Chapter 77: chapter 77

   Amar gets dress up while Rhea keeps applying the concealer over her cheek. Rhea "Amar ji why did you even bite me this way. See... am finding difficult to hide it". Amar smiles and bends down to kiss her head. Rhea feels goosebumps all over her body. Amar who was standing behind her all this while comes befor her and she wraps her hands around his waist, laying her head upon him. Amar" scared..". Rhea without looking up shakes her head. He keeps stroking her head and kiss her head again saying let's take things slowly, no rush. Rhea looks up at him and glares saying but what will people think of it, she asks showing the bite mark. Actually it's not even a love bite, Amar bit her playfully yet stronger. Amar laughs out loud and says that's not our problem. Let they think what they want. Still it's okay to happen it between the couples right. Amar ji you have gone nuts. Amar makes her to stand by seperating her from him. Rhea looks at the distance put up and shortens it. Amar " so you want to be this close?". Rhea nods her head and hugs him tight. Amar " when your okay with hugs and kisses, why not to the next level then??", he starts to flirt with her. Rhea" it's you who said we will take things slowly ". Amar " Because you are scared of it". Rhea " But isn't it your responsibility to bring me out from that abyss ". Amar laughs louder this time that Jagdeesh who entered inside the house felt odd. Is it really Amar who is laughing this loud? It's unbelievable... But the laughs are heard from that room. Okay, let me check. He walks upstairs to check with Amar.   Rhea quite upset says Am not going anywhere. Amar holds her tighter that even the air should seek his permission to enter between them. Rhea there is nothing to be embarrassed. Just be normal okay, Rhea replies with a Hmm... And Amar lowered his head a silent question lingering in his eyes. himself.  Rhea didn't just resist with closed eyes and tilted head responds to him as his puppet  drawn by invisible threats. When their lips met there was no urgency. But with a quiet knowing like a two notes in harmony finally ending thier song. There was no rush, no firestorm—just the weightless hush of something inevitable. Her eyes fluttered shut, not from shyness, but from surrender. A warmth stirred beneath her skin, quiet but consuming.His hand hovered near her cheek but didn’t touch, as though afraid the moment might shatter if held too tightly. For a heartbeat—or maybe longer—they stayed there, lips barely brushing, caught between past silence and the promise of something unfolding. Lost In their passionate first french kiss It should have ended there- a fleeting brush, a breath of closeness - but something lingered. His lips parted, just enough to whisper a deeper invitation. Hesitation flickered in her, but it wasn't fear- it was hush before something scared. She answered nit with words, but with closeness. Her lips moved with his, gently at first, learning the rhythm of a language neither of them had spoken before. When his tongue lightly grazers hers, the world seemed to tilt. It was new. BOLD. And yet, it didn't feel foreign instead it felt like a recognition. A soft gasp escaped from her mouth, more suprise than sound, and he paused but only for a heartbeat, searching her for her permission. Her eyes, half- lidded and luminous, gave it without saying a word.         They kissed again deeper this time. Not hurried, not hungry but careful. Tender. Like they were tasting not just each other, but every moment that had led to this one. something inside her, something unfurled. Like a letter finally opened. Like warmth meeting winter. Although the kiss deepened, it remained gentle, more about closeness than conquest. Their bodies stayed still, but their hearts felt like they were falling together. The morning had fully arrived. Light spilled boldly through the windows, painting the room in gold and truth.The city outside was wide awake, impatient and buzzing. But here, in this quiet corner of the world, till sent bent around them. They sat back to back now, not speaking. Only their fingers remained laces- warm, alive, unwilling to part. The kiss still echoed in their breaths. In the silence. In the spaces where thoughts weren't yet words. A faint grin tugged at his lips, more to himself than her. Amar " Do kisses count as skipping breakfast?". He murmured, voice low and half- serious. Rhea let out a soft, suprised laugh, more than exhale than a sound. And said " only of they're this filling". Without turning to face him. The silence retuned but gentler this time. They were no longer hiding inside it. They were wrapped in it. Then, a moment later, more quietly Amar added " that' wasn't supposed to happen". Rhea moved her thumb over his again. Although it wasn't a squeeze. Not a pull. Just a quiet acknowledgement... Rhea opens her mouth " No," she said softly. And continues" But I'm glad we did it". After which she rose to feet, brushing imaginary creases off her skirt. A beat passed. Maybe two, For Amar hearing her confession. Still he remained seated, watching her shady stretch across the floor. He wants to pull her and have her in his embrace but work was calling and he shook his head towards left and right and stood up to hold her hand and walked her out of the room. A Revenge...