𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐈 [𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖨𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾]

[27]

"You know," he began, his voice a delicate whisper that seamlessly melded with the tranquil night around them,

"I never knew the moon could look this beautiful until I saw it reflected in your eyes."

A subtle twist in Siya's stomach compelled her gaze toward Shashwat. Her eyes, ensnared by his captivating amber gaze, momentarily held a magnetic connection that transcended the world around them. Unable to sustain the intensity, she averted her eyes to the intricate details of the railing. A shy smile delicately curved her lips, and her cheeks, now dipped in the deepest shade of red, revealed the nuanced dance of emotions within.

"Don't look at me like this," she murmured, the soft plea carrying a blend of vulnerability and enchantment.

"Like what?" he asked, his gaze unwavering as he continued to look at her.

"There's nothing here worth looking at, except me," Siya confessed, her words laced with a delicate mix of playfulness and sincerity.

"That's true, for me there's nothing worth looking at, except you," he replied, his words wrapped in a blanket of sincerity and admiration.

His declaration lingered in the air, like a sweet melody weaving through the moonlit night. Siya, caught in the dance of his gaze and the poetry of his words, couldn't help but blush even deeper.

As the air thickened with unspoken sentiment, Siya felt the urge to redirect the attention away from her flushed cheeks.

"Hame chalna chahiye," she suggested, her voice carrying a mix of light-heartedness and an attempt to regain composure.

["I should leave."]

Before she could step away, Shashwat intervened, gently intertwining his small finger with hers, sending a subtle current down her spine. Their fingers laced together, he gestured for her to follow him. Walking in tandem, their fingers still entwined, they arrived at a secluded spot where Shashwat gestured for her to sit on a large railing.

Seated there, she complied, and with a graceful movement, he knelt down before her. From a concealed pocket, he produced one of her anklets, a glint catching the moonlight.

"Ye to..." she began, but Shashwat swiftly completed her sentence, "Tumhari hai. I found it near the water tap."

["It's yours.]

With an unexpected tenderness, he held the thumb of her foot, placing it gently on his thigh. The unexpectedness of the gesture widened her eyes in surprise.

"Ye aap... kya kar rahe hain! I can do it." she said, her shock palpable. Shashwat remained silent, his actions speaking louder than words.

["What are you doing?"]

"I know you can... but please let me," he softly insisted before she could articulate her thoughts. Her gaze, filled with adoration, met his, and a tender smile graced his lips.

As he delicately wrapped the anklet around her foot, Shashwat couldn't help but marvel at the exquisite beauty of her delicate feet. In that intimate moment, a silent desire lingered within him, a wish to worship those very feet, a sentiment carefully tucked away. Simultaneously, Siya found herself falling for him once again, captivated by the sincerity and gentleness of the gesture.

He looked up at her, and she withdrew her foot, their eyes locked in a silent exchange that resonated with unspoken emotions.

"Thank you," Siya expressed with a shy smile, keeping her feet on the floor while Shashwat remained on his knees, a silent expression of gratitude in her eyes. As she made a move to stand, he gently halted her progress.