THE FIRST MEET UP

It was the final moment for both of us at the university, and my heart surged with an urgency I could no longer contain. This was a chance I had to seize. From the day we first stepped onto campus, a love deeper than I ever imagined had taken root in my heart, blossoming over four incredible years. The moment our eyes met, an unexplainable connection sparked between us—an electric current that drew me closer to her in exhilarating waves.

Each day, I found myself entranced by her beauty—her captivating eyes that twinkled like stars, her radiant cheeks that glowed with life, and her joyful laughter that filled the air with music. Whenever I caught her gaze, time seemed to suspend, and the world around us faded away. Her eyes were like endless oceans, rich with secrets and dreams, while her cheeks, kissed by the gentle touch of a rose, illuminated her every expression.

In that fleeting moment at the university, I understood that what I felt was more than mere infatuation; it was a profound admiration that had blossomed into a love that was all-consuming. I knew I had to confess how deeply she had filled my life with joy and wonder—how she was not just remarkable but an integral part of my soul. Trembling with anticipation, I stood before her, captivated by the sight of her in that elegant saree, which flowed gracefully around her like a soft breeze, accentuating every curve, making her illuminate the very atmosphere.

My throat tightened, thoughts swirling in a tempest of emotions. I leaned closer, summoning every ounce of courage, and softly whispered her name, "Krithii." It flowed from my lips like a delicate melody, imbued with affection, admiration, and an entire universe of unspoken promises. In that enchanting instant, as our eyes locked, I reached for her hand, intertwining our fingers in a gentle embrace. The warmth of her touch sparked electricity through my veins.

"Krithii, I need to tell you something," I murmured, my heart racing like a drum in my chest. She nodded, her eyes sparkling with an unquenchable curiosity. "Yes," she urged softly, encouraging me to reveal the emotions I had kept hidden for far too long. In a heartbeat, I poured my soul into those two simple words, "I love you." The confession hung in the air, fragile yet powerful, waiting for her heart to echo my truth.

As she drew closer, the world around us blurred into oblivion. The warmth of her breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine. In that moment, the urge to wrap my arms around her waist became irresistible. I pulled her closer, losing myself in the intoxicating rhythm of her presence.

Then, with a soft whisper that made my heart flutter, she leaned in, brushing her lips near my ear, and said, "I love you too." Her words resonated within me, igniting a fire that had lay dormant for far too long. Everything felt right in that moment, as if the universe conspired to bring us together.

"Really?" I asked, my heart racing as she placed her hands on my chest, nodding eagerly. I gently cupped her face, and the understanding between us was palpable. With a teasing smile, she said, "It took you four years to confess, now don't take four hours to kiss me." I couldn't help but laugh at her eagerness, my heart swelling with affection.

With a tender touch, I lifted her into my arms, marveling at how perfectly she fit against me. I leaned down, pouring all the longing of those four years into a passionate kiss. It was intense and fervent as if I were trying to reclaim every wasted moment. Our lips moved together, a dance of desire, until the kiss deepened, rough with need. I couldn't help but bite her lower lip gently, a playful savagery that drew a small gasp from her. As her lips met mine, that sweet mingling of our blood ignited an undeniable passion, flavors entwining—a delicate cherry sweetness blending into something warm and salty as we surrendered to the moment.

After what felt like an eternity wrapped in each other, we broke apart, our breaths mingling in the cool air, ragged and warm. Her cheeks blushed crimson as I gently set her down, feeling her grip tighten on my shirt as if she were afraid to let go. In that moment, I knew we had crossed a threshold into a new realm of love—one filled with passion, understanding, and a promise of forever.