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As the last waves of pleasure slowly faded, Shubman collapsed onto his forearms above her, careful not to put too much weight on her.
His forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling, still ragged and uneven.
Navya lay beneath him, her body warm, spent, and utterly content. She traced lazy patterns along his back, feeling the way his muscles twitched under her touch.
Neither of them spoke for a moment, the air between them thick with something deeper than just lust—something raw, something real.
After a few breaths, Shubman pressed a soft kiss to her temple before pulling back slightly to look at her.
His fingers brushed a damp strand of hair away from her face as he whispered, "You okay?"
Navya let out a soft hum of satisfaction, her lips curving into a tired smile. "More than okay."
He chuckled, shaking his head as he kissed the tip of her nose. "You look wrecked."
She swatted weakly at his chest. "Gee, thanks."
His laughter was warm as he kissed her again—slow, lingering. But then, without another word, he carefully pulled out of her, making her whimper slightly at the sudden loss.
He pressed a reassuring kiss to her shoulder before sitting up, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand.
"Stay there," he murmured, gently nudging her thigh apart as he started cleaning her up with slow, careful strokes.
Navya bit her lip, feeling an unexpected warmth bloom in her chest—not from desire this time, but from something softer.
There was something so intimate, so tender, about the way he was taking care of her, making sure she was comfortable even after everything.
Once he was done, he tossed the tissue into the trash and leaned down, peppering kisses along her stomach before murmuring, "Be right back."
She watched as he slipped off the bed and walked into the bathroom.
A moment later, he returned with a warm, damp cloth, and before she could protest, he was back between her legs, gently wiping away the last traces of their lovemaking.
"Shubman..." she whispered, her heart swelling.
He looked up at her, his expression impossibly soft. "I got you, baby."
When he was satisfied, she was clean, he tossed the cloth aside and reached for the lotion on her nightstand.
He poured a small amount into his palms, rubbing them together before smoothing it over her skin—starting with her thighs, working his way up to her stomach, then her arms.
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