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The kiss between Zahir and Khushi intensified, their shared warmth becoming a refuge from the biting cold. As their lips moved against each other with increasing fervour, the boundaries between them blurred, their desires taking over. The cold air in the treehouse heightened their senses, making every touch, every breath feel electrified, as if the chill outside only fueled the fire between them.

Zahir's hand slid up Khushi's back, his fingers curling around the nape of her neck as he deepened the kiss. Khushi responded eagerly, her hands gripping his jacket, pulling him closer. She could feel his heart pounding in sync with hers, the rhythm mirroring the escalating passion between them.

"Khushi," Zahir murmured against her lips, his voice rough with desire, "you are driving me crazy."

"Good," Khushi whispered back smugly, her breath warm against his cheek. "That makes two of us."

Their lips met again, more fervent, more desperate this time. Zahir's hands found the hem of Khushi's shirt, and he pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. Khushi didn't waste a second, tugging off his jacket and shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin against hers. The sensation of their bodies pressing together sent a surge of heat through her, igniting a flame that she hadn't realised was burning so fiercely.

As the cold air hit her exposed skin, she shivered slightly, but Zahir's touch quickly warmed her. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a path of heat in their wake. Khushi gasped as his mouth brushed the sensitive skin of her collarbone, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

"Zahir," she breathed out, her voice laced with both need and urgency. "Don't stop."

Zahir responded by kissing her even deeper, his hands exploring the curves of her body with a possessive tenderness.

"I wasn't planning on it," he muttered, his voice vibrating against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them rising. Khushi's hands roamed over his back, feeling the strength in his muscles as they tensed under her touch. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel him against her. The sensation of his body against hers, the firmness of his grip, and the softness of his lips made her dizzy with desire.

"Zahir," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of longing and surprise at the intensity of what she was feeling, "I didn't think... it would feel like this."

Zahir paused for a moment, his breath heavy as he looked into her eyes. "Neither did I," he admitted, his voice husky, "but I don't want to stop."

"Then don't," Khushi whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before pulling him back down to her lips.

Their movements grew more frantic, more urgent, as if they couldn't get enough of each other. The treehouse, their unplanned sanctuary, became the backdrop for their intense, intimate connection. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word only drew them deeper into each other.

"You are so stubborn, Khushi. Do you know that?" Zahir muttered, his lips brushing against her ear as his hands continued to explore her body, eliciting a soft moan from Khushi.

"Would you have me any other way?" Khushi shot back, her voice breathless as she tugged him closer, their bodies pressed together in the confined space of the treehouse.

"I guess not," Zahir replied, his voice low and rough with emotion. "I can't seem to get enough of you."

"Then don't," Khushi whispered again, her voice laced with need. "Don't stop, Zahir."

Their breathing became more ragged as they continued to lose themselves in each other, the cold and their surroundings fading into the background. All that mattered now was the heat between them, the way their bodies moved together in perfect, passionate harmony.

Zahir's hands roamed over Khushi's skin, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Khushi's fingers traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the tension and power beneath his skin. It was intoxicating, this closeness, this intensity. She had never felt anything like it before, and she wasn't sure if she ever wanted it to end.

"Khushi," Zahir said softly, his voice thick with emotion as he pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, "I didn't expect this, but... I don't want it to end."

Khushi met his gaze, her heart racing. "Then don't let it," she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with certainty.

With that, they came together again, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and filled with a burning desire. Time seemed to stretch, their surroundings blurring as they continued to explore each other with a mixture of urgency and reverence.

Zahir's hand moved behind her back and deftly unhooked her bra. With impatient fingers, he pulled her bra off her body and took in the glorious sight of her.

"You are gorgeous." Zahir said, as his hand cupped her breast and gently kneaded it, eliciting a moan from Khushi. His mouth descended down on her and his hot mouth closed in around her nipple, sucking and licking.

"Zahir.." Khushi moaned and it made Zahir's movements more passionate.

Zahir's hand moved lower, tracing the curve of her hip before pulling her even closer. Khushi's breath hitched as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her. She arched into him, her body responding instinctively to him. The intensity between them grew with each passing moment, the desire to be closer, to feel more, overwhelming them both.

"Zahir," Khushi whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and need. "I have never felt like this before."

"Neither have I," Zahir admitted, his voice low and filled with the same intensity. "But I don't want it to stop."

"Then don't let it," Khushi repeated, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pulled him back to her.

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt both primal and intimate, each touch, each kiss, heightening the connection between them. The cold outside was forgotten, replaced by the heat of their shared passion. The world beyond the treehouse ceased to exist; all that mattered was the two of them, lost in each other.

The night wore on, and with it, their connection deepened. Zahir's hands caressed every inch of her upper body, his touch both gentle and possessive. Khushi's responses grew more urgent, her need for him driving her actions. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, their desire fueling their every movement.

As the hours passed, their initial urgency gave way to something deeper, more profound. They explored each other with a reverence that surprised them both, the intensity of their connection growing with each passing moment. Words became unnecessary, their actions speaking louder than any declaration ever could.

Finally they slowed, their bodies exhausted but sated. They lay together, their breathing heavy, their limbs tangled in a way that felt both intimate and comforting. They had a very heavy make out session which neither of them had expected.

Zahir pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his hand resting on the small of her back. Khushi sighed contentedly, her head resting on his chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling her into a peaceful state.

Neither of them spoke, the silence between them filled with a sense of understanding, of something unspoken but deeply felt. They had shared something intense, something that went beyond mere physical connection. And as they lay there, holding each other in the quiet of the early morning, they both knew that something between them had irrevocably changed.

Finally, as the sun began to rise, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, the warmth of their connection keeping the cold at bay.

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