Stripped of Secrets, And Of Clothes

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Aashna stood in her bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. For the first time in her life, she felt light—as if a weight she had carried for years had finally been lifted. The ghosts of her past still lingered in the corners of her mind, but tonight, they didn’t hold the same power over her. She traced the faint scar on her wrist, the one she had hidden under bracelets and long sleeves, a reminder of everything she had endured and survived.

A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts.

"Aashu? Come outside," Dhruvin’s voice was gentle but firm. "I made Maggi. You must be hungry—it’s past 2 AM."

She exhaled, wiping the last remnants of tears from her eyes before opening the door. He stood there, his hair tousled, his eyes holding an indescribable warmth. He held out a bowl of Maggi, steam curling into the cool night air.

They sat on the balcony, the soft hum of the city beneath them, Shadow curled up beside Aashna’s feet. The night breeze was crisp, carrying the scent of rain and warmth of the dimly lit apartment.

Dhruvin nudged her bowl with his elbow. "Well?" he smirked. "How’s the chef’s special?"

Aashna took a bite, savoring the warmth of the noodles before looking at him with an amused expression. "It’s edible."

Dhruvin let out a dramatic sigh. "Ouch. That hurts, Babba."

For the first time in days, Aashna laughed. A real, genuine laugh. And just like that, everything felt right again.

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Note: For extra feels while reading the next part, listen to Never Be the Same by Camila Cabello and Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding. 🎶💖   But if you ask me, Never Be the Same hits differently. 😉🔥

If you don’t like smut, feel free to skip this part! 😊🔥

Later, as they lay on the bed, wrapped in the warmth of each other, Dhruvin reached for his phone and played Love Me Like You Do. The soft melody filled the room, blending with the rhythm of their heartbeats. Aashna, resting her head on his chest, looked up at him with a smile. "You and your playlists," she murmured. Dhruvin chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, if there’s one song that describes how I feel about you, it's this one." Tightening his arms around her, he whispered, "So just lay here and let me love you like I do."

She turned to him, her fingers grazing his cheek. "Thank you. For today. For not giving up on me."

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never could, Aashu."

Aashna’s heart swelled, a thousand emotions bubbling to the surface. And before she could think twice, she said it.

"I love you, Dhruvin."

His breath hitched. He blinked, as if processing her words, before suddenly sitting up, pulling her onto his lap, his hands framing her face as he looked into her eyes, his own glistening with unshed tears.

"I love you, Aashna," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I have loved you since the day I saw you in that pink kurta, your hair all disheveled, looking so lost yet so incredibly strong. And it only grew stronger and stronger. You are my savior, my home. I don’t even do drugs, but if I were to, I assume this is what it would feel like."

Before she could respond, he crashed his lips onto hers.

The kiss was desperate, deep, filled with everything they had held back for so long. His hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, while hers tangled in his hair, holding him to her as if afraid he would disappear.

Before he knew it, she was straddling him, her thighs framing his as she moved against him, the friction making him groan into her mouth. His hands found their way beneath her shirt, gliding over her bare back, pulling her impossibly close. Every touch ignited something between them, an unspoken need that neither could hold back any longer.

Aashna’s hands explored his body, fingers tracing over the ridges of his toned chest before tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. Her lips left his, trailing kisses down his jaw, to his collarbone, where she lingered, teasing him with slow, open-mouthed kisses.

But just as she started pulling his shirt over his head, Dhruvin paused, his voice thick with restraint.

"Are you sure?" His grip on her waist tightened, holding her still.

Aashna groaned, breathless and impatient. "Dhruvin, I want this. I want you."

Still, he searched her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "And you're doing this because you want to, not because you feel like you have to?"

Aashna let out a breathy laugh before yanking his shirt off completely. "I want this. Wholeheartedly."

That was all he needed.

She pushed him back, lips crashing onto his again, her hips grinding against him in a way that made him hiss through his teeth. His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he fought to hold back the desire threatening to consume him.

Aashna was the first to push things further. She kissed down his torso, leaving a scorching trail down his abs before settling between his legs, her fingers making quick work of his jeans. Dhruvin propped himself up on his elbows, watching her every move with a mix of anticipation and sheer desperation.

When she finally rid him of his underwear, his breath hitched at the mere sight of her—eyes dark with desire, lips slightly parted as she hovered over him. The first brush of her lips against his length sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and when she took him into her mouth, warmth surrounding him, he let out a strangled moan.

"Aashna—" His voice was hoarse, laced with a pleasure he hadn't felt in so long.

She moved slowly at first, her tongue gliding over him, teasing, making his head fall back against the wall of the lift. He let his fingers weave through her hair, guiding her, though he was quickly losing control. The way she hollowed her cheeks, the way she moaned softly against him, sent him spiraling. He looked down, and the sight alone—her lips wrapped around him, eyes glancing up through thick lashes—was almost too much.

"Fuck," he breathed, his grip tightening in her hair. He didn't mean to guide her pace, but the way she responded, the way she took him deeper, made his hips jerk slightly.

It didn’t take long for the pleasure to coil unbearably tight in his stomach. He tried to hold on, to prolong it, but the combination of her warmth, the slow drag of her tongue, and the teasing flicks had him tumbling over the edge, his release hitting him harder than he anticipated.

Even as he tried to catch his breath, he wasn’t done—not even close.

He pulled her up, his lips crashing onto hers, tasting himself on her tongue as he flipped them over.

"Your turn, Aashu," he murmured against her lips, a teasing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

He guided her onto the bed, settling between her legs as he rid her of her t-shirt, then her bra. The second he took in the sight of her bare, flushed beneath him, his breath stilled.

"You're so damn beautiful," he whispered, running his hands down her sides, letting his fingers explore every inch of exposed skin. His thumb brushed over her nipple, watching as it hardened beneath his touch. Aashna sucked in a sharp breath, arching her back ever so slightly.

"Look at you," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "So fucking perfect."

His hands covered her breasts, squeezing, teasing, watching as her breath hitched under his touch. Then, without warning, he leaned down, his mouth latching onto her nipple, sucking hard. Aashna gasped, arching into him, but he pressed his palm against her lower back, keeping her still.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured against her skin, his tongue flicking over her hardened bud before pulling it between his teeth, biting down just enough to make her whimper.

Aashna's breaths came out ragged. "Dhruvin—"

"Words, Babba," he ordered, pinching her other nipple between his fingers, rolling it until she was squirming under him.

"More," she finally gasped. "Suck them."

He smirked, taking his time, teasing her before giving her exactly what she asked for. He sucked harder, his other hand kneading the soft flesh of her breast, fingers occasionally pinching, tugging, making her cry out.

Her hips instinctively tried to grind against him, seeking friction, but he grabbed her waist, holding her in place. "So needy," he murmured, releasing her nipple with a wet pop. "You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?"

Aashna whimpered, but before she could answer, he sucked her hard, pressing her back against the bed. He hovered over her, lips trailing hot kisses down her stomach as he slowly unbuttoned her jeans.

With one firm tug, he rid her of her jeans and panties in a single movement, spreading her legs open before him. His eyes darkened at the sight of her—glossy, wet, glistening just for him.

"Fuck, Baby," he exhaled, running a single finger up her slit, collecting her arousal.

Aashna let out a shaky breath, her body trembling with anticipation.

"You’re soaking," he murmured, slipping his finger into his mouth, sucking her taste off it while maintaining eye contact. "So sweet."

She let out a desperate moan, her legs trembling, and Dhruvin chuckled, satisfied by how wrecked she already looked.

"Tell me," he commanded, spreading her thighs wider. "Tell me what you want, Aashu."

Aashna’s breathing was uneven, her fingers clutching at his hair. "Please…"

"Please what?" he teased, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh.

She was shaking beneath him, barely able to form words. "I need you to… to use your mouth."

A smirk ghosted his lips before he gave in, pressing a lingering kiss to her aching core before flattening his tongue against her, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up her slit. Aashna’s body jerked at the contact, a strangled moan leaving her lips.

Dhruvin groaned at her reaction, diving back in, his tongue working her expertly, alternating between licking and sucking, drinking in every sound she made. His hands gripped her thighs, keeping them open as he devoured her, his lips wrapping around her clit, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.

When he finally slid a finger inside her, she gasped, her walls tightening around him. "So fucking tight," he growled against her, pumping his finger slowly before adding another.

Aashna was falling apart beneath him, her moans filling the room, her back arching as she got closer to her release. But just when she was about to tip over the edge, he pulled away completely.

"Dhruvin!" she whined, eyes flying open, her frustration evident.

He smirked, licking his fingers clean, savoring the taste of her. "Not so soon, baby," he teased.

Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out a condom, making quick work of rolling it on. Aashna raised a brow at him, breathless.

"What?" he chuckled darkly. "A man always has to be prepared."

He positioned himself at her entrance, eyes locking onto hers, silently asking for permission. She swallowed hard before giving a small nod, her hand reaching down to guide him.

The moment he pushed inside, a guttural moan ripped from his throat. She was tight, warm, wrapping around him perfectly. Aashna gasped, her nails digging into his biceps as she adjusted to his size.

Dhruvin pressed a kiss to her forehead, whispering, "Relax, Aashu. Please, let me in baby."

Slowly, he started moving, letting her adjust, but once he felt her relax, he didn't hold back. His thrusts deepened, picking up pace, drawing soft gasps and moans from her lips.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, gripping her thighs, pulling her closer, angling his hips just right.

Aashna gasped, her body arching as pleasure consumed her. "Dhruvin… oh god—"

"That's it, Baby," he murmured against her lips, swallowing her moans with his own. "Say my name."

She did—over and over again—as he brought her to the edge, their bodies moved in sync.

It was raw, intense, overwhelming in a way that neither of them had ever experienced before. Dhruvin whispered her name like a prayer, his hands gripping her waist, grounding them both in the moment.Aashna’s nails raked lightly down his back, her body arching to meet his every movement.

Every touch, every kiss felt like a vow—an unspoken promise of forever.Their bodies trembled, pushing each other higher until they reached a place where time ceased to exist.

When they reached their peak, Dhruvin buried his face in her neck, his breath heavy, his body trembling as they unraveled together. And when they finally collapsed against each other, their bodies entwined, Dhruvin held her close, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

He stayed inside her for a moment, unwilling to let go just yet, his fingers lazily tracing circles on her waist.

Pulling back slightly, he brushed her hair away from her damp forehead, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple.

"Mine," he whispered against her skin, voice hoarse.

And for the first time, Aashna didn’t argue.

Aashna curled into him, her heart still racing. "I think I love you even more now," she whispered sleepily.

Dhruvin chuckled, pressing another kiss to her hair. "Good. Because I’m never letting you go."

And as they drifted off, wrapped in each other, Aashna knew—this was home.

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