15. DONT YOU WANT ME? (18 )

                                    

                                          

Anvi's POV:
The cool night air hit my skin as we went back home. My heart was still racing from everything that had happened earlier. Dhruv had this way of making me feel safe, yet so nervous at the same time. 
When we entered the room, I watched as he casually pulled off his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. My gaze lingered longer than I intended, and before I knew it, my hand reached out to touch him.
"You're... so hard," I whispered, feeling the strength of his body under my fingertips. He was ripped. Dhruv caught my hand, his grip firm yet gentle, and tugged me toward him. I gasped, looking up at him as he smirked.
"I'm hard, but not just here," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. It took me a second, but when I understood what he meant, my face flushed red with embarrassment. My eyes widened as I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.
He cupped my jaw, lifting my chin to meet his intense gaze. “I was heartbroken when I found out you were going to marry someone else. It killed me, Anvi. I couldn’t bear the thought of you being with anyone but me.”
My heart skipped a beat at his words. I felt so many emotions at once: happiness, guilt, relief. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. 
“Why are you sorry?” Dhruv asked, his tone soft yet curious. “Because I lied…” I admitted, looking down, but he chuckled, pulling me closer by the waist and placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“I’m not angry,” he ended. “I was sad, but now... you’re mine. That’s all that matters.” I nodded. “I’ll never leave you, Dhruv. I promise.”
He smiled, but I could see the relief in his eyes. His touch lingered, making my pulse quicken. My eyes wandered over his body again, admiring every inch of him. Dhruv noticed, of course, and a smirk tugged at his lips.
Feeling flustered, I quickly crawled into bed, pulling the blanket over myself as if it could hide my embarrassment. His laughter filled the room, warm and teasing. “Wear something comfortable, sweetheart,” he said with a grin.
Blushing, I peeked out from under the blanket. “Give me your T-shirt,” I mumbled shyly. “It’s comfortable.”
He didn’t hesitate, handing me his new washed shirt immediately. I smiled to myself as I went to the dressing room to change. His shirt smelled like him, and it was oversized, falling just above my knees. When I came back out, he was already lying on the bed in nothing but track pants, his smirk still firmly in place.
I tilted my head, half teasing, half curious. “Aren’t you going to wear a shirt?” His response was quick, and playful. “Aren’t you going to wear pants?”
My face turned bright red as I realized what he meant. The room was filled with laughter. I quickly looked down again.
Dhruv's POV:
I couldn't take my eyes off her. The way my shirt hung loosely on her, barely covering her thighs, made her look even more tempting. Anvi had gained some weight over the last few weeks, thanks to me ensuring she ate all the healthy food I could provide. She looked fuller, more radiant, and absolutely beautiful—like she was meant to be mine.
I watched as her eyes darted downward, her cheeks burning with that familiar blush. My heart pounded harder, and before I knew it, I was on my feet, marching toward her with a hunger I could no longer contain. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t move away. 
In a swift motion, I cupped her neck and crashed my lips against hers, kissing her with intensity. I was devouring her, owning her in every sense. I felt her hands clutch my waist as she kissed me back just as fiercely, her soft gasps and moans driving me wild. My hand slid down, gripping her ass as I pressed clothed manhood against her lower, whispering possessively against her lips, “You’re mine.”