This was no slow or tender kiss; it was a storm of unspoken longing. One of Advait's hands supported Pakhi's neck, his fingers tangled tightly in her hair, while his other hand clamped her waist, pulling her even closer.
A soft, suppressed gasp escaped Pakhi's throat, dissolving right into Advait's breath. Pakhi's nervousness and hesitation evaporated like smoke; she entwined both her hands in Advait's hair and began responding to his wild passion with equal fervor.
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