There will never be another you : Chapter 20
The atmosphere shifts the second the heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the rest of the world—the noise, the family, the shadows of their past—on the other side. In the sudden silence of the hotel suite, the air feels thick, almost pressurized. Arnav doesn't wait. He pins Khushi against the door, his hands framing her face with a desperation that borders on hunger. For months, they had moved around each other like celestial bodies—constantly pulling, constantly resisting. Now, the gravity has finally won. "Arnav ji..." she gasps, her breath hitching as his forehead rests against hers. Her hands are lost in the fabric of his shirt, bunching the expensive silk as if she’s afraid he might vanish if she lets go. "No more talking, Khushi," he rasps, his voice a low, jagged growl. "No more running. Just us." He kisses her then—not the tentative, questioning kisses of their early days, but something deep, demanding, and certain. It tastes of relief and a lon...