Originally posted by: SlytherInMe.
someone give me something to gif
I don't have any gif ideas for you 😢 But I'm in a writing mood... because you like romance, I thought of dedicating this to you 🤣
Raavi's fingers stilled as she felt butterflies forming in her stomach. She turned away from the clothes line and noticed Shiva's watchful gaze. Turning away from him, her fingers trembled as she reached for the next saree to dry on the clothing line.
Soft steps echoed as she felt a familiar warmth standing next to her. She glanced up and noticed his dark eyes... she glanced away immediately and pressed her cool palm against her cheek. Just as she was about to take a step away from him, she felt his arm brush against hers as he leaned down to reach for a saree.
"Raavi," his deep voice sounded like music to her... it didn't matter what came between them since she always found a reason to return to him like a moth attracted to the light.
She gulped and looked up at him. This was the first time they were alone after her drunk confession. She wished she never mistook the drink to be some sort of juice... she wished she didn't remember everything she'd done the night before.
Images of her clinging onto him were so embarrassing to relive... not to mention the one memory she had where she distinctly mentioned, "Shiva" "love" "I" "you" and a few other words...
"Me too," Shiva's lips curled slowly upwards as Raavi's heart skipped a beat.
Just a few years ago, she didn't find him the least bit attractive. His messy, unruly hair...his sweaty skin...the smells of oils and masalas... but now... those same traits attracted her. Every time she saw his unruly hair, she was tempted to run her fingers through it to mess it up more... every time she saw sweat roll down his skin, she was tempted to wipe it away with her dupatta... and those masalas? She wanted to run up to him and take a deep breath...
"W-what?" Raavi took a step back as her eyes widened. These were the first words he'd spoken to her all morning... and knowing the few words she'd blabbered last night... did he... no was he... confessing to her?
"I," he took a step closer to her, "love," her back hit against the wall, "yo—," her hand slapped over his mouth as she felt her heart pounding in her chest.
No, no, no.... this isn't how she was supposed to receive a love confession... he was supposed to tell her over a candle light dinner... he was supposed to give her a bouquet of roses and the room was supposed to be filled with balloons! She couldn't be sweaty from doing morning chores... not to mention, she wasn't even properly dolled up.
"You can't kiss me like this," she looked up at him with hurt. The more she thought about it, the more she realized what a disservice it would be to experience all of that like this... they fought for their whole lives and for this to be the special moment... it was ridiculously sad...
"Kiss?" Shiva's eyes slightly widened as he glanced down at her lips.
Raavi's cheeks immediately flushed as she looked down, "Yes... I... I'm ready... but at the same time I'm not ready," she puffed her cheeks and looked up at him angrily.
He blinked at her before laughing, looking away. Running his fingers through that messy hair of his, he leaned down, "Raavi... I was going to tell you that I loved your gobi paratha."
Her brows knit together... "G-gobi paratha?" she gazed up at him incredulously. He kept trying to meet her eye this morning... and she kept looking away because she thought she said something that she would come to regret... blinking, she asked, "W-what did I tell you yesterday?"
Shiva hummed, "What did you tell me?" he slowly nodded his head, "Oh yes," he smirked in her direction, "You told me your love for gobi paratha. It was 'Shiva, I love gobi paratha, do you love it?' all night... not to mention all the times you ate the paratha at hotels."
She blinked. Gobi paratha? Since when did she—,
Her thoughts came to a full stop when she felt his warm fingers underneath her chin. As he lifted her head, she found that she couldn't escape his gaze. His dark eyes suffocated her like usual... but unlike other times, she appreciated how they kept her trapped.
"It's fine if you're not ready to kiss," his thumb brushed her lower lip as his eyes darkened, "but I'm not a gentleman in the slightest."
He slowly placed the sheer saree over her. It was refreshingly cool as it was recently washed. Tugging on the saree, she fell flush against him as her heart pounded against her chest.
"I'm not even going to ask you to forgive me," he muttered as he brought the saree up to her lips. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers with the thin saree separating them.
Even though there was a cloth separating them, she could clearly feel the planes of his lips... not to mention the intoxicatingly soft pressure he applied. She swallowed as she moved closer to him to grab onto whatever heat he had.
But that was a bad move... her knees buckled as she felt towards him.
His strong arm wrapped around her waist as he moved away from her. She pouted when she couldn't feel him anymore. Glancing up at him, her heart trembled when he pressed his finger on her lower lip, "That was just a preview," his deep voice trembled faintly as her lips curled upwards... she did that! He was as intoxicated to her as she was to him.
"And I'll keep giving you previews," he whispered against her ear, "until you finally give in to me." He released his grip on her and winked.
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