Chapter 29
Kavya
A tide of anxiety engulfs my senses, leaving me completely frozen as the memories of last night flood back. The only thing I can feel is the frantic pounding of my heart as I realise I’m lying here, naked, with Reyansh’s arm wrapped around me. My back is pressed against his chest, and I can feel his breath tickling my bare skin , adding to my unease. What have I done? Last night, I needed Reyansh with a desperation that blurred the lines between right and wrong, making me oblivious to the mistake I was making . My mind was clouded; all I wanted was to forget everything. But now, in the early morning light, the choice I made is messing with my head.
I feel Reyansh kiss my shoulder, but I can’t bring myself to open my eyes and face him. My emotions are in turmoil, and my nakedness only adds to my vulnerability, making me feel even more exposed and weak, afraid I might lose control again.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his husky voice sending a shiver through me and making my stomach flutter. But I keep my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, too afraid to face him . The fear of his reaction to how I threw myself at him last night keeps me muted.
“I know you’re awake. Please don’t hide from me, not after what we shared,” he whispers, tightening his hold on me .
“I... I’m sorry,” I manage to say. “ I shouldn’t have acted the way I did last night. I’m ashamed of how I behaved last night, letting myself forget everything and using it as an escape.” The words tumble out of my mouth, heavy with regret.
Not wanting to hear his response and afraid of further embarrassment, I’m about to untangle myself from him and make an escape. But before I can even make a move , he flips me onto my back in one swift motion, making me gasp as his body presses down on me mine . The sight of him hovering over me, his chiselled face framed by the rough stubble on his cheeks , makes my heart race.
He pins me with his intense gaze. “Don’t you dare diminish what happened last night by calling it an escape or a mistake ,” he hisses in a stern voice. “ I know you needed to let go after everything you’ve been through lately, but that doesn’t mean what we shared was meaningless or just a distraction. It was special beyond words. You promised me that you’re mine, and I’ll hold onto that promise with everything I have.”
I sigh softly, locking eyes with him as I finally voice my thoughts . “Reyansh, I come with a lot of baggage, and after yesterday, if you feel like this is too much or if you want an out, I will understand completely. Being with me won’t be easy; there’s a lot to handle,” I admit. “I’m still searching for my sister’s culprit, and it’s a messy situation that might end up affecting both of us. I don’t want to drag you into something that could complicate your life.”
His reply is immediate and firm, “I don’t need an out. I need you. We’ve had this discussion before, and nothing has changed regarding my feelings for you. If anything, I’m more protective of you now,” he says, his voice filled with an undeniable resolve . “I need you, Kavya. Your smile, your tears—I want to be the person you can reach out to whenever you need someone,” he continues softly. “I need you with the good and the bad because you’re not just someone I want; you’re someone I need in my life.” Goddamn. His words take my breath away.
“You have all of me,” I whisper softly. I never imagined a man could fill my heart with such love and protectiveness after everything with Deepak. Losing my parents, dealing with my sister’s coma, and facing constant threats have left me feeling lost, like a stranger in my own skin . But with him, I feel safe, cherished, and deeply loved. It would be a big mistake to disregard what we share and let go of this bond. This is where I am meant to be. With him.
His lips curl into a grin. “And I will forever cherish every part of you,” he murmurs, lowering his head to kiss me, but I place my hands on his chest, stopping him.
“Wait,”
His brows knit together. “What’s wrong?”
I smile up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I need to tell you something,” I say softly, looking into his eyes. I’m in awe of this man and how effortlessly he’s become an essential part of my heart and life. With every moment we spend together, he feels more like someone I can’t live without, someone I will never want to forget. I’m drawn to him—his laughter, his love, his kindness, the way he looks at me as if he understands me completely. And now, I can no longer contain my feelings inside. I’m bursting with the need to tell him how I feel.
His eyes blaze as he stares back at me. “What, sweetheart?”
“I love you,” the words escape my lips, and though the feelings have always been there, I’ve often pushed them aside. But today, saying it out loud feels like a heavy weight has been lifted from my chest.
Giving him a soft smile, I watch a myriad of emotions play across his face. His eyes widen, a flicker of disbelief crosses his features, and then it’s replaced by a wide, radiant smile that lights up his entire face.
“I love you too, sweetheart, so damn much,” he says, bringing his mouth to mine in a kiss that makes me forget the world outside.
“Reyansh...” I moan as his lips trail down, his mouth finding my sensitive nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart,” he murmurs against me.
I know I should stop now that I’ve come to my senses, but there’s an undeniable feeling of rightness between us. This feels right. We feel right. We just fit together perfectly. There’s no sense in trying to overthink it or rationalise what we have . Instead of fighting my emotions, I let out an audible sigh of surrender, relaxing into the moment and allowing myself to enjoy his touch.
“Yes, more,” I rasp out, surprised by my newfound bravery in voicing my desires without hesitation. I don’t want to hold back anymore—not with him.
“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll get you there,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as his fingers continue to move against me, sending waves of warmth through my body. I can’t help but bite down gently on his shoulder, trying to stifle the moan building in my throat.
“Fuck, I wanted to give you time to recover, but you’re making it hard for me to control myself,” he hisses.
“I don’t want you to hold back. Take me. I’m yours, only yours,” I whisper breathlessly.
“Yes, mine, only mine,” he groans out, his voice rough with need. And before I know it, he pulls out his finger abruptly and fills me with his cock as he moves inside me . I wrap my arms and legs around him, clinging to him for dear life, my heels digging into his back. As he thrusts, his teeth clench, his head is thrown back, and his eyes close as he chants my name. The way he loses control because of me sends a thrill of excitement through my veins. It doesn’t take me long to shatter into a mind-blowing orgasm. I see stars before I finally catch my breath. When my breathing returns to normal, I find myself wrapped tightly in his arms, my head pressed against his chest.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, his voice laced with concern.
Tears prick my eyes at his tenderness. “No, you didn’t hurt me,” I whisper, feeling comforted as I listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“You need to eat, sweetheart. I’ll order us breakfast,” he says, gently stroking my hair.
I bury my face deeper into his chest, not wanting to leave his warm embrace. I want to stay like this forever, but I can’t. There are things that need to be resolved.
“I think I’ll go home and have breakfast. I also need to go to work,” I say reluctantly, forcing my mind back on the responsibilities awaiting me outside.
“Call in sick and spend the day with me. Yesterday was a lot for you to take in; you need to take it easy and relax,” he suggests, hugging me closer, causing the butterflies in my stomach to flutter even more wildly.
“I can’t. I have to go home and check on Nisha before heading to work,” I repeat softly.
He groans softly but doesn’t push further. “Fine, but you’re not leaving without breakfast.”
I lift my head from his chest and meet his gaze, running my hands over the stubble that covers his cheek. “Well, I have a condition of my own.”
His brow arches curiously. “ What’s that ?”
“I want to cook us breakfast. It’s the one thing I can do to show you how special you are to me.”
He leans in and kisses my forehead. “You’ve already made me feel special by giving me the most special gift—yourself. N othing can top that.” He kisses my nose. “But if cooking breakfast makes you happy, then I won’t stop you.” Another kiss, this time on my cheek. “Or… you can make me feel special by staying here with me in bed,” he adds with a grin, his lips brushing against mine.
“Breakfast,” I mumble against his lips, a smile forming on my lips as I hear him grumble.
“You sure know how to kill my mood, don’t you?”
“I’ll make it up to you,” I say, noticing his eyes darken, fully aware of what he’s thinking. But I can’t resist adding with a laugh, “With breakfast.” I hear him grumble under his breath once again, knowing I’ve just poured cold water over his desires.
“You’ll pay for this,” he says, climbing out of bed with a scowl.
I throw my head back and laugh, feeling a rush of happiness wash over me. He has a remarkable talent for bringing lightness and joy into my life, and in this moment, I couldn’t be happier. This man is my everything, and I can’t even begin to imagine life without him.