The soft moonlight filtered through the window, casting a serene glow over the room. Ankita lay on the bed, the quiet hum of the night around them. Agastya sat beside her, his hand gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He looked at her with concern, his touch tender as he made sure she was comfortable. Her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, meeting his gaze.
Ankita’s heart fluttered as she took in his closeness. Agastya’s presence, always so protective, now felt comforting, his proximity sending warmth coursing through her veins. He leaned in, adjusting the pillow under her head, the movement bringing them even closer. For a brief moment, his body brushed against hers. The proximity made the air between them thick with unspoken words, the intensity of their shared history filling the space.
Agastya hesitated, his chest tightening as he realized just how close they were. His heart raced, but his instincts told him to pull back, afraid of crossing a line. He tried to distance himself, but before he could, Ankita’s hand gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling him toward her. His eyes widened, surprised by her boldness.
Ankita’s gaze met his with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. She didn’t speak a word, but in that moment, she pulled him closer, her lips meeting his in a soft, unexpected kiss. The world seemed to stop, the kiss quiet but full of emotion. Agastya’s breath caught, his mind spinning. But the connection between them was undeniable, and he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
He let go of the hesitation and kissed her back, his hand gently cupping her face, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Ankita’s fingers ran through his hair, her lips moving with his in a rhythm that felt all too natural. The kiss deepened, a silent promise passing between them, a declaration of everything they had been too afraid to say until now.
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