Third person's pov!

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"Oh Dhruv..."

The room was hushed, the only sound was their mingled breathing. Shraddha and Dhruv sat close, their bodies almost touching.

Dhruv's gaze was fixed on Shraddha, his eyes filled with a longing that was both intense and tender. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her jawline. Shraddha shivered, her breath catching in her throat.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Shraddha's heart pounded in her chest. She turned her head, her eyes meeting his.

Dhruv leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. Shraddha closed her eyes, savoring the moment. His kiss was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to break the fragile spell between them.

But then, his kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more demanding. His hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer. Shraddha's arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair.

The world seemed to fade away as they surrendered to the intensity of their feelings. Their kiss was a symphony of longing and desire, a dance of two souls intertwined.

The air between them felt charged, a blend of unspoken words and emotions threatening to spill over. Dhruv's hand trembled as it cupped Shraddha's face, his thumb brushing away a single tear that slipped down her cheek.

"Shraddha..." His voice cracked, raw with everything he couldn't say. "I can't lose you."

Her eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head.

"Dhruv..."

Her voice pierced through him, and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers.

"I will never let you go again. Never."

She reached up, her fingers tracing his jawline, her touch featherlight yet grounding.

"I am so angry with you, so hurt. But why is that I can't stop loving you," she asked, her voice barely audible.

His breath caught at her confession. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her with a tenderness that conveyed his regret, his longing, and his love.

The kiss deepened, and the days of pain and separation melted away, leaving only them, raw and vulnerable, yet whole in each other's arms.

Dhruv's hands moved to the hem of her kurti, hesitating. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

"May I?" He asked, his voice laced with both need and reverence.

Shraddha nodded, her hands sliding to the buttons of his shirt, her fingers trembling.

"I want this. I want you," she said, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling within her.

As the layers between them fell away, Dhruv's lips found the curve of her shoulder, his kisses slow and deliberate.

"I don't deserve you after keeping so many secrets from you,," he murmured against her skin. "But I will spend every day proving that I do."

Tears spilled from Shraddha's eyes at his words. She tilted his face up, forcing him to meet her gaze.

"You hurt me, Dhruv. But maybe you are the only one who can heal me too," she said, her voice breaking. "And I want that. I want us."

His heart swelled at her words, and he kissed her again, this time with an urgency born of love and desperation.

"I'll never hurt you again," he vowed between kisses. "I'll cherish you, protect you, love you... always."

Shraddha's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

"Then show me, Dhruv," she whispered. "Show me how much you love me."

And he did. His touch was reverent, his hands memorizing every curve of her body as if to etch her into his soul.

"You are my everything, Shraddha," he murmured, his lips trailing over her collarbone. "You are the reason I have been able to breathe again."

Her hands moved over him, her touch hesitant at first but growing bolder with each passing second.

"You have broken my heart, Dhruv," she admitted, her voice trembling. "But somehow, you are the one who makes it whole again."

Their movements grew unhurried yet intense, their bodies speaking a language that words could never capture. Dhruv's hand found hers, their fingers intertwining as he pressed her hand to his chest.

"Feel that?" He asked, his voice thick with emotion. "It beats for you, Shraddha. Only for you."

"I feel it. I feel you." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she whispered.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their connection transcending the physical. It was a reunion of souls, a moment where all their pain, regret, and love collided, leaving only the raw purity of what they shared.

He covered her breast with his hand and rolled the pad of his thumb over her nipple, and Shraddha's eyes fluttered. She moved and moaned and then gasped when he took her nipple into his mouth and did something wonderful, tugging and sucking at the same time until she couldn't keep still.

One hand curled into his dark hair, even as she arched up so as to intensify the pleasure of his tongue lathing her stiffened nipple while the other hand skittered over his back, tracing muscle and sinew.

His arousal throbbed against her and she parted her legs, feeling the wetness between them, craving more than just his mouth on her breast.

She wanted to feel him moving inside her right this very minute, but he was taking his time.

He moved from one breast to the next, paying the same level of attention to the second as he had to the first, caressing one nipple with his fingers, teasing and tugging while his mouth drove her crazy as he suckled the other.

She was panting as he nuzzled the underside of her small breasts before trailing his tongue lazily along her stomach, pausing only to dip into her belly button before sinking between her thighs. Shraddha gave a little squeak of shock but then the pleasure that washed over her as his tongue found the groove between her legs closed her mind down completely.

Sensation replaced thought. He teased her core with his tongue and kept his hands on her inner thighs, keeping them apart as he continued to explore. When he dipped two fingers into her she groaned, and felt the slow build of an orgasm.

She didn't want to come like this. She wanted him in her, filling her up, but that tongue was devastating. She moved against his mouth, loving the twin sensations of her core being stimulated while inside her his fingers were equally erotic, driving her relentlessly to heights she had never dreamt possible.

She drew her knees up and her orgasm, as she spasmed and shuddered against his mouth.

On and on it went, wave upon wave until she was utterly spent. She lay like a rag doll for a few seconds, but as she drowsily looked at him, once again drinking in his beauty and power, she could feel her sated body begin to stir again.

And then, in a swift move, he was inside her, moving in and out of her as they both moaned in pleasure.

When it was over, Dhruv pulled her into his arms, holding her as if afraid she might disappear.

"You are my home, Shraddha. You mean the whole world to me," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her hair.

Shraddha rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over his heart.

In the silence that followed, their breaths mingled, their hearts beating in perfect rhythm. 

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