Chapter 6: “Forbidden Fire”
(Veeresh & Poornima)
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🎭 Stage Performance — College Auditorium
The spotlight burned.
The crowd watched in stunned silence as Romeo and Juliet delivered their lines with breathless intimacy.
When Veeresh touched her cheek on stage, it wasn’t acting.
When Poornima’s voice cracked mid-dialogue, it wasn’t scripted.
Their chemistry was palpable — raw, magnetic, and unspoken.
The curtain fell.
The applause rose.
But Poornima walked away.
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🚶♀️After the Show — Cold Silence
She avoided him.
No eye contact.
No lingering glances.
Not even a word of acknowledgment.
Veeresh stood backstage, holding his prop sword — watching her disappear into the crowd, her dupatta fluttering behind her like a goodbye.
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🌙 That Night – Poornima’s Apartment
It rained again.
There was something about rain that made hearts louder and secrets bolder.
Poornima sat curled up on her sofa, reading the script again like it would distract her from the memory of his hands… his lips.
A knock.
Soft. Familiar.
Her heart dropped.
She knew it was him. She shouldn’t open the door.
But she did.
Veeresh stood there, hair damp, eyes stormy.
They stared at each other in silence.
Poornima (whispered): “You shouldn’t be here.”
Veeresh (quietly): “But I am.”
Poornima: “This is forbidden… We’re not supposed to feel this.”
He stepped closer, one hand brushing against her waist gently.
Veeresh: “Then tell me to leave.”
She didn’t.
Instead, she looked at him — lips parted, eyes wide.
He leaned in.
And this time, she kissed him first.
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🖤 The Fire They Couldn't Resist
The kiss was slow… aching… filled with everything unsaid.
Their bodies found each other like they were meant to.
Clothes slipped away, not in haste but in reverence — each layer a wall falling down between them.
Poornima’s breath hitched as his hands trailed down her spine — her skin responding like it remembered every touch, every gaze.
She let out a soft moan — muffled against his neck — not of pain, but surrender.
A sound that spoke of longing held too long.
Their bodies moved like verses of a forbidden poem — written not with ink, but with touch, breath, and rhythm.
The night didn't need words.
Only silence, and sighs. And the sound of rain on the glass.
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💔 After the Storm
They lay tangled on the couch, her head on his chest, his fingers gently stroking her back.
She closed her eyes, her body still buzzing from what they’d shared.
Poornima (whispered): “We can’t keep doing this.”
Veeresh (softly): “Then tell me it meant nothing.”
Silence.
She couldn’t.
Because in that moment… it meant everything.
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