Chapter 35
Singapore
Hi, Adi… I really need to talk to you.
Please, can you forgive me? I made a mistake…
I miss you…
I need you, Adi… This is so hard.
Please can you reply? Your silence is heart wrecking.
It had been two days since the night of Mamta Wahi’s party, and there was only silence from Aditya. He refused to reply to her messages, and his absence hurt. She’d even sent him a gift, still there had been no response from him.
Now she understood how he must have felt when she had tried to shut him out of her life. She’d been an utter fool and behaved awfully with him. She sighed. She remembered his face so clearly. He’d looked so angry and so very hurt that night. And it was all her fault.
After he’d stormed away from her, she’d forced herself back into the party, planting a smile on her face, carefully masking the ache inside her as she finished her work.
Every task had felt unbearable with Aditya only a few feet away, refusing to talk to her, refusing to even look at her.
The pitying glances from Aisha and Shauna only made her feel worse.
She’d gone home that night with a heaviness lodged in her chest. Only one thought had kept her sane.
He hadn’t denied their relationship when his mother had confronted him.
That small truth had been her single thread of hope.
She had reluctantly boarded the flight to Singapore, her heart aching with every mile that carried her farther away from Aditya.
She didn’t know when she’d see him next or even hear from him.
He’d told her categorically that he wanted time, and she was trying to be patient.
But it was hard. She’d sent him a text each time she felt weak and the urge to talk to him had taken over her mind.
However, she had resisted calling him so far.
She looked around the empty house in Singapore, its silence pressing down on her.
Shauna was still in Mumbai, and the house was too quiet without her.
She checked the time. It was eleven at night here.
Ahaan would be in bed by now. She’d left him back with her mother-in-law.
The older woman had promised to look after him.
She smiled, thinking of how her relationship with her mother-in-law was improving each day, and how the older woman was trying hard to be kinder and gentler.
It was definitely a good start to, hopefully, a happier and better future.
She sat on the sofa, mindlessly flipping through the TV channels. Work, school, food, even sleep held no appeal. She was restless and on edge, her thoughts circling around Aditya. Where was he? What was he thinking? What would he decide? Had he received her gift? And what had he thought of it?
The bell rang, startling her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the clock. It was midnight. Who could possibly be here at this hour?
Cautiously, she opened the door. Her breath caught when she saw Aditya standing there, a luggage trolley by his side and a magazine rolled in his hand. Happiness burst inside her chest. Yet he only watched her, his gaze unreadable.
She stepped aside. Her hands trembled as he walked in, shutting the door behind him.
He rolled his trolley inside and tossed the magazine on the sofa.
Finally, he straightened, looking at her.
The silence stretched between them, heavy and uncomfortable.
She hated this awkward distance that had crept in.
“Sabrina,” her name escaped his lips like a plea, and before she could even move, he reached for her.
His arms closed around her, pulling her against him. She clung to him just as tightly, her heart racing, dizzy with relief that he was here, and she was back in his arms, right where she belonged.
“God, I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured into her hair.
Tears pricked her eyes. “What took you so long?”
“I needed to think… But the more I stayed away from you, the more I realized how much I loved you. And how foolish I was for wasting my time being miserable without you when all I had to do was talk to you and hear you out.”
“I’m so sorry for putting you through that.” She searched his face. “Are you sure you want to be with me, even after knowing what I may have done?”
“I don’t care about that. I know you, and I know you must have had a reason for doing what you did.”
She gaped at him, taken aback by his absolute faith in her. God, this man… She loved him so much. Why the hell had she not put her faith in him? Why had she not believed that he would stand by her despite everything?
Her gaze moved over him. He looked exhausted. There were shadows under his eyes and a weariness in the set of his face. Then she saw what he was wearing… and her breath caught. The T-shirt of team India. The one she had sent him—her gift to him.
His eyes flicked to hers, catching her reaction, and the faintest smile touched his mouth. Without a word, he turned so she could see the back: her name was printed across it. And beneath it, the number six—Ahaan’s birthdate. She’d sent him a note with this gift.
The only name and number we want you to wear are ours.
Love, Sabrina and Ahaan
He had told her those exact words the day of the cricket match—the day everything between them had spiraled.
Back then, he had said it lightly, teasing, but she’d heard the truth beneath it.
And now, by sending him this very T-shirt, she wanted him to know she felt it too.
That she chose him just as deeply. That her son did as well.
She had hoped—quietly, desperately—that he would understand.
And now, seeing him wearing it… He had. He truly had. Happiness flooded her.
“Ahaan’s birthday is on the sixth?” he asked.
“Yes, sixth of February.”
He exhaled, his eyes soft and sure.
“I’m yours, and his,” he said. “And you’re mine. Both of you are.”
His hands framed her face. “Promise me that you’ll give me all of you. No more secrets. No more hiding.”
Her throat tightened, but she nodded. “I promise.”
His mouth came down on hers, hard and hungry, giving her no room to breathe or to think.
The kiss was like rain falling on a dry land.
It was a rush of heat and relief all at once.
He parted her lips, and his tongue slid against hers, making her shiver.
She pressed closer, needing more, needing him.
He kissed her over and over, stealing her breath until she couldn’t think of anything but him.
His hands moved down to her waist, then slipped under her crop top, sliding upward, his fingers brushing over her flaming skin.
Heat rushed through her, and a heavy ache spread low in her body.
She leaned into his touch, needing everything he was doing.
It had been too long. God, it had been too damn long since she’d been in his arms like this.
Aditya pulled her even closer. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and she moaned.
Without breaking from their kiss, Aditya lifted her in his arms and carried her to her room.
“Adi…” she whispered as he lowered her to her feet. “We really need to talk about…”
“Stop talking,” he said, continuing to kiss her.
“But…”
“I said stop talking…” His jaw lifted as he studied her. “… and take off your clothes.”
The command in his voice pinned her in place. Liquid heat filled her core. God, she’d missed him like this—the predatory look in his gaze, the authority in his tone, the dominance in his stance. It was so hot. He was so Goddamn hot.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of her top.
Slowly, she peeled it upward, then tossed it behind her. She shed her tracks next, removing every piece of her clothing, until she stood nude in front of him. Bared to him completely.
His gaze burned over her as though seeing her for the first time.
His eyes swept over her slowly from top to toe and then back again.
A deep sound rumbled in his throat, low and primal, and Sabrina shivered.
His hands slid over her waist, rising up and up, until he captured her breasts in his palms, squeezing, tugging and pinching.
A soft moan escaped her lips. He took one breast in his mouth and swirled his tongue around her flesh.
His teeth scraped a pebbled tip, and she whimpered.
He repeated his assault on her other breast, making her moan louder.
“Mine!” he growled against her skin. “You’re mine. Don’t you ever forget that.”
He claimed her mouth with an urgency that stole her breath. Desire thrummed inside her, wild and insistent. His heavy erection pressed against her core, and a sharp aching need tore through her. She wanted him, urgently, fiercely.
Her hands caught at his T-shirt, dragging it upward.
She couldn’t wait—she slipped her hands beneath the fabric, savoring the heat of his skin before she pulled the shirt over his head and threw it carelessly away.
Her palms traced the solid strength of him, the familiar lines of his body that she’d ached for.
She dragged her nails lightly across his chest, urging him closer, urging him to bare himself to her.
His hands moved to his belt, and her pulse leapt as the metal buckle clinked open.
In seconds, he stood bare in front of her.
Her mouth watered. God, he was splendid.
So strong, so powerful, so hers. She placed a kiss on his chest, her tongue running down, her teeth scraping against his skin.
His muffled words were music to her ears.
She moved lower and lower, until she kissed him there, where he was hot and hard for her.
Kneeling on the floor, she took him in her mouth, her head bobbing over him.
His hand knotted in her hair as she pleasured him, watching every reaction of his, enjoying every sound coming from his mouth.
“Fuck, Sabrina, fuck!” he yelled.
Her tongue flicked over him in circles, and his fist tightened in her hair.
“Stop!” he ordered, finally. “I want to come inside you tonight. It’s been too fucking long.”
He pulled her to her feet and pressed her against the bed, his weight pinning her, his heat surrounding her. She gasped as his mouth found hers again, hot and relentless. Her hands moved across his back, his shoulders, and his hips.
“I can’t be gentle tonight, beautiful.” His tone was rough.
She cupped his face. “I’m yours, Adi… Take me.”
Wearing protection, he pressed his erection into the vee between her thighs and entered her in a quick stroke. Her breath shattered into a cry as he began to move inside her. His pace was fierce, unrelenting, every thrust leaving her trembling, clinging to him, drowning in him.
She writhed beneath him, soft sounds escaping her mouth.
Every part of her was strung tight, teetering on a breaking point.
Desire sizzled and burned inside her. She let out a shaky breath.
Aditya pressed his thumb to that tight bundle of nerves at her core, the same time he bit her nipple.
That was it. She tumbled over the edge as waves of fierce, blinding pleasure took over her mind.
But before she could take a proper breath, Aditya flipped her around, positioned her the way he wanted and thrust into her from behind. He hit a spot inside her, and pleasure sparked inside her again.
“God, I love you so much,” he rumbled against her ear.
Her mouth opened to repeat the words back to him, to tell him she loved him too, but Aditya pushed hard inside her, and a whimper escaped her mouth instead.
He moved relentlessly, each thrust stealing her breath until she could do nothing but moan beneath him.
He held her firmly in place, his control absolute.
The sheer force of him left her trembling.
“Adi…” she whispered, her mind blurring, her body spiraling beyond reason. His hand gripped her breast, and heat rushed through her. Stars burst behind her closed eyes as the world broke apart around her.
With a last, final, powerful thrust, he cried out her name, his body going taut against hers before he finally stilled.
She was still shaking when he slumped forward, his weight heavy and comforting as he buried his face against her shoulder, still holding her close.
Her eyes drifted shut on a blissful sigh, her body and heart utterly spent.
Moments later, she opened her eyes to look at him.
Aditya was sprawled on his stomach, his hair mussed, and his face relaxed.
God, he was perfect—they were perfect together.
For the first time in days, she felt at peace.
Her chest swelled with love. And then it struck her.
She hadn’t actually confessed her love to him.
She hadn’t told him what was in her heart.
Her fingers brushed his cheek, and a soft snore fell from his lips.
She choked back a laugh and pulled him into her arms.
They still had lots to resolve between them. Tomorrow, she would do that. Tomorrow, she would tell him everything. Tomorrow, she would tell him she loved him. Tomorrow, all would be well.