“So this was the way you wanted to kill me… and let me tell you, Sarang, you succeeded in killing me with your own hands…” His voice cracked not with weakness but with something raw and shattered. As he stepped back abruptly, his leg struck the edge of the bed, and he lost his balance, falling backward. Sarang, still caught in his grip, fell with him, landing against his chest.
For a split second neither of them moved. His hands instinctively tightened at her bare waist to steady her, and in the sudden shift their lips brushed accidentally. The contact was brief but electric and Sarang froze completely, her breath stopping as realization struck her. Before she could push away, he turned them over in one swift motion, his emotions overtaking restraint. This time the kiss was not accidental. He pressed his lips against hers with years of pent-up anguish, one hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other cupped her jaw, holding her in place as though afraid she would vanish again.
Hi, I’m Taevya. Writing has always been my way of understanding emotions and exploring the complexities of relationships. I love telling stories about people who are imperfect, passionate, and trying to find their way through life’s twists and turns. My stories often revolve around love, misunderstandings, and the kind of connections that challenge and change us. I believe in creating characters who feel real and crafting moments that make you laugh, cry, and maybe even see a little of yourself in them. Thank you for being here and sharing this journey with me. I hope my stories bring you as much joy and inspiration as they bring me.
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