The months seemed to fly by, drawing Zada and Amar, Zian and Neha, and Sam and Vansh closer together. Each of their love stories blossomed, surrounded by the easy warmth and laughter of new romance and friendship.

But for Zahir and Khushi, it was a different story. Their undeniable attraction was as strong as ever, but neither would admit to the feelings simmering beneath. Yet, every chance they got, they would find themselves in each other's arms, their moments of intimacy full of tension and passion. And each time, they would pull away, murmuring the same words: 'It doesn't mean anything.'

One evening, they were at the apartment the girls share after a gettogether. The others had left in couples, for some 'couple time', leaving Khushi and Zahir alone. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, an electric charge that always seemed to grow whenever they were alone.

"Are you seriously going to that party with that guy?" Zahir asked abruptly, his voice laced with irritation. Khushi shot him a surprised look.

"What's wrong with that? He has been a nice friend since I joined the institute," she replied, brushing off his tone.

"Friends don't flirt the way he does. He is all over you, Khushi." Zahir clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing.

"Oh, please, Zahir. He doesn't flirt with me. Even if he is, how does it matter to you?" She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defensively.

"Or are you just trying to make me jealous?" Zahir asked. Khushi stared at him, her jaw clenching as well.

"Jealous? You think I am doing this just to mess with you?" She shook her head, exasperated. "Not everything I do revolves around you, Zahir."

"Then why do you keep him around?" Zahir shot back, his fists clenched as he struggled to keep his voice steady. "Why do you keep going out with him?"

"Because he is my friend, Zahir! He doesn't just show up to kiss me whenever he feels like it and then act like it never happened!" Khushi's eyes flashed, her words sharp with accusation. Zahir stiffened, his anger and frustration flaring.

"You think that's all this is to me?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper, though it was thick with tension. "You think I am just...using you?"

"Well, what else am I supposed to think?"

"In that case, I can ask you the same thing, right? Who began this 'it doesn't mean a thing' nonsense? Me or You?" Zahir shot back and Khushi flushed at that reminder.

"Whatever! Anyways, it's not my fault if you can't handle seeing me with someone else, Zahir. Maybe that's your problem, not mine."

Zahir's jaw tightened, his breathing heavy as his anger spilled over, unable to keep himself from grabbing her by the waist, pulling her close until their faces were barely an inch apart.

"Maybe it is my problem," he growled, his voice low. "Maybe I don't want to see you with anyone else."

Khushi's breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, they both stood frozen, their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills. Her heart pounded, and she felt her own anger fade into something entirely different, something she had been fighting for far too long.

"Then do something about it," she whispered, her voice a challenge.

And that was all it took. Zahir's mouth crashed onto hers, fierce and hungry, all the tension between them exploding as his hands pressed her closer, pulling her against him. Khushi responded just as passionately, her hands tangling in his hair as she matched his intensity, their kiss turning desperate, as if they were both trying to erase all the frustration and jealousy that had been building between them.

They broke apart for a moment, both breathing heavily, their eyes still locked.

"It doesn't mean anything," she whispered, even as her lips brushed him again.

He smirked, his voice low as he whispered back, "No, it doesn't."

With that, they kissed again, and any words they might have had for each other were lost as the unspoken feelings between them took over, leaving everything else forgotten.

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The room was thick with tension, every breath between them charged with a longing they could no longer deny. Zahir's hand slid up to cradle Khushi's face, his thumb tracing the edge of her jaw as he brought her lips back to his in a searing kiss. She melted against him, her fingers sliding over his shoulders, holding on as if she'd finally given up fighting the inevitable pull between them.

Without breaking the kiss, Zahir walked her back toward the couch, his hands gripping her waist, firm and possessive. He guided her down, leaning over her, his gaze dark and intense. Khushi looked up at him, her heart pounding wildly as her fingers traced along his cheek and down to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips.

"Tell me to stop if you want me to," he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl.

Khushi's answer was to pull him down, pressing her lips to his with a passion that left no room for doubt. She didn't want him to stop—couldn't bear the thought of stopping. Not anymore.

"I want you, Khushi." Those words were a husky whisper, but he didn't wait for a response as his lips claimed hers in a kiss that was gentle yet demanding in equal measures. The desire in her leapt to life, sending heat spiralling through her.

She wound her arms around his neck, pulling herself against him.

"Zahir," she gasped, which had the effect of increasing his desire, his assault on her senses.

He touched his hand to her face, a stab of desire shooting through him as she closed her eyes and sighed. She was so beautiful, so incredibly sexy.

He softened his assault, reminding himself that this is their first time, and he needs to make it special.

The softness of Zahir's kiss was so intoxicating that Khushi's mind spun, leaving her lightheaded, and she leaned against his lean, hard body.

She wanted his kiss, his touch, his total possession in a way she had never known before.

The need inside her for this guy was all-consuming.

Zahir picked her up and carried her into Khushi's bedroom.

She looked beyond him towards the large bed. He brought her down to stand on the floor and swiftly pulled up her tee shirt, leaving her just in her bra. He took off his tee shirt and joined her on the bed.

She waited with bated breath for his hands to touch her bare skin.

His touch, when it came, was the sensual trail of his fingers down her spine, making her shudder with pleasure.

"You are so beautiful." His husky whisper was filled with desire, and she closed her eyes against the onslaught of sensations she had never felt before.

"I want to explore all of you. Slowly. Very slowly," he said, and he turned her and hugged her from behind.

"I am all yours."

In a bid to hold onto his control, to take things slowly, he moved his fingertips down her back.

The shudder of pleasure and soft sigh she gave was almost too much, but he held onto his control.

Instead, he put his arms around her waist, spreading his palms over her bare stomach before moving upwards to her bra clad breasts. He kneaded her breasts over the fabric of the bra. Khushi groaned, wanting to feel his hands on her bare breasts.

"Touch me, Zahir.." Khushi moaned and in a swift move, Zahir unhooked her bra and pulled it off her, leaving her upper body bare for his eager eyes and hands.

He caressed the swell of them, desire throbbing through him as she leant back against him, gasping in pleasure.

He circled the hardness of her nipples with his fingertips, lowering his head to kiss her neck once more.

"Zahir," she sighed his name as he kissed up her neck, his fingers still teasing her nipples.

"Oh," Khushi cried as she pressed her fingers into his hair, and he moved to the other breast and began the torment once more.

He moved his kisses lower again and looked up at her, knowing he couldn't take much more of this.

His control was slipping rapidly away.

The next second, they were both on the bed, with him on top of her. Their remaining clothes hit the floor, as the room filled with the moans and breaths of them.

He kissed her, and she kissed him back, demanding more from him as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. A wild sensation erupted within her, and her hips lifted to him.

"Khushi," he breathed out and quickly donned a condom that he had kept handy. Ever since their make out sessions started getting more and more passionate, he had kept a condom ready with him, because he knew one or the other day, they were going to succumb to passion and go all the way.

She pulled up her knees, wrapping her ankles around his legs as she clung to his back. The heated hardness of his erection pressed against her, but it wasn't enough, and she lifted her hips, gasping as she felt him slowly possess her.

She pressed herself provocatively up to him, drawing him deeper inside her until he completely filled her, and his name came to her lips. "Zahir."

He looked down at her, and before he could say anything or stop, she kissed him hard, demanding more from him, from this moment.

Everything turned wild as she gasped against his lips, lifting herself up to him, digging her nails into his back.

He thrust deeper and harder, taking her to a height of wild pleasure she'd never imagined possible.

"Oh, Zahir..."

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