Chapter 241

Tami's POV

What was wrong with him?? How can he think that Parshav and I… Maybe because he is drunk.

He claimed my lips again, slid his hand into my t-shirt again, and caressed my bare midriff. He bent and traced the outline of one of the twin buds, they were already as hard as pebbles.

"I am burning for you… Just as you are. Don't deny it. Don't push me away." He said and started peeling off the t-shirt again with his other arm while he was taking me towards the bed we stumbled towards the bed. It was as if all the barriers we had built between us were crumbling, leaving us exposed and vulnerable. I could feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his touch, and it ignited something deep within me.

"Mihir," I whispered, my voice came out as a plea, a cry for connection.

He looked at me then, his eyes searching mine, and I saw the conflict there, the war between the past and the present. His kiss softened, and