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Ananya
When I woke up, Arjun wasnât there. But on the bedside table, a note was waiting for me.
I picked it up, unfolding it with curiosity.
"Good morning, my Firefly. Go freshen up and come to the bookshelf area. ð"
A smile tugged at my lips as I noticed the little hand-drawn emoji at the end. Shaking my head at his antics, I got up, quickly freshened up, and made my way to the bookshelf area as instructed.
"Arjun�" I called out, but there was no sign of him.
Thatâs when I noticed another note placed on the shelf.
"Pull the first book on the third shelf."
Frowning in curiosity, I did as told. The moment I pulled the book, the entire bookshelf shifted, opening like a hidden door. My breath hitched as I stepped inside, my eyes widening in astonishment.
It was a mini libraryâwalls lined with bookshelves, some filled, some empty. But what stunned me the most was the collection on one of the shelves.
Wait⦠these were my books.
When did Arjun bring them here from my home?
And then, my eyes fell on another letter resting beside the plush, soft sofa.
Curious, I picked it up. On the envelope, in Arjunâs familiar handwriting, were the words:
"Only for My Firefly."
A smile tugged at my lips as I carefully opened it.
But as I unfolded the pages, my eyes widened in surprise. This wasnât just a simple one-page letterâit was a list.
A long one.
I let out a soft chuckle, shaking my head. "What is this, Arjun?" I whispered to myself, amusement lacing my tone.
My heart flutters at the sight of Arjunâs handwriting. Itâs neat, preciseâjust like him. A handwritten letter. He actually wrote me a letter.
A small smile tugs at my lips as I begin reading.
My Firefly,
I know you never expected a letter from me, but I couldnât let this day pass without telling you what you mean to me. You once wrote in your diary that words have the power to heal, even when spoken softly. So today, let my words find their way to the parts of you that you keep hidden from the world.
Yes, I read a little from your diary. Iâm sorryâI never meant to invade your privacy. But if Iâm being honest, I donât regret it. Because in those pages, I found pieces of you that the world doesnât see, the parts youâve locked away. And if nothing else, I want you to know thisâI see you.
I freeze. He read my diary. A storm of emotions swirls inside meâembarrassment, anger, but mostly⦠vulnerability. Yet, I canât bring myself to be mad.
26 things I admire about you, for each year youâve spent being extraordinary:
1. The way your eyes reflect unspoken stories. You think you hide your pain well, but your eyes tell a thousand unsaid things, and I see them.
My fingers tighten around the paper. He noticed that? I continued.
2. Your quiet strength. Youâve carried burdens no one should, yet you walk through life as if you owe the world nothing, only yourself.
My throat constricts. I swallow hard, but the lump refuses to go away.
How does he know?
I take a shaky breath and keep reading.
3. Your kindness, even when youâre hurting. You have every reason to turn cold, yet you choose warmth.
A lump forms in my throat. I always thought my silence made me weak, but he sees it differently.
4. Your mindâthe way you analyze everything before trusting it. I know why you hesitate, why you second-guess peopleâs intentions. And Iâll wait for the day you donât have to second-guess mine.
My fingers tighten around the paper. He knows. The walls Iâve built, the hesitations I carryâhe knows. And yet⦠he says heâll wait? But do I not trust him now, inspite of everything? I think I do.
5. The way you close your eyes for a second before answering something personal. As if choosing the right words protects you from the wrong ones.
6. How you donât let pain define you. You live, despite it. You laugh, despite it. You dream, despite it.
I swallow hard. If only he knew how much effort it takes.
7. Your obsession with handwritten letters. I never knew words could hold such weight until I found your diary. Iâm sorry for reading it, but I needed to understand you.
I chuckled with his choice of words.
8. The way you look at the sky when lost in thought. As if searching for answers only the stars can give.
I let out a shaky breath. I never thought anyone noticed that.
9. The way you refuse to wear bangles. I donât know everything, but I know enough to never ask why. And I promise, I never will.
My breath catches. My vision blurs as tears well up, threatening to spill.
He knows.
Maybe not everything, but he knows. And more than thatâhe understands. Without asking, without prying, he just⦠understands.
The first tear escapes, sliding down my cheek. I donât bother wiping it away. I keep reading, my chest tightening with every word.
10. Your quiet moments. When the world is loud, but you find peace in silence, like youâre saving your words for those who deserve them.
I exhale shakily. And yet, here I am, speechless.
11. Your resilience. Life tried to break you, yet here you are, standing taller than your pain.
I press the letter against my chest, biting my lip to keep the sob in.
12. Your habit of tucking your hair behind your ear when nervous. A little thing, but it tells me when your mind is racing.
A watery chuckle escapes my lips. Thatâs stupidly accurate. I sniff, shaking my head as I wipe my cheek with the back of my hand.
Then, I stumble upon:
13. The way you love coffee but drink tea when youâre sad. Itâs your silent way of comforting yourself. I notice.
let out another laugh, but itâs mixed with a sob. God, this man notices everything.
The pages tremble slightly in my grip as I reach the final lines. My heart pounds so hard it drowns out the world around me.
14. The way you keep your promises. Even the ones that seem small to others, you carry them with sincerity.
I wipe my tears away, my lips curving into a small smile.
15. Your ability to make a home out of any space. Whether itâs a new place, an office, or a heartâwhere you are, warmth follows.
My heart clenches. He thinks I bring warmth?
16. The fire in you. You donât let anyone dim it, not even the ghosts of your past.
I clench the paper, a strange mix of pride and sadness washing over me.
17. Your laughâthe real one. The one you rarely let out, the one that makes the world pause because itâs so damn beautiful.
A tearful chuckle escapes me. He recognized that smile ?
18. The way you protect your heart. You donât trust easily, and I donât blame you. But one day, I hope youâll trust me.
My breath catches. The letter trembles in my grip. One day? Only if he knew I already trust him.
19. How you challenge me. You never take my words at face value. You make me prove them. And I like that.
A smirk tugs at my lips despite the tears. Good. He should always prove them.
20. Your honesty. Even when itâs raw, even when itâs uncomfortableâyou never sugarcoat the truth.
I exhale slowly. He sees even that.
21. The way you love books. The way they are your escape, your solace, your safe space.
He sees the things that make me⦠me.
22. Your stubbornness. Itâs frustrating, but itâs also the most admirable thing about you. You donât bend for the worldâyou make it bend for you.
A small, amused laugh escapes me. He really does know me.
23. The way you fight your demons alone. But you donât have to. Not anymore.
I gasp softly, my chest tightening. Not anymore� Maybe...maybe I can rely on him.
24. Your past. Not because of what happened, but because of how you survived it. You are not broken, Ananya. You are a masterpiece shaped by storms.
Tears stream down my face uncontrollably now. No one has ever said that to me before.
25. The way you make me feel. And that scares me. Because I never planned to care, never planned to see you the way I do now.
A soft sob escapes my lips. Oh, Arjunâ¦
26. The fact that, without realizing it, youâve become the most important part of my life.
I donât know what this means for us. I donât know if youâre ready to hear it. But I do know thisâI see you, Ananya. In all your strength, in all your fears, in all your untold stories. And if you ever decide to let someone in, I hope itâs me.
Happy Birthday.
- Arjun
A sharp gasp leaves my lips. The tears that had been threatening to fall finally break free, sliding down in rapid succession. My chest feels unbearably tight. My fingers clutch the paper like itâs the only thing anchoring me.
This isnât just a letter.
Itâs himâhis thoughts, his feelings, his silent confessions laid bare for me to see.
And I donât know how to handle it.
I press the letter against my chest, shutting my eyes as the tears keep falling. For so long, I thought I was invisible. That no one would ever truly see me.
But he does.
Arjun sees me.
Before I could turn around, I felt the warmth of his presence behind me. Then, ever so gently, he reached around my neck, fastening something in place. His voice was a low whisper against my ear.
"This is for the brightest star in my life."
I looked down, my fingers brushing over the delicate star pendant now resting against my skin.
Turning to face him, I found him watching me, a soft, expectant smile on his lips. She wiped off my tears.
"Do you like them?" he asked.
I nodded eagerly, "I love them! But⦠when did you bring my books here? And when did you make this? And the letter? I...I...don't know how to react Arjun. "
I searched his face, my heart pounding, eager for his answer.
Arjun chuckled, leaning against the bookshelf with his arms crossed. "You ask too many questions, Firefly," he teased.
I pouted. "And you give too few answers."
He let out a soft laugh before stepping closer, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
"I had them brought here yesterday while I was out of the office⦠and you were busy missing me," he added with a wink.
I scoffed, crossing my arms in mock defiance. "I wasnât."
But my traitorous cheeks warmed, betraying me.
Arjun chuckled, clearly amused. "Sure, Firefly, whatever helps you sleep at night."
I huffed, looking away, but my heart betrayed me, hammering against my ribs.
His voice softened as he continued, "I know how much you love your books. And as for this space⦠I created it because I wanted you to have something that felt like home." His gaze locked onto mine, steady and sincere. "Something that was yours in this house."
I swallowed hard, my chest tightening at his words. No one had ever done something like this for me before.
"And about the letterâ¦" he added, his tone laced with something deeper. "I meant every single word."
I stared at him, unable to find the right response, warmth blooming inside me, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace.
"It's perfect, Arjun," I whispered, my fingers brushing over the bookshelf. "I love them. The books, the letter⦠and this whole place. Itâs really, really beautiful."
He smirked, pleased with himself. "Of course it is. I have excellent taste."
I rolled my eyes at his arrogance, but before I could say anything, he suddenly tugged me closer. His breath ghosted against my ear as he murmured, "Careful, Firefly. If you keep rolling your eyes like that, I might just make them roll back for a real reason."
My breath hitched, heat rushing to my cheeks.
Smug, he smirked at my reaction.
Desperate to change the subject, I cleared my throat and asked, "And the pendant?"
Arjun chuckled at my obvious attempt to shift focus, but instead of calling me out on it, he reached for the delicate star resting against my collarbone. His fingers brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Because you shine, Firefly," he murmured, his voice quieter now. "Even when you donât realize it."
A lump formed in my throat.
I looked away, unsure of how to respond. No one had ever seen me like this before. But Arjun⦠he saw me.
"Now, get ready. We have somewhere to go," Arjun saidânot as a suggestion, but as a statement.
I frowned, confusion flickering in my eyes. "Whereâ?"
Before I could finish, he smirked. "Your birthday present isnât over yet, Firefly. Thereâs still more. A lot more. Iâm not even close to done."
I parted my lips to protest, but before a single word could escape, he cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine.
The kiss was firm yet gentle, stealing my breath along with my words. His fingers skimmed along my jaw, tilting my head slightly as he deepened it just enough to leave me dizzy. Heat pooled in my stomach, and for a moment, the world shrank to nothing but the warmth of his touch and the intoxicating way his lips moved against mine.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes darkened with mischief as he whispered, "No more talking, Firefly. Weâll be late."
I blinked, still caught in the haze of his kiss, my heart hammering against my ribs.
And just like that, he stepped back, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Go on," he urged, nudging me toward the door. "Get ready."
Still breathless, I shot him a glare for his smugness but turned on my heel, heading to do exactly as he said.
Because no matter how much I pretended otherwise⦠I was dying to know what he had planned next.
Arjun
Weâre here now.
Kashmir.
Where my Firefly has always wanted to come. Where she dreamed of walking through endless blankets of snow, feeling it melt against her fingertips, and watching the world turn into a winter wonderland.
She wanted to experience the snow.
And I⦠I wanted to watch her experience it.
With me.
As soon as we arrived, I stepped out of the car and turned to watch her.
Ananya.
The moment her feet touched the snow-covered ground, she frozeânot out of hesitation, but pure wonder.
Her eyes widened as she took in the breathtaking scenery. Towering mountains stood like silent guardians in the distance, their peaks dusted with fresh snow. The entire landscape was blanketed in white, glistening under the soft glow of the setting sun. And nestled right in the middle of this winter paradise was the hotel I had carefully chosen for herâsurrounded by endless snow, just as she had always dreamed.
She didnât say anything at first. She just stood there, staring, her lips slightly parted as if afraid that speaking would break the magic of the moment.
Then, slowly, she turned to me.
"You really brought me here?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle breeze.
I smirked, stepping closer. "Of course, Firefly. I told you, Firefly, your birthday present isnât over yet."?"
She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head in disbelief before crouching down to scoop up a handful of snow. I watched as she hesitated, testing the coldness between her fingers, her eyes lighting up like a childâs.
And thenâ
Smack!
A snowball hit me square in the chest.
For a moment, I just stood there, blinking. Then, slowly, I looked down at my coat, now dusted with white, before lifting my gaze back to her.
Ananya clamped a hand over her mouth, trying (and failing) to stifle her laughter. Her shoulders shook, her eyes dancing with mischief.
"Did you justâ?" I started, but before I could finish, she turned on her heels and bolted.
"Oh, you are so in trouble now, Firefly," I muttered, bending down to grab my own handful of snow.
I chased after her, following the trail of her laughter as she ran through the untouched snow in front of our hotel. She was fast, but I had longer strides. Within moments, I caught up, grabbing her wrist and spinning her aroundâjust in time to gently shove a handful of snow against her cheek.
She shrieked, her laughter ringing through the crisp evening air. "Arjun!"
I grinned. "Payback, Firefly."
She pouted, rubbing her cold cheek, but the amusement in her eyes gave her away. Before she could retaliate, I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her waist. She gasped at the sudden warmth, her hands instinctively pressing against my chest.
"You know," I murmured, my lips just inches from hers, "there are better ways to warm up than throwing snow at me."
Her breath hitched, and for a second, she looked lost in the moment. Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, she leaned inâso close I could feel the warmth of her breath against my lips.
"Like what?" she whispered.
I smirked. "Like this."
And before she could react, I leaned down, brushing my lips softly against hers. It wasnât a deep kissâjust a teasing graze, enough to send a shiver down her spine.
Her fingers curled against my coat, and for a moment, I felt her melt into me. But thenâ
Smack!
A second snowballâone she had somehow managed to grab without me noticingâhit the side of my face.
I pulled back, stunned. She bit her lip, giggling uncontrollably.
"You littleâ"
Before I could grab her again, she was off, dashing toward the hotel entrance, her laughter echoing in the cold air.
I wiped the snow from my face, shaking my head with a smirk.
This woman.
She was going to be the death of me.
And I wouldnât have it any other way.
I followed her inside the hotel, unable to take my eyes off her.
She was practically glowing with excitement, her eyes darting around to take in every detailâthe grand wooden interiors, the warm golden lights, the large glass windows revealing the snow-covered mountains outside.
My Firefly.
So full of life, so utterly happy.
And I loved seeing her like this.
She had no idea how much.
As I watched her, my thoughts drifted back to the letter I had given her. Every word I had writtenâI had meant it. She was the brightest soul I had ever seen, the light in the shadows of my life.
My brightest star.
And yet⦠there was still a part of her I hadnât reached. A part she kept locked away.
On our wedding night, she had told me there was something she wanted to say. Something she needed me to know. But she had asked for time.
"Just wait for me, Arjun."
And I was waiting.
No matter how long it took.
Because whatever it was⦠I knew it haunted her still. And when she was ready, when she finally let me inâ
Iâd be right there, waiting to catch her.
After completing the check-in, I took Ananyaâs hand and led her toward our suite.
She was practically bouncing with excitement, her grip on my hand tightening every time she spotted something she likedâthe grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the wooden carvings on the walls, the faint scent of cedar and warmth that filled the air.
I couldn't help but smirk. âExcited, Firefly?â
She turned to me, her eyes shining. âYou have no idea.â
Oh, but I did.
The moment I pushed open the door to our room, she stepped inside and froze.
I watched as she took it all inâthe spacious yet cozy suite, the soft golden lighting, the large fireplace crackling warmly in the corner. The decor was elegant, a perfect blend of modern luxury and rustic charm, with wooden beams and plush rugs that made it feel like a dream.
But what captured her attention the most was the floor-to-ceiling window on the far side of the room, revealing the breathtaking scenery outside.
She walked toward it as if drawn by a spell, pressing her palms against the glass. âArjunâ¦â she whispered in pure awe.
I leaned against the doorframe, watching her. âHmm?â
She turned her head slightly, her voice breathless with wonder. âItâs so beautiful.â
Outside, the world was blanketed in pristine white. Snow-covered pine trees stretched for miles, their branches heavy with fresh flakes. The mountains stood tall in the distance, their peaks dusted with silver under the soft glow of the evening sky. Tiny, glowing lanterns lined the paths below, casting a warm, golden hue against the crisp snow.
She turned fully to face me now, her expression a mix of disbelief and joy. âYou chose this place?â
I pushed off the doorframe and walked toward her. âOf course. You wanted to experience snow, didnât you?â
Her lips parted slightly, her eyes searching mine as if she couldnât believe it.
She turned back toward the window, her fingertips tracing the cold glass. âItâs perfect,â she murmured. âThe snow, the lights, the mountains⦠itâs like something out of a fairytale.â
I stepped behind her, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her body against me. Gently, I reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. âFirefly,â I whispered near her ear. âIâll always give you what you want.â
She stilled for a moment before turning her head slightly, just enough for our eyes to meet. Something flickered in her gazeâsomething soft, something vulnerable.
For a second, I thought she might say something.
Instead, she looked away, her fingers curling against the window frame.
I didnât push.
Instead, I placed a hand on her waist, pulling her slightly closer. âCome on,â I murmured. âLetâs get you warm before you catch a cold from just looking at the snow.â
She laughed softly, and I felt the sound vibrate against me.
And as I led her away from the window, I made a silent promise to myselfâ
I would fill this trip with nothing but happiness for her.
Because if there was anything I loved more than seeing my Firefly shineâ
It was being the reason behind her light.
She picked out a dress suitable for the cold weather and disappeared into the bathroom to change.
I waited, sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through my phone absentmindedly. But the moment the bathroom door clicked open, my fingers froze, and my breath caught in my throat.
She was wearing a cozy yet stylish sweater in a deep green and navy checkered pattern, its soft texture hugging her frame just right. The sweater paired perfectly with a pleated black skirt that swayed lightly as she moved, revealing just a hint of her stockings beneath. Knee-high socks completed the look, elongating her legs in a way that made it impossible to look away.
Her hair framed her face, falling in soft waves over her shoulders, and a simple star pendant rested against her collarboneâa quiet but striking reminder of the gift Iâd given her earlier.
She wasnât just beautiful.
She was radiant.
Unaware of the effect she had on me, she gave a small twirl and looked down at herself. âDoes this look okay for the weather?â
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. âItâs⦠perfect.â
She frowned slightly, her brows furrowing. âYou donât think itâs too cold for this, do you?â
I stood, taking slow steps toward her, and stopped just inches away. âYouâll be fine, Firefly,â I said softly, my gaze dropping to meet hers. âBut even if you werenât, Iâd keep you warm.â
Her cheeks flushed, the color rising so beautifully against her fair skin, and she looked away, fiddling with the hem of her sweater.
âYou look⦠incredible,â I murmured, my voice low. âAbsolutely stunning.â
She smiled shyly, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush, completely unaware of the storm she had just set off inside me.
What I hadnât expected, though, was the way my body reacted. Heat surged through me, and before I knew it, I was clenching my fists to keep myself grounded.
I was hard. I was fucking turn on.
Painfully so.
And all it had taken was the sight of her standing there, effortlessly beautiful, her innocence and elegance pulling me under.
Clearing my throat, I took a step back, trying to compose myself. âIâIâll be back. Need to get ready too,â I said hurriedly, turning on my heel and heading straight for the bathroom.
The moment the door closed behind me, I leaned against it, exhaling sharply. My heart was racing, my body on fire despite the cold weather outside.
I turned on the shower, setting it to the coldest temperature possible. The icy spray hit my skin, and I let out a hiss, but it didnât matter. I needed this. Desperately.
Because my Firefly had done something to meâjust by being herself.
I had never felt this needy, this undone by something so simple. But with her, it wasnât just about how she looked. It was the way she moved, the way her eyes sparkled with excitement, the way her smile could light up a room.
She didnât even know the power she had over me.
By the time I stepped out of the shower, the cold had dulled the edge of my need, though the thought of her was still burned into my mind.
I dressed quickly, taking a deep breath before opening the door.
When I stepped out and saw her again, her eyes lit up as she looked at me, and I knewâI was completely and utterly hers.
After stepping out of the hotel, we spent the day immersing ourselves in the snow-covered beauty of Kashmir. Ananyaâs excitement was contagious as she tugged me through the streets, pointing at the white-capped trees, the frosty rooftops, and even the smallest patches of glistening snowflakes.
She looked like a child lost in wonder, her laughter echoing as she attempted to build a small snowman before giving up and pelting me with snowballs instead. I retaliated, of course, and the ensuing snowball fight left us breathless and laughing like fools, our cheeks flushed from the cold and the exhilaration.
We walked through the markets, her eyes sparkling at the intricate Kashmiri shawls and trinkets on display. She insisted on buying small souvenirsââMemories for this beautiful day,â she said with a grin. I could only smile at how happy she looked, my heart swelling with every moment spent by her side.
By evening, I had arranged for something special. I brought her back to the hotel, letting her rest for a while before casually handing her a carefully wrapped package.
âWhatâs this?â she asked, curious.
âOpen it,â I said, leaning against the wall, watching her expression intently.
She unwrapped the package, revealing a stunning dressâa floor-length, flowing gown in a soft shade of champagne gold that shimmered subtly in the light.
Her breath hitched as she ran her fingers over the delicate fabric. âArjun⦠this is beautiful,â she whispered, her voice barely audible.
âI wanted you to have something special for tonight,â I said softly. âYou deserve nothing but the best.â
Her eyes glistened as she looked at me, and I knew she loved it. Without another word, she disappeared into the bathroom to get ready.
When she stepped out, I was stunned all over again. The dress fit her perfectly, the golden hue highlighting her radiant skin, her hair cascading down her back in soft waves. She looked like a vision, and I couldnât help but stare.
âYouâre perfect,â I murmured, offering her my hand.
We made our way to the dining area I had reserved for us, where a candlelit table awaited. Soft music played in the background, the warm glow of candles adding to the intimate ambiance. Ananyaâs face lit up as she took in the setting.
âArjun, this is⦠amazing,â she said, her voice filled with awe.
âOnly the best for my Firefly,â I replied with a smirk, pulling out her chair for her.
Dinner was exquisiteâa blend of her favorite dishes and local delicacies. We talked, laughed, and shared stories, the hours passing as if the world outside didnât exist.
As the clock neared midnight, I signaled the waiter, and moments later, a chocolate vanilla cake was brought to our table. Her eyes widened as she saw it, her gaze darting to me.
I stood, walking to her side. âYesterday at midnight, I wanted to celebrate your birthday with our family. But today, I wanted every moment of your special day to be just for us,â I said, my voice soft but firm.
She blinked up at me, her lips slightly parted, as I leaned down to her level.
âHappy birthday, Firefly,â I murmured. âYouâve lit up my life with your light, and Iâll spend every day making sure you know how much you mean to me.â
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her hand coming up to touch the pendant she woreâthe star I had given her.
âArjunâ¦â she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
But I didnât need her to say anything else. Her gaze, her smile, and the way she looked at me told me everything I needed to know.
We cut the cake together, savoring the sweetness as the night wrapped around us. Her laughter was music, her cheeks glowing with a faint blush, and I couldnât take my eyes off her.
By the time we entered our room, I told her softly, âYou go freshen up first, Firefly.â
She nodded, her smile still lingering, and walked toward the bathroom. My gaze followed her, completely unwilling to look away. The way her dress hugged her curves, the sway of her hipsâeverything about her was driving me insane.
I tried to compose myself, but my body had other plans. It wasnât the first time Iâd felt this way, but tonight was different. The moment I caught just a glimpse of her flushed cheeks and that sparkle in her eyes, I was gone. My pants felt uncomfortably tight, my arousal unmistakable. I was rock hard, and the worst part was that just her being near me was enough to do this.
When she came out, her face fresh and glowing, her hair damp and framing her face like a halo, she looked breathtaking. I was about to say something when she suddenly walked toward me, her steps deliberate, her expression unreadable.
She stopped mere inches away, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from her. Her scent was intoxicating, and before I could ask what she was doing, she leaned in.
Her lips brushed against my ear as she whispered, her voice soft and teasing, âYou made me so happy today, Arjun. I want to make you happy too.â
The words alone sent a jolt straight through me, but what she did next nearly undid me. Her hand reached out, brushing lightly over my growing hardness, and then rested on it with deliberate softness.
My whole body tensed as a shiver coursed through me. I was painfully hard, and her touch was like a spark igniting an uncontrollable fire.
I cupped her face gently, my thumb brushing against her cheek as I searched her eyes. "You don't have to..." I began, my voice trembling with restraint.
"I want to," she interrupted softly, her words, filled with a quiet determination that made my heart race even faster.
âFirefly â I groaned, my voice rough and unsteady, my hands instinctively gripping her waist as I fought to keep control.
She looked up at me, her innocent yet mischievous gaze making it impossible for me to think straight. Her cheeks were flushed, but there was no hesitation in her eyes.
âYouâre making this really hard for me, Firefly,â I managed, my voice barely a whisper as I tried to suppress the need building inside me.
She tilted her head, her lips curving into a small, teasing smile. âI noticed,â she said softly, her hand pressing just a little more firmly, sending another wave of heat through me.
I couldnât hold back any longer. My hands slid up to cup her face, my thumb brushing against her cheek as I looked into her eyes. âDo you know what youâre doing to me?â I asked, my voice low and filled with raw desire.
âI think I do,â she whispered back, her voice trembling slightly but filled with a quiet confidence that set me on fire.
I closed the gap between us, my forehead resting against hers as I tried to steady my breathing. âYouâre playing with fire, Firefly,â I murmured, my lips just a breath away from hers.
âAnd I donât care,â she replied, her words breaking the last of my restraint.
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