Love Across Time

Seventy Five

Mature Content!!

-𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓒𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓸𝓷-

The chamber was a tapestry woven from moonlight and shadow. As Arjun stepped inside, Aanya's voice, a silken whisper edged with impatience, drifted through the hushed air, "Took you long enough to come back." The lamps remained unlit, casting the room in a dreamy twilight.

A flicker of concern flickered in Arjun's eyes. "Aanya?" he called out, his voice brushing against the silence.

"Why are the lamps dark?" he questioned, a hint of exasperation creeping into his tone as he turned towards the doorway, ready to summon an attendant.

"Rukiye," Aanya murmured, her voice so soft it was almost lost in the rustle of wind whispering through the window. Arjun watched, mesmerized, as she reached for a lamp. As the flame sparked to life, illuminating her face in a warm golden glow, his breath hitched in his throat.

Their eyes met, and a slow smile played across Aanya's lips. The only sound in the room was the gentle symphony of the wind whispering secrets outside and the soft, melodic tinkle of her bangles as she moved to light the other lamps.

Arjun felt his heart pound a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He couldn't tear his gaze away, her white lehenga seemed to shimmer under the moonlight, and with each step, the delicate sounds of her anklets sent shivers down his spine.

"Mujhe dekhna band kar sakte hai aap," Aanya teased, her voice laced with amusement. Her words, though playful, were a potent spell, a command he found himself powerless to resist.

With a reluctant sigh, Arjun averted his gaze, closing his eyes for a moment as if to etch the image of her illuminated beauty onto his soul. The room remained bathed in the soft, sensual glow, and even with his eyes closed, he could still feel her presence, a powerful current drawing him inexorably towards her. It was a pull as undeniable as the moon's on the tides, a force that made his breath catch and his heart pound a frantic tattoo against his ribs.

Aanya stifled a smile, a warm flicker that played across her lips even in the muted light. She watched him stand rooted to the spot, a statue sculpted from yearning. The air hung heavy with the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and roses, a heady perfume that seemed to weave its own spell around them.

Slowly, deliberately, she moved towards him, a vision in white that shimmered with every step. As she came to stand directly in front of him, the golden light of the lamps pooled around them, creating a haven bathed in warmth.

"You look lost," Aanya whispered, her voice a silken caress against his ear.

The low, husky timbre of her voice sent a shiver down his spine. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I'm always lost around you," he replied gently, his voice barely a murmur. His fingers, as if guided by an invisible force, reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The touch, feather-light yet filled with unspoken affection, lingered far longer than necessary. Aanya closed her eyes, the warmth of his touch igniting a spark within her.

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken emotions that hung heavy in the air like fragrant incense smoke. Aanya felt the heat of his gaze even with her eyes closed, a tangible presence that sent shivers cascading down her spine like moonlight on rippling water. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his hand cup her cheek, his thumb gently tracing the soft curve with a touch as light as a butterfly's kiss.

"Aanya," he murmured, his voice a husky rumble that sent a tremor through her entire being. The sound of her name on his lips was a melody that resonated deep within her soul, a love song whispered in a language only they understood.