A line crossed
Author's pov-
The events of the day still lingered in Divya's mind. No matter how hard she tried to push the thoughts away, purv's voice, his touch, his concern-it all replayed in her head like a song stuck on repeat.
The night air was cool as she stepped onto her balcony, seeking some solace in the quiet. The city lights blinked in the distance, but her mind was elsewhere.
Then, her phone buzzed.
Her heart skipped a beat.
For a second, she debated ignoring the message. But curiosity-no, something else-drove her feet forward.
She grabbed a hoodie, slipped out of her house, and made her way downstairs. The moment she stepped out, she saw him.
Purv leaned against his car, hands shoved in his pockets, his usual unreadable expression in place. But there was something different about the way his eyes found hers-something intense.
"You okay?" He asked.
Divya folded her arms. "You texted me just to ask that?"
He exhaled sharply. "No."
"Then why-"
Before she could finish, he took a step closer. The space between them shrank, and suddenly, breathing became a conscious effort.
Purv's gaze flickered to her lips for the briefest second, but divya caught it.
Her stomach flipped.
"Divya..." His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant.
She didn't know who moved first, but in the next second, the world around them disappeared.
His lips met hers, firm yet cautious, as if he wasn't sure whether she'd pull away. But she didn't.
Instead, she leaned in, fingers gripping his hoodie, grounding herself. And then something shifted.
The hesitation melted away.
Purv's hands found her waist, pulling her closure, and the kiss deepened-slow, intoxicating, like a storm building before it crashed.
His fingers dug into her skin, his body pressing against hers, as if was trying to memorize her-every curve, every breath.
Divya's heart pounded wildly, but she didn't care.
She wasn't thinking. She wasn't overanalyzing.
For the first time in a long time, she was feeling.
Purv pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathless.
"This... this shouldn't be happening," he muttered, but his grip on her didn't loosen.
Divya swallowed. "Then why does it feel right?"
He didn't answer.
Because they both knew the truth.
Whatever this was-it wasn't supposed to happen.
But neither of them was willing to stop.