The moment Garvit kissed Niharika, every argument between them dissolved into raw emotion. His kiss was intense, possessive, and filled with a burning jealousy he had been trying to suppress the entire evening. Niharika's fingers instinctively curled into the fabric of his shirt as he pulled her closer, leaving no distance between them. His hands rested firmly on her waist, holding her as if he feared she might disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly.

Their breaths mixed unevenly while the heavy tension that had built up between them finally broke apart.