skin, and when he grasped her chin again, guiding her gaze back to him, his voice dropped into something softer, something teasing.

"Ab hum dono ek jaise hai, Cherry," he murmured, a slow smile curving his lips.

("Now we both are the same, Cherry.")

A small, shy smile tugged at Noor's lips in response. It was fleeting, hesitant, but it was there.

Then, without breaking eye contact, Sidharth's hands slipped to her hips. His grip was steady, secure, as he lifted her with effortless strength. Noor gasped, hands flying to his shoulders for balance as he pressed his lips to hers again-this time slower, deeper, savoring the way she responded to him.

And just like that, he carried her, each step deliberate, his grip firm yet careful. Noor barely noticed where he was taking her, too lost in the sensation of his lips moving against hers, the way his fingers splayed against her skin.

It was only when she felt the cold marble against her back that realization dawned. The bathroom.

Before she could process it, warmth cascaded down her skin-hot water pouring from the shower above, soaking them both in an instant. Noor gasped at the contrast, the shock of heat against her chilled skin making her shiver. But Sidharth didn't let her dwell on it. He was still kissing her, his body pressing against hers, his hands firm on her waist.

And then-she felt it.

Something thick, hard, pressing against her through the soaked fabric of her panties. Her breath faltered, body stiffening for the briefest second. The realization sent a shockwave through her, but before she could react, Sidharth pulled her into another kiss-deeper, more consuming, guiding her hands to his shoulders as if silently urging her to just feel.

One of his hands drifted lower, settling on her hip before he slowly guided her against him, moving her just enough that the friction sent a sharp jolt through her veins. Noor let out a breathy sound, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Sidharth groaned in response, the sound reverberating through her as he repeated the motion-slow, teasing, deliberate.

The heat between them intensified, the air thick with steam and the weight of something inevitable.

And neither of them wanted to stop.

The steam curled around them, heat wrapping them in an intimate cocoon. Noor's back pressed against the marble, the chill of the stone contradicting the warmth pooling in her stomach. The sound of water cascading over them filled the silence, but all she could hear was her own uneven breathing, the soft gasps escaping her lips every time Siddharth moved against her.

His lips never strayed far, trailing over the corner of her mouth, her cheek, down to the damp skin of her jaw. Each kiss was unhurried, savoring her, claiming her. And yet, there was a hunger beneath his tenderness-a restraint that made her body burn even more.

Noor barely noticed the moment Sidharth's grip tightened around her hips, his fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. His body was firm against hers, the ridges of his muscles pressing into her softness, and when he rolled his hips once more, grinding against her, a sound escaped her-breathy, helpless.

A groan rumbled in Sidharth's chest, deep and guttural. He stilled for a second, as if relishing that sound, as if memorizing the way her body responded to him. Then, his lips were at her ear, his voice husky with restraint.

"You are gorgeous cherry, so fvcking gorgeous"

Noor's lashes fluttered, her fingers instinctively clutching at his shoulders as warmth pooled low in her belly. The weight of his words, the way he murmured them against her skin, sent a shudder down her spine.

And then he moved again-deliberate, teasing, slow. The friction of his hardness against her damp panties sent a shockwave through her, and this time, she couldn't bite back the moan that left her lips. Sidharth groaned in response, his hand sliding up to her waist, gripping her tighter.

Her body arched involuntarily, pressing closer, chasing the heat that only he could provide. Every nerve in her body felt alive, aware of nothing but him-the way his muscles flexed beneath her fingertips, the way his breath turned heavier, hotter, mingling with the steam around them.

"Ahh"

"I love when you moan like this Noor," he murmured against her throat, his lips trailing lower, pressing against the rapid pulse at the base of her neck.

Noor's breath hitched, her nails biting into his skin. "A-arth-"

Her voice broke when he rolled his hips again, firmer this time, dragging a sharp gasp from her lips. Sidharth exhaled sharply, his forehead pressing against hers, his control visibly slipping.

"Cherry," he whispered, voice thick with need. His fingers flexed against her skin, holding her steady, keeping her exactly where he wanted.

"You feel..." He groaned, as if words failed him, his head dropping to the crook of her neck, his lips parting against her damp skin.

Noor could barely think, barely breathe. The heat, the pressure, the slow, deliberate movements of his hips against her-it was overwhelming. She had never felt like this before, never felt so utterly consumed.

And then-his hands moved.

One slid up her back, fingers pressing against her spine, pulling her even closer. The other skimmed down, slipping beneath the waistband of her soaked panties, fingers teasing, testing. Noor gasped sharply, her body tensing for the briefest second before melting into his touch.

"Relax, Cherry," Siddharth murmured, pressing a kiss just below her ear. His voice was softer now, patient, but no less commanding. "Main hoon na?"

("I'm here, aren't I?")

The reassurance in his voice made something tighten in her chest, an unfamiliar warmth blooming beneath the fire. She swallowed hard, her fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest, finding comfort in the solidness of him.

Sidharth groaned at her touch, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed against her once more, slow and deliberate.

"Aap nahi jaanti, Cherry," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. His voice had dropped lower, rougher, his control fraying at the edges. "Main kitna muskil se khud ko rok raha hoon."

("You don't know, Cherry... how hard I'm holding myself back.")

Noor's breath shuddered. She could feel it-the tension in his body, the restraint in his movements. He was holding himself back for her, even when everything about him screamed hunger.

Something about that realization made her bolder.

Tentatively, she moved-just the slightest shift of her hips against him, just to see what it would do.

Sidharth inhaled sharply, his grip tightening so hard she gasped. His forehead pressed against hers again, his breath uneven, his control slipping just a little more.

"Cherry," he warned, his voice dangerously low.

Noor bit her lip, eyes wide, heart hammering. She had never felt this powerful before.

Sidharth exhaled heavily, his fingers dragging along her spine before gripping her fully, holding her still. "Bas," he whispered.

"Agar aapne yeh phir kiya..."

("Enough. If you do that again...")

His unfinished threat sent a new rush of heat through her, and she knew-he wouldn't be able to stop himself much longer.

And she didn't want him to.

Her lips parted, chest rising and falling with each rapid breath. Slowly, she met his gaze, her fingers trembling but determined as they traced his jaw.

"Aarth," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

Something snapped in his eyes.

And then-he kissed her.

Hard.

His mouth claimed hers with a desperate kind of hunger, his hands gripping her body, molding her against him as if trying to fuse them together. Noor gasped into his mouth, but he didn't slow down. He devoured her, tasting, taking, worshipping.

And when his fingers finally slid lower, past the final barrier between them, Noor's moan was swallowed by his lips.

Siddharth groaned, the sound vibrating through her as his fingers moved, exploring, learning. Noor's entire body shuddered, her head falling back against the marble as sensation crashed over her in waves.

The steam thickened, wrapping around them like a cocoon, blurring the lines between heat and desire, restraint and surrender.

And in that moment, there was nothing else.

Just them.

Noor felt weightless against the cold marble, but the way Sidharth held her-firm, commanding, unrelenting-kept her grounded. His hands were everywhere, mapping the curves of her body as if committing every inch to memory.

Her lips parted on a soft gasp as his fingers brushed lower, past the waistband of her panties, teasing just above where she ached for him most. He didn't move further-not yet. Instead, his other hand skimmed upward, trailing the damp path between her ribs, before finally cupping her breast.

Noor's back arched instantly, a helpless moan spilling from her lips.

Sidharth groaned in response, his grip tightening as his thumb brushed over her hardened peak, circling slowly, deliberately.

"Bahut sundar lagti hai aap aise, Cherry," he murmured against her throat, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss there.

("You look so beautiful like this, Cherry.")

Noor whimpered, pressing closer, needing more-more of his touch, his heat, his weight against her. He gave her just that, rolling his hips into hers again, dragging another sharp gasp from her. The friction was unbearable, the wet lace of her panties doing nothing to shield her from the hardness pressing against her core.

And then-finally-he moved again.

His fingers dipped beneath the soaked fabric, sliding lower, teasing through her slick folds with an agonizing slowness.

Noor choked on a moan, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. "A-arth-"

He groaned at the sound of his name on her lips, his fingers parting her gently, exploring her wetness. "Fvck" he groaned, his voice rough, reverent. His forehead pressed against hers, breath uneven as he circled her most sensitive spot with a featherlight touch.

Noor whimpered, nodding desperately, her body trembling against his.

Sidharth exhaled heavily, his restraint visibly fraying. His fingers moved again, firmer this time, pressing just right-just enough to make her shudder and cry out.

"Fvck yes!" he groaned, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was all-consuming, deep, and demanding.

His tongue swept into her mouth just as his fingers pressed harder, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her aching flesh. Noor gasped into his mouth, her nails digging into his back, her body arching helplessly into his touch.

He didn't rush.

He took his time, savoring every reaction, every little moan that spilled from her lips. His other hand remained on her breast, kneading, teasing, his thumb flicking over her hardened nipple in rhythm with the movements below.

Noor was drowning in him.

Her body trembled with every stroke of his fingers, every press of his hips, every breathy groan that escaped him when she clenched around nothing, desperate for more.

"A-arth, ahh"

Her plea was cut off by a sharp gasp when he slipped lower, one finger teasing at her entrance before slowly, teasing her before returning to her clit.

Siddharth groaned, his breath ragged. "Cherry" he muttered, voice thick with restraint.

Noor couldn't respond. The pleasure was too much, her body tightening around him as he moved-slowly at first, then faster, his thumb rubbing firm circles over her most sensitive spot.

The heat inside her built, higher and higher, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Her thighs trembled against his hips, her head falling back against the marble as she chased that unbearable, burning pleasure.

Sidharth's lips found her Jaw pressing open-mouthed kisses along her damp skin. "Aankhein kholiye, Cherry," he murmured, his fingers never slowing. "Mujhe dekh ke yeh mehsoos kariye."

( "Open your eyes, Cherry. Feel this while looking at me.")

It took everything in her to obey. Her lashes fluttered open, and when her gaze met his-dark, intense, filled with something raw-her body tensed, pleasure coiling impossibly tight.

"Sidharth-"

"Bas, Cherry," he murmured, his voice strained, hoarse. "Shhh..."

And she did, come all over his fingers.

A cry tore from her throat, her body shattering around his fingers as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. She clung to him, her entire being trembling as he guided her through it, his fingers never stopping, never leaving her until she was completely undone.

Sidharth groaned as he felt her pulse around him, his own control slipping. His hips rutted against hers, chasing his own pleasure now, his movements rougher, more desperate.

Noor barely had time to catch her breath before she felt it-the hard, insistent press of him against her core, the desperate way his body shuddered as he ground into her, seeking relief.

His forehead pressed against her shoulder, his breaths ragged, his moans low and unrestrained.

Noor, still high from her release, did the only thing she could-she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him impossibly closer. "A-Aarth," she whispered, breathless.

A guttural groan tore from his throat at her words, and then-he lost himself.

His hips jerked against her one final time, a broken moan escaping his lips as he found his release, hot and uncontrollable. His entire body tensed against hers, muscles flexing, his breath shuddering as pleasure overtook him.

For long moments, he didn't move.

He simply held her, his head buried in the crook of her neck, their bodies still pressed together, heat and steam surrounding them like a haze.

And then, when his breathing finally evened out, Siddharth pulled back just enough to meet her gaze.

Something shifted in his eyes-something deeper, something almost vulnerable.

Slowly, he lifted his hand, fingers still trembling slightly, and cupped her cheek. His thumb brushed over her lips, his touch reverent.

For the first time, Sidharth pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her nose. Then on her forehead.

It was slow, tender.

A silent promise.

Noor's heart stuttered.

And just like that, she knew-this had changed something between them forever.

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