CHAPTER 41
Every day, Every moment
VIHAAN
Her lips taste like a promise I’ve been waiting my whole damn life to claim.
Yes, we did kiss that day in the shower, but this one is different.
It's soft, warm, hesitant. My hands slide under the thin fabric of her blouse, my fingertips grazing over the smooth heat of her skin until they stop at the clasp of her bra.
I still. My breath fans against her mouth as I whisper, “Is this okay?”
Her lashes flutter, cheeks burning, and for a second I think she’ll push me away. But then she nods, the smallest, shyest movement, her whisper barely audible. “Yeah… it’s okay.”
Relief surges through me, mixed with a need so raw it’s almost painful. I press my forehead against hers, trying to ground myself. “You just say stop, Poorvi. Anytime. I mean it.”
Her hand slides up my chest, trembling, as though she’s as unsure as I am desperate. “I trust you, Vihaan.”
God, those words undo me. No one’s ever said that to me and meant it the way she does. Not with this kind of innocence, this kind of weight. My fingers move slowly, carefully undoing the hook, the sound of it coming apart louder than the pounding in my chest.
She stiffens, and I pause, letting her set the rhythm. My thumb brushes her side in slow, soothing circles. “You’re so damn beautiful,” I murmur because I can’t hold it in. “You drive me insane just by breathing.”
Her lips part like she wants to argue, to deny it the way she always denies her worth, but the words don’t come. Instead, her eyes close, and a tiny shiver runs through her body when I kiss the curve of her shoulder, trailing up to the delicate line of her neck.
Inside, my thoughts are a mess. Go slow. Don’t scare her. Don’t ruin this. Don’t let her think she’s just another girl in your arms. Because she’s not. She’s it. The one.
Her blouse slips off her shoulders, pooling around her waist, and I take a moment just to look at her. Not in hunger—though every nerve in me is screaming with it—but in awe. She bites her lip, trying to hide her face, and I catch her chin gently, making her look at me.
“Don’t,” I whisper. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see you. All of you.”
Her breath hitches, but this time she doesn’t look away.
I lower her gently onto the mattress, my body caging hers, but my movements careful, deliberate. My hands roam, not rushing, just learning her like I’ve been waiting for this map my whole life. Every dip, every curve, every tremble that tells me where she’s sensitive.
“Vihaan…” she breathes, my name breaking on her lips, and I swear I could die right here and it would still be the best moment of my life.
“Tell me what you need,” I murmur against her mouth. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
Her fingers clutch the back of my kurta like she’s holding on for dear life. “Just… don’t leave me.”
Something cracks open inside me. Not lust. Not just love. Something deeper, something that feels like forever. I kiss her again, pouring every unsaid promise into it.
My voice comes out low, almost unrecognizable. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Her eyes flick toward mine, wide, uncertain.
I inch closer, my hand brushing the curve of her shoulder before tracing down her arm, slow, careful. Every part of me wants to devour her, but the way she tenses reminds me—this isn’t about me. This is about her feeling safe. About her trusting me.
“You don’t have to be scared,” I whisper, my lips grazing her temple. “I’ll wait as long as you want. I just… I want to be close to you.”
Her breath hitches, and I feel the shiver that runs through her body. She turns slightly, her eyes meeting mine. There’s fear in them, yes, but there’s also something else—something braver.
“Vihaan,” she murmurs, almost inaudible. “I want this. With you.”
My heart stumbles, and for a moment I just stare at her, memorizing the softness of her mouth, the way her fingers twist the sheet nervously. “Are you sure?”
She nods, and that tiny gesture undoes me.
I lower my lips to hers, starting slow, testing.
She responds tentatively, like she’s still learning the shape of us, and I let her set the rhythm.
My hand skims her waist, her skin warm under my touch, and her body arches toward me on instinct.
That small, unspoken surrender sends heat rushing through me.
“I’ve never…” she starts, her voice breaking.
I hush her with a kiss. “Neither have I,” I admit against her lips, honesty pulling me bare. “We’ll figure it out together.”
Her breath catches, and she lets out a shaky laugh that feels like sunlight breaking through clouds.
I move slowly, mapping every inch of her, committing her to memory. The way her breath stutters when I touch the inside of her wrist. The way her eyes squeeze shut when my mouth trails down her neck. The way she whispers my name, soft and urgent, like a prayer.
Desire claws at me, but I force myself to keep control. She deserves tenderness, not hunger. When I finally settle above her, I search her eyes again, waiting for the smallest sign of hesitation.
She gives me none. Only a nod, small but sure.
I press a kiss to her forehead, then her lips, whispering into her skin. “Tell me if it hurts. Tell me anything, and I’ll stop.”
Her fingers grip my shoulders, grounding me. “Just… don’t let go.”
The words nearly undo me.
When I move inside her, she winces, her body tensing, and guilt stabs through me. I pause instantly, brushing her hair back, kissing away the strain on her forehead. “Breathe with me,” I whisper, holding her close until her breaths fall in sync with mine. “That’s it. I’ve got you.”
Slowly, she relaxes, her body yielding, her nails biting into my back as she pulls me closer. Every sigh, every shudder, every whispered plea is etched into me. And when she finally moves with me, matching my rhythm, it feels less like sex and more like something sacred.
Her lips brush my ear. “Vihaan…”
My name has never sounded like this before. Raw. Needful. Loved.
“I love you,” I murmur, my voice breaking, my forehead pressed to hers. “God, Poorvi, I love you so much.”
And when her body tightens around me, when her cry mixes with mine, it feels like the world disappears, leaving only us—two hearts, one rhythm, one truth.
Afterward, I gather her against me, her body trembling in the aftershocks. I kiss her hair, her cheeks, her lips, whispering over and over, “You’re mine. You’re everything. You’re perfect.”
Her eyes glisten as she whispers back, “I can’t believe this is real. You’re real.”
I cup her face, making sure she sees the truth in me. “It’s real. We’re real. And this is only the beginning.”
She buries her face in my chest, and as sleep begins to take her, I press one last kiss to her hair. “I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you,” I whisper into the darkness. “Every day. Every moment.”