ROMANTIC AND HOT MAAN
"I'm excited to write something romantic, filled with desire, heat, and intimate moments for Maan, continuing from a scene of the show. This is my first experience crafting something passionate and filled with sexual tension i...
"Here’s another chapter I wrote yesterday after watching their scene—their first forehead kiss after the engagement. I felt inspired to express it in my own words. It’s the same scene, not something different or extra, just with a more intense and emotional description. I hope you enjoy experiencing it through my version." . . . . . . . The crowd was still lost in laughter, clinking glasses, and the fragrance of celebration, while Anu and Anuj, after exchanging rings and dancing to their beloved song “Akhiyon Se Goli Maare”, stood slightly apart—eyes speaking a language no one else understood.
Suddenly, Anuj leaned close, his breath warm against her temple. Without a word, he entwined his fingers with hers, firm yet trembling. She glanced at him, puzzled, but he only gave her a half-smile—mischievous, restless, desperate.
“Anuj…?” she began, but he gently shook his head, a whisper of silence dancing in his eyes.
Shhh.
He tugged her along, weaving through guests unnoticed like a secret wind—urgency in his steps, excitement in his veins. They crossed the verandah and slipped into the open courtyard—a place gently cradled under a canopy roof, surrounded by potted plants glistening under fairy lights. Fragrant jasmine hung in air heavy with night and the murmur of distant celebration. Lights twinkled above like stars had come down to listen.
Anuj stopped.
They turned to face each other, their breath caught in sync—chests rising and falling, as if their hearts were speaking in unison. The run had set their blood on fire, but what burned more was the closeness now pulsing in the air between them.
Anu parted her lips to speak, confusion glimmering in her eyes. But before she could form the question—
He lifted his hand and pressed his forefinger gently on her lips.
“Shhh…” he breathed again, this time barely audible.
Time fractured.
Her breath hitched. The bare touch of his finger against her lips was enough to send shivers skimming down her spine. A gasp escaped her throat as she felt the warmth of his skin on her softness for the very first time. Her lips tingled from the contact, as if they had memorized his touch in a single heartbeat.
His finger… on my lips… her mind whispered. This isn’t just touch… this is something that breathes in the spaces between souls.
Anuj stilled, wide-eyed, watching her reaction. Even he wasn’t prepared for what that innocent gesture would stir in him.
“Her lips…” he thought, “so soft… so delicate… and I—God, I’m touching them.” A storm unfurled within him, all composed restraint unraveling.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
He exhaled slowly, hand trembling slightly as he moved, unable to hold back anymore. With reverence, he let his palm rest softly on the side of her forehead, trailing down with a slow, burning grace. He reached her cheek, skin so warm and alive beneath his hand—it was like touching a secret.
Anu’s lips parted slightly, her breath shallow. The world disappeared—no guests, no music, only this hush between them.
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