𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

Chapter 64

(you guys can skip this part if you want cause yk... Uhm it's actually 🔞... we'll imo no one will going to do that but some readers don't prefer these scenes so you can skip if you want)

The rain had started as a soft drizzle over Florence, blurring the distant cathedral domes and turning the cobblestone streets below into shimmering mirrors. From the rooftop terrace of their boutique hotel, the world felt far away — just terracotta rooftops, church bells echoing faintly, and the perfume of rain-soaked lavender drifting up from the garden.

Kaushiki stood near the low stone railing, raindrops clinging to her hair like tiny diamonds, her dress sticking slightly to her frame. She was laughing at something Ashwin had said, the sound almost lost in the patter of rain against the roof tiles.

Ashwin, coat slung over his arm, didn’t even try to pull her inside. Instead, he stepped closer, letting the rain darken his shirt, his eyes fixed on her in that quiet, intense way of his.

“Pagal ho tum…” he murmured in Hindi, brushing a wet strand of hair from her cheek.
She tilted her chin up, challenging him with a mischievous smile. “Aur aap kaunse sahi ho?”

A warm wind swept across the terrace, bringing the scent of wet earth and distant bakeries. In that moment, the city below didn’t matter — it was just them, the rhythm of rain, and the electric closeness that neither could ignore.

He leaned in, voice barely above the rainfall. “If you keep standing here, I might…” He didn’t finish.
“...Might what?” she teased.

And then, with no warning, he kissed her — rain falling harder now, their lips warm against the cool drops, her hands gripping his shirt as if afraid the world might vanish if she let go.His warm hand finding her cold wrist. Before she could protest, he bent and swept her off her feet in one smooth motion, cradling her in bridal style. Her breath caught, half from surprise and half from the sudden closeness — his heartbeat steady against her ear, the scent of rain mingling with his cologne.

The world outside was all rain and wind, but his arms were steady, unyielding. Without breaking eye contact, he carried her inside, his wet shoes leaving a trail on the polished wooden floor. In the dim light of their suite, he set her down gently on the bed, the soft linens instantly warming her chilled skin.

Water droplets traced paths down his temple and dripped onto her fingers as she held onto his shirt. For a moment, neither spoke — the only sound was the rain still drumming against the rooftop,

As she sat there, rain-dampened hair framing her face, she looked up at him with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. His own clothing was in a similar condition, the wet fabric clinging to his muscular frame.
Ashwin knelt before her, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly began peeling off his shirt

Kaushiki's eyes widened as she watched him strip off the wet garment, baring his toned chest and arms. A low heat was building within her, fueled by the sight of him and the knowledge of what was to come.
Once his shirt lay discarded on the floor, Ashwin turned his attention to her. His hands moved to the hemline of her damp dress, his touch just as teasing and tantalizing as ever...

Kaushiki let out a shiver as his fingers found her skin, the coolness of his touch in stark contrast to the heat coursing through her body. He pulled the wet material slowly up her torso, the dress bunching around her waist as he went.
He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above the sensitive skin of her midriff. "You're shivering," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Let me warm you up."

His mouth traced a path up her abdomen, leaving a trail of hot and possessive kisses in its wake. Kaushiki let out a soft gasp, her hands moving to his shoulders, her fingers digging in almost involuntarily.
The sensation of his lips against her skin was electric, igniting a fire deep within her. She arched into his touch, her body wanting more of him...