Author's POV

The playful, mocking boy from minutes ago was gone, replaced by a gaze so heavy and stripped of restraint that the air in the car grew thin

His fingers bury deep in her hair. Curving firmly around the nape of her neck.. and the other arm remains firmly on her waist. Holding her steady...

The fabric of her dress rustles against his trouser... and all Kabir can do is be mesmerised by the way she looks and feels and smells..

The car feels impossibly small.. and intoxicating..

“Kabir” Suhani says pulling back