∘₊✧──── Ruhi’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ────✧₊∘

The dining room was pure chaos during dinner. I tried my best to blend into the background, keeping my eyes fixed on my plate as I took small, careful bites of my paratha. My cheeks were still burning, and it had nothing to do with the stubborn traces of red gulal still staining the skin behind my ears. Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the phantom weight of Shivaang’s hands, the wet heat of his mouth, and the possessive way he had claimed me behind that locked door.