Third person's pov!

"I- I shouldn't have left you alone last night, Shraddha. I am sorry I forgot about you. It was all too much for me to handle and I just..." Dhruv trailed off, his guilt evident in his voice.

"It's okay, Dhruv. You were hurt and you didn't know how to handle it. But I hope from now onwards, if there is anything that causes your worry, you would come to me. Alcohol is not the solution for anything, Dhruv. You know it better than anyone. You once told me that you had clawed out of your addiction with much difficulty. Too much indulgence can lead you to a relapse. I won't be able to bear it, Dhruv." Shraddha said softly.

"I am sorry. This won't happen again." Dhruv said and Shraddha leaned up and placed her lips on his.

As Shraddha's soft lips pressed against Dhruv's, a sudden jolt ran through him. For a moment, time seemed to stop. Her touch was hesitant, delicate—a kiss that spoke of comfort and care, rather than passion at first. But then, something inside him stirred. It was the first time she had initiated a kiss, and the gentleness of it broke through the storm of emotions still swirling inside him.

Dhruv's eyes fluttered shut as he savoured the moment, the warmth of her mouth against his slowly pulling him from the darkness. He could feel her uncertainty, her vulnerability, but also her trust—something he had longed to feel from her for so long. His heart pounded, not with the weight of his recent revelations, but with the rising need to hold on to her, to feel her closer.

Instinctively, Dhruv deepened the kiss. His hands moved to cup her face, gently but firmly, holding her as if she might slip away. The soft caress of her lips against his ignited something raw inside him. The kiss went from tender to consuming in seconds, the desperation and unspoken emotions between them surging forward all at once.

Shraddha let out a quiet gasp, her breath mingling with his, as Dhruv tilted his head to the side, taking control. He kissed her with an intensity that left no space for hesitation, his mouth moving against hers with hunger. Her fingers found their way to his chest, gripping his shirt as if trying to ground herself amid the whirlwind of sensations.

Dhruv's thumb gently traced the curve of her jaw before sliding into her hair, holding the back of her head as he pulled her even closer. His kiss was no longer gentle—it was possessive, filled with the desire he had held back for too long. His lips parted hers, his tongue sweeping over the seam of her mouth before delving deeper, exploring, tasting. The heat between them grew, every second intensifying the connection they shared.

Shraddha's hands slid from his chest to his shoulders, gripping tighter as she surrendered to the moment, matching his rhythm with a passion she hadn't known she was capable of. Her heartbeat raced, every inch of her alive with the sensation of Dhruv's lips, his touch, the way his kiss conveyed emotions he hadn't put into words.

The world around them faded away, and there was only the feel of him—the way he kissed her like she was his only anchor, like she was the one thing that could save him from drowning in his pain. Dhruv poured everything into that kiss—his regret, his guilt, his yearning for her. Every sweep of his lips against hers was an apology, a promise, and a plea for more.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Dhruv rested his forehead against hers, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that mirrored the emotions swirling inside her.

"I want you, Shraddha.." Dhruv whispered huskily.

Shraddha's breath caught in her throat at Dhruv's whispered confession. Her cheeks flushed with warmth, and she instinctively lowered her gaze, her heart racing with a mixture of emotions she couldn't quite name. Desire, yes. But also something deeper—something she had been afraid to fully acknowledge until now.

But when Dhruv softly commanded, "Look at me, Shraddha," the tenderness in his voice broke through the swirling tension inside her. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet him.

The connection between them at that moment was undeniable. His gaze was intense, searching hers for permission, for a sign that she felt the same. Her lips parted, but no words came. Instead, she answered with her eyes—softening, trusting, allowing him to see the unspoken 'yes' in her expression.

There was no hesitation in her. She had already given him her heart. Now, she was giving him everything.

Dhruv's breath hitched at her silent consent. His eyes darkened with a fierce possessiveness, but also a gentleness that reassured her, made her feel safe. Without another word, he bent down and, with surprising swiftness and grace, scooped her up into his arms, lifting her effortlessly in a bridal carry.

Shraddha gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, her pulse quickening as she realised what was about to happen.

Dhruv's arms held her securely, possessively, as he turned and strode toward the bedroom with purposeful, confident steps. His gaze never wavered from hers, as though silently telling her that she belonged to him, that nothing else mattered in this moment but them.

As they entered the room, the door swung shut behind them with a quiet click, sealing them in their own private world.

He gently laid her on the bed and hovered over her.

"Shraddha.."

"Hmmm..."

"Look at me.." Dhruv said. She shook her head, finding it difficult to look into his eyes, knowing what was about to happen.

"Look at me, Shraddha. I want to see you when I make love to you.." Dhruv said and Shraddha felt her heart galloping.

"I want you to look at me when I touch you, Shraddha. I want you to look at me when I kiss you. I want you to look at me when I make you mine in every possible way." Dhruv whispered huskily and Shraddha felt herself shudder with every word he spoke.

"Stop speaking, Dhruv. Please.." Shraddha begged, finding it too hard to handle him making love to her through mere words.

"What else do you want me to do? Tell me, Shraddha.." Dhruv demanded, as his index finger trailed down the side of her face.

"Dhruv..." She moaned. as his fingers slipped down her throat and reached her cleavage. She gripped his finger tightly in her fist, stopping him from moving down.

"What do you want me to do, Shraddha..."

"Kiss me, Dhruv.."

A/N

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