Harder 299
The midnight air was thick with jasmine and unspoken longing, the only light a silver streak from the moon painting Priti’s anxious form by the window. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a guilty counterpoint to the sleeping city’s quiet hum. When he finally stepped from the shadows, his presence was a warmth that seeped into her soul, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that stole her breath. His fingers, when they brushed a stray tear from her cheek, were surprisingly gentle, a silent question in their tender touch. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into his palm, her own resolve crumbling like ancient parchment. His whisper, a hushed promise against her temple, spoke of stolen moments and a connection too fierce to deny. She felt his strong arms encircle her, pulling her close until she could feel the frantic beat of his own heart answering hers. In that breathless embrace, the world with all its rules fell away, leaving only the raw truth of their entwined spirits. Every shuddering breath they shared was a secret vow, a bittersweet melody composed for the night alone. This was their fragile, forbidden paradise, built from whispers and destined to vanish with the dawn.
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