HER ONE AND ONLY

Sat, 28 Jun 2025 15:57:05 +0000

The room was quiet, save for the hum of the air conditioner and the frantic rhythm of her breath.

Nian had barely placed her on the bed when her hand slid across the sheets, reaching for him. Her fingers curled around his, trembling but determined.

“Stay,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded, voice drenched in longing.
“Don’t leave me like this…”

“ I'm not going anywhere
but you need to rest my lady! ,” he whispered, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“No,” she said, her grip tightening.
“I don’t need rest. I need you.”

She pulled him closer, her body rising to meet him. The sheet slipped down her shoulder, baring the skin he'd once only dreamed of touching. Her scent—sweet, vulnerable, entirely her—wrapped around him like a slow-burning fire.

“Geetu…” His voice cracked,
his self-control fraying.

“You are mine , I won't let her steal you from me” she whispered against his lips.

Her hands slid up his chest, shaky, clumsy from the haze she was under. But her heart… it was certain.

He could see the possessiveness she holds for him in her eyes. In fact he likes when she expresses her jealousy, normally she doesn't admit that but in this condition she will go to any stand to claim her man.

He was really enjoying her words and actions. With a satisfied smirk he whispered against her ears “I'm all your's only your's, No one can steal me from my jaan” by caressing her lower lips with his right thumb .

“Then claim me,” she said, eyes shining with tears. “Because no one else ever could. No one else ever will.”

Nian looked down at her — flushed cheeks, soft lips, pupils dilated with more than just alcohol. He could see her fighting the fog in her mind, holding onto him like he was the only real thing left.

“Even like this,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers,
“you still know it’s me.”

She nodded, a tear sliding down.
“Only you.”

Within a second His lips crashed into hers—slow, deep, full of everything he’d buried for so long. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t rushed. It was the kiss of a man who knew he was the only one ever meant to have her.

His hands caressed her face, tracing the curve of her jaw, memorizing her again.

“You don’t even realize it, do you?” he whispered between kisses. “How much I’ve already made you mine.”

She arched into him, her voice barely a breath. “Then show me…”

He lowered her gently to the pillow, kissing her temple, her throat, her collarbone — not taking, not rushing. Worshipping......
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Nian Dev Mehta ❤️ Geetu Lakshmi
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