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Har din tujhko chaahun, Teri raah takun, Apni baahon mein tujhko, Main salaamat rakhun

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࣪ ִֶָ☾

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. C H E R R Y

"I felt the same way you did," he says softly. His eyes move to her lips, and his thumb traces them gently. He inches closer, then leans in to kiss her, slowly drawing her lips into his. Vaani shivers with butterflies in her stomach. She cups his face, kissing him back.

As the kiss deepens, Shivank's hand drifts to her breast, feeling the rise and fall of her chest with her heavy breaths. He's about to squeeze but abruptly stops. With a sigh, he gently lays her down and rushes into his room.

Confused, Vaani watches him disappear into the room. "Shivank! Shivank!" she calls out, following him. She finds him in the bathroom, sighing heavily. She changes clothes and sits on his bed, waiting. Is he regretting this now? She hopes he doesn't ruin things between them now.

Shivank comes out shirtless, wearing track pants, rubbing his hair. He stops when he sees her, taking a deep breath. How is he going to face her after kissing her so often lately?

Worried, Vaani looks at him and says, "Shivank, are you crazy? Who takes a shower at this late hour? Come here and sit down." She gently guides him to sit on the bed and begins drying his hair with a towel.

Shivank clears his throat, glancing at her as she works. "Sorry, Vaani. Woh...bahar..." Vaani interrupts him.

"Why do you overthink everything, Shivank? Do you have a girlfriend?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Shivank responds quickly, "No!"

"Do you think I have a boyfriend?"

Shivank, hopeful, says, "I hope not."

Vaani smiles and says, "I don't. Then why are you acting like you've cheated on someone? It was just a moment. It happens. We're consenting adults. Stop overthinking." She tries to ease his worries.

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