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The bell rings, marking the end of the class.
Chairs scrape, books shut, and one by one, students begin to leave the room. Laughter echoes in the hallway, mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps.
Sanvi too picks up her bag silently and starts walking towards the door.
But Ahaan... he doesn't move. He just sits there, eyes fixed on her, waiting-hoping-that she would at least glance at him, maybe even ask him to walk together. Something. Anything.
But Sanvi doesn't even look back.
Just as she steps past him, Ahaan suddenly grabs the strap of her bag from behind.
Startled, Sanvi stumbles a little and is pulled back into her seat.
Ahaan (softly but firmly):
"What's the rush? You could've waited. We could walk together... like before."
Sanvi (avoiding eye contact, tiredly):
"Maybe some other time... I'm just really exhausted today."
Ahaan (his voice sharp with bottled-up frustration):
"Oh, come on, Sanvi! Don't start with these excuses. You've been gone for months and now that you're finally back, this is how you behave?"
Sanvi (pulling her bag away, eyes scanning the room nervously):
"At least let go of my bag, Ahaan. Don't make a scene... everyone's watching."
Ahaan (pausing, then sighing):
"Okay... sorry."
As the classroom empties out and silence settles in, they finally begin to walk side by side, an awkward air hanging between them.
Ahaan (breaking the silence):
"Will you come with me today? Just... somewhere."
Sanvi (hesitant):
"It's already late. Where could we even go? Let's do this tomorrow."
Ahaan (with a small chuckle):
"So what if it's late? I'm here with you, right?"
Sanvi (rolling her eyes):
"Oh wow... since when did you become my bodyguard?"
Ahaan (half-teasing, half-serious):
"Come to my place."
Sanvi (suddenly alarmed):
"Are you out of your mind? It's almost night, and you're inviting me to your house? What would your mom and dad say?"
Ahaan (calmly):
"They're not home. They left for an anniversary trip. I'm alone for four days."
Sanvi (mocking softly):
"And you want to spend the very first night... with me?"
Ahaan (smiling faintly):
"Yes. Let's cook something together. I'll make you your favorite, I promise."
Sanvi (her expression turning serious):
"I would've come, Ahaan... I really would have. But there's already too much going on in my life. I'm just... not in the right headspace. Please try to understand."
Ahaan (his tone changing, voice full of pain):
"And what about me, Sanvi? You think I'm okay? I haven't heard your voice for months. Not a word. And now you're back, but there's still a wall. Still this distance. Why does it always have to be like this with you? Why do I always have to beg... for every little thing?"
Sanvi (hurt, frustrated):
"Bye, Ahaan.
Go find someone else to pass your time with."
She turns away, walking off without looking back-leaving Ahaan standing there in silence, his heart heavier than ever.
Ahaan's hand shot out, snaring Sanvi with a possessive force that stole her breath. He hauled her against his hard body, the suddenness of the movement making her gasp. His mouth crashed onto hers, a brutal claiming that sent shockwaves through her. It wasn't a tender caress; it was a raw, primal need unleashed.
He gripped her face and the delicate curve of her neck, his fingers digging in slightly, a thrillingly possessive hold. The kiss was a storm - fierce, demanding, as if he were starving and she was his only sustenance.
The difference in their heights became a sensual dance. Ahaan leaned down, his body a warm, solid weight pressing against hers, while Sanvi, caught in the tempest of his desire, instinctively rose onto her tiptoes. Her hands, trembling, clutched at the fabric of his t-shirt, not just for balance but as if trying to anchor herself in this sudden, overwhelming torrent of sensation.
Her mind, still reeling from the unexpected assault, struggled to catch up, leaving her momentarily passive under the relentless assault of his mouth. Ahaan devoured her lips, sucking and nipping with an unrestrained hunger that both terrified and ignited a flicker of something unfamiliar within her. He was staking his claim, a dominant force leaving no room for doubt.
Then came the sharp, deliberate bite on her lower lip. A small cry of surprise and a nascent pain escaped Sanvi's throat, a vulnerable sound that only seemed to fuel Ahaan's fire. It was an invitation, a surrender he seized instantly. His tongue plunged into her mouth, a bold invasion that explored every crevice, every sensitive nerve ending. The intimacy was sudden, shocking, and undeniably arousing. Slowly, a hesitant response bloomed within Sanvi. Her tongue tentatively met his, a shy dance that gradually grew bolder, mirroring the frantic thrumming of her heart against his chest. Ahaan could feel the wild rhythm, a palpable sign of her awakening desire, and it only intensified his own.
They were isolated on that deserted stretch of road, the occasional passing vehicle a mere blur in their peripheral vision, utterly insignificant in the charged bubble they had created. The outside world ceased to exist. Their universe had shrunk to the feel of their bodies pressed together, the taste of each other's mouths, the ragged sound of their mingled breaths.
The kiss deepened, morphing into something intensely carnal. Sanvi's soft moans, initially born of surprise, now carried a different weight - a burgeoning desire that echoed the insistent ache growing within her. Hearing her, Ahaan tightened his grip, pulling her so close that there was no space left between them. Sanvi could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing urgently against her core, a blatant, undeniable demand that sent a shiver of heat through her. A slickness bloomed between her thighs, a secret response to his blatant need. Her lips throbbed, swollen and sensitive from his fervent attention. The sustained effort of being on tiptoes sent sharp pangs of protest through her calves.
Instinctively, her heels dropped back to the ground, the sudden break in their physical connection causing a frustrated growl to rumble in Ahaan's chest. He pulled back, his eyes dark and blazing with an unfulfilled hunger that mirrored her own dawning desire.
Ahaan- "Sanvi," he breathed, his voice thick with a raw longing that sent a tremor through her. "My need for you hasn't been quenched."
Sanvi- "I... I need to get back to my hostel," she stammered, the words barely a whisper, her breath catching in her throat.
Without another word, Ahaan's arms scooped her up, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. He backed her against the rough texture of a nearby wall, the impact of stealing her breath. His eyes, intense and possessive, locked onto hers, conveying a silent message of raw, untamed desire.
Ahaan- "Fuck the hostel," he stated, his voice was a low, husky growl that vibrated against her skin. "I need you now."
And then, their lips met again. This time, the urgency was tempered with a slow, deliberate exploration. It was a deep, soul-searing kiss, each touch a sensual revelation. Every few heartbeats, they would break apart, their eyes locking in a silent communion, a mutual understanding that this very moment, this raw, consuming connection, was everything they craved. It was as if their souls were speaking a language only they understood, a language of pure, unadulterated desire.
Sanvi's hands, no longer trembling, found purchase on Ahaan's collar, her fingers tangling in the soft fabric, pulling him closer. His hands, meanwhile, were on a sensual journey of their own. One hand remained cupping her ass, his thumb now tracing slow, deliberate circles that sent shivers down her spine. The other hand moved with a blatant possessiveness towards her boobs , his fingers closing over the soft mounds beneath her shirt. He squeezed, hard, and a sharp, involuntary moan escaped Sanvi's lips, a sound that Ahaan instantly swallowed with his kiss. It was a primal exchange, a dance of dominance and burgeoning surrender.
Driven by an insatiable need, Ahaan's fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons of her shirt, impatiently pushing the fabric aside to reveal the delicate lace of her bra. His hand slipped beneath, his thumb finding the hard nub of her nipple, teasing and twisting until a strangled cry escaped Sanvi's throat. Her body arched against his, a silent plea for more.
Lost in the escalating sensations, Sanvi's grip on his neck tightened, her nails digging into his skin, a desperate, involuntary reaction to the overwhelming pleasure. Ahaan seemed oblivious to any discomfort, his focus entirely on the intoxicating taste and feel of her. Emboldened by his intensity, Sanvi's mouth trailed down his neck, her lips and tongue creating a wet, fervent suction. She sucked deeply, passionately, leaving a dark, throbbing mark that would serve as a visible testament to their heated encounter for days to come.
The sounds that rumbled in Ahaan's chest, a mixture of pleasure and raw desire, only fueled the fire within her, making her slicker, hotter, her every nerve ending screaming for more. She moved her mouth across his neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses, each one a brand of their shared passion.
Sanvi: "Can we... continue this at your place now, please, Ahaan?"
Ahaan: "God, I was waiting to hear that."
Both Sanvi and Ahaan were burning with desire, barely keeping it together out on the road, surrounded by people. They somehow managed to control themselves-but now, Sanvi was finally at Ahaan's place.
Ahaan looked at her like she was silently saying yes to everything he wanted. Sanvi, breath hitching with anticipation, didn't say a word. She just stepped inside with him, heart racing, knowing exactly what this night was about to become.
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