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“There’s no going back after this,” Krish said huskily, moving up and aligning himself over my body again. “Our missions can keep us apart physically, Trisha, but our hearts will stay connected forever.”
“Always and forever,” I replied in my haze, wanting him to continue.
Krish watched me with hooded eyes as I writhed beneath him for more friction of our bodies, until he could no longer delay entering me. The next few minutes were painful, but his kisses, his husky assurances that the pain would melt away, were all I needed to breathe normally again and continue moving our bodies together in perfect harmony. With every touch and every kiss, we explored the depths of our desire, reaching new heights of ecstasy together.
For the next few hours, the worries of the outside world faded away. It was just me and Krish in that dark cocoonof love and pleasure, our bodies united as one forever.
CHAPTER 20 (The Proposal)
TRISHA
Two Weeks Later
That passionate night with Krish two weeks ago kept replaying vividly in my mind. Finally, giving in to the burning desire that had been simmering between us for so long felt like stepping out in the sun after a long cold spell. It was a night that had changed everything between us, binding us together in ways words could never describe.
I remembered the way he had looked at me, his eyes dark with need and love. He had undressed me with such reverence, his touch igniting a fire that had been smouldering for far too long. Every kiss, every caress had felt like a promise, a declaration of what we meant to each other.
Giving myself to Krish felt like the most natural thing in the world. He was the only man who could touch me like that, make me feel so completely cherished and desired. As we came together, it was like everything else faded away, leaving just the two of us in a world of our own making.
His hands roamed my body with a possessiveness that made my breath hitch, and I basked in the sensation of being utterly his. “You’re mine, Trisha,” he had murmured against my skin, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “And I’m the only one you’re allowed to love.”
I had gasped at his words, feeling the truth of them deep within me before surrendering completely to him.
Just recalling the boundless passion of that night made my toes curl with longing. But reality had a way of intruding, and the very next day, we were thrust back into the chaos of our lives. The threat of the Bat gang loomed over us, and our time together became a rare and precious occurence for the last two weeks, until we had taken down the threat that hung over the Shergill and Walia families.
But when the intense ordeal with the Bat gang finally came to an end a week ago, a huge weight lifted from our shoulders. Ayaan and Krish had masterfully orchestrated the entire operation to take down the dangerous criminals once and for all.
The car halted at the Mumbai International Airport, breaking my chain of thoughts, before I got down to board my flight to Kashmir. Yep! Just after the Shergill and Walia families were beginning to return to some semblance of normalcy, Ayaan whisked Meher away on a romantic honeymoon in Austria. With the two lovebirds off touring in Europe last night, Krish and I were left footloose and fancy free for a little rendezvous of our own.
So, under the guise of our separate “official breaks”, Krish secretly planned an intimate getaway for just the two of us in the picturesque valley of Kashmir. Though our relationship was still under wraps from the rest of the team, this was our first real chance to enjoy the blossoming romance away from prying eyes. Until we boarded the flight, the secrecy of us travelling togetherhad to be maintained. So, despite travelling together, we decided to meet directly inside the plane.
When I boarded the plane, looking for my seat, I finally saw him. Thankfully, Krish had booked our seats next to each other. In dark blue denim and a white shirt, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Krish looked effortlessly handsome, ready to seduce me with just his smile. I wondered how our one week together would unfold, if this was how he dressed and smiled at me—looking impeccably ravishing. Putting my luggage in the overhead compartment, I took my window seat and fastened the seatbelt.
“Why Kashmir?” I asked, turning to him as our elbows touched, already feeling the spark of the upcoming romantic times we were going to spend in each other’s arms.
“This was my parents’ honeymoon place,” he replied with a grin. “In fact, I’m what you’d call a Kashmir honeymoon baby,” he laughed with that teasing lilt in his voice that always made my heart flutter.
Leave it to Krish to make even the mushiest admission laced with humour.
“Is that so? Then I suppose we are heading to the right place to take this forward,” I quipped back playfully, enjoying this rare opportunity to flirt shamelessly, without any distractions of our professional lives.
I swear the look in his eyes made me wonder if Krish was going to pull me over his lap and kiss me senselessly right then and there. He would have, if the flight attendant hadn’t interrupted us, checking if we needed anythingand diverting our attention.
We landed two hours later, and from the moment our car left the airport, I was awestruck by the pristine natural beauty that surrounded us—the towering snow-capped peaks, sprawling cedar forests, everything around was mesmerizing, like a dream. Krish squeezed my hand, his eyes twinkling. As the car drove higher into the mountains, Krish pointed out the window to the breathtaking vista of Himalayan peaks framed by wispy clouds.
“My mother always said this was her favourite view. She’d sit and admire it for hours.”
I studied his familiar features, momentarily filled with a tenderness I hadn’t quite expected.
“I can see why. It’s... indescribably beautiful.”
Our gazes locked, and I knew that I wasn’t just referring to the scenery. A playful smile played across Krish’s lips as he leaned closer until his face was just inches from mine.
“Almost as stunning as the vision sitting next to me,” he murmured huskily, making my heart skip a beat.
And we kissed. Multiple times before our car halted at its destination.
Our private cottage at the luxurious mountain resort was something out of a fairytale postcard—rustic carved wood beams, plush Kashmir carpets, and best of all, a huge window that framed the soaring, snow-capped peaks outside. It was absolutely perfect.
