Little bit of 16+ content.

6918 Words.

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The soft light of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. The air was warm, filled with the faint scent of candles burned the night before, mingling with something deeply intimate and uniquely theirs. Shourya and Jhavni lay entwined in each other's arms, their bodies forming a comfortable cocoon. Jhavni nestled her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear, a soothing reminder of his presence. Jhavni stirred, a sharp pain jolting her from the remnants of sleep. She turned to her side, grimacing as she realized just how sore she felt. It was a discomfort that emanated from deep within her lower region, a stark reminder of the passionate night they had shared. The first thing she became aware of was the heavy warmth of Shourya’s arm draped across her waist, his body pressed snugly against hers.

She turned her head to glance at him, still lost in slumber, his face softened by the morning light. His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, and his dark hair was deliciously tousled. For a moment, her heart swelled with affection at the sight of him, at how peaceful and utterly hers he looked. But then she moved, just a fraction, and the sharp ache in her lower body made her wince. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she froze, her muscles stiffening as she registered the soreness that pulsed through her. She shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position.

The events of the previous night came rushing back to her in vivid detail— a smile broke across her face. Jhavni could still feel the thrill of it—the way she had surrendered to her desires, wild and demanding, unapologetic in her need for him. She had reveled in that side of herself, confident and eager, letting him know just how much she wanted him.