Ishika Sharma

The soft glow of the moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a gentle light over the room , Siddhartha Roy Kapoor, the college heartthrob , harbores a luxury bedroom which is surprisingly cozy.

A space that felt like it belongs to him—art on the walls, music playing softly from a speaker in the corner, and the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air.

I , Ishika Sharma, Siddhartha's girlfriend  , sit on the edge of the bed, nervously fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. We both are actually of same age . Both young 22 years old last year college students . It's been only over 6 months of us dating.

I've been often coming to Siddhartha's place , since the day he confessed to me , how he has fallen deep for me , just like I , for him . Our whole college campus knows about us . He said , after our final exam , he'll tell his  parents about me . He wants to meet my parents too.

Honestly, I never thought, I would fall for someone. I always thought, I will have arranged marriage by the time I'll turn 28 . Haha. But turns out my boring life was not so boring for a certain someone.

A chuckle leaves my mouth . Then I look ahead and get blessed  with Siddhartha's heavely silhouette leaning against the doorframe, watching me with  a soft smile, his dark hair slightly tousled . Suddenly I feel cautious.

The comfortable silence between us breaks only by the quiet hum of the music. But something was changing in the air,  a tension that neither of them can ignore.

He slowly walkes towards me, his footsteps quiet but deliberate. His eyes never leaves mine as he kneels down in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body radiating towards me.

" You okay? " he asks me . His voice low, softer than usual, almost like he's trying to make sure he isn't intruding on something delicate.

I nod, trying to maintain composure, but there was something about the  way he was looking at me that made me heart race.

" Yeah, just... a little nervous, " I say while feeling my cheeks getting warmer.

Siddhartha's expression softens . He reachs up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing your skin with a touch that sent a shiver down my spine. The intensity of his gaze never wavered,  and for a moment, it felt like everything around us has disappeared. It is just the two of us.

" There's no need to be nervous, After all it's just me , your Sid . " he whispers, his breath brushing against my cheek.

My pulse quickened as the distance between us closes . His hand moved to cup my face, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw.

"  I know, but you know . it's my first time so , I'm bound to get nervous. " I say while leaning against his touch, feeling his gentle warmth .

" You do know right, Tesoro , that even if we do not do this , It's completely okay with me . I don't need to feel you under my skin to know your heart is already wrapped around mine . I can wait for you Tesoro , be it now ,  weeks or months. we have our whole life to do this. "

I look up and gaze at him . Oh , how ethereal he's looking while saying this . I lean towards him and take his lips in mine .

" I want this . I don't want us to wait " I say this as effortlessly as the wind whispers through the trees.

And then, without another word, his lips captures mine in a kiss that is soft at first—tentative, as if testing the waters. But soon, the kiss deepens, the warmth between  us  building until I can't tell where one of us ended and the other began.

It is electric, like a spark has ignited between us, and all the tension that has been hanging in the air seems finally released. We had kissed before. But this time it feels different . more consuming.

When he pulles away just enough to rest his forehead against mine, we were both breathless, our hearts beating in unison. His eyes  still close, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

" I trust you Sid " nuzzling my nose with his I mumble .

" I'll take care of you Tesoro. " saying this he again takes my lips into his and intertwines our fingers .