Before she could say anything, Maahir stepped forward and grabbed her, his need for her overwhelming any sense of restraint. His hands found her waist, his grip firm but gentle as he pulled her closer. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a heated kiss, as if he couldn't control himself any longer.
Mahnoor's towel loosened slightly, but she didn't seem to care. She responded instantly, her hands gripping his shirt as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The intensity of the moment swirled around them, the air thick with desire. His heart raced in time with hers, their bodies pressing closer together as if trying to erase any distance between them.
Maahir's hands slid up her back, feeling the warmth of her skin still damp from the shower, his fingers tangling in her wet hair. His mind was a blur, driven by the fire that burned between them.
Mahnoor's breaths came in soft gasps between kisses, her body yielding to his touch, her towel barely hanging on. She could feel the urgency in the way he kissed her, the way his hands roamed, and it ignited something deep within her.
For a moment, they were lost in the heat of the moment, their connection undeniable, as if nothing else existed beyond the space they occupied. The only sound in the room was their mingled breathing, the soft rustling of her towel, and the pounding of their hearts in perfect rhythm.
But then, Mahnoor gently pulled back, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked up at him, her lips slightly swollen from their kiss. She met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions—desire, confusion, and something deeper, unspoken.
"Maahir..." she whispered, her voice a soft plea, though whether it was for him to continue or stop, even she wasn't sure.
He rested his forehead against hers, his breathing just as labored. His hands still held her tightly, as if letting her go would break the spell between them.
"I couldn't help it," he murmured, his voice low, raw with emotion. "I... I can't seem to stay away from you."
Mahnoor's fingers brushed lightly over his chest, her pulse still racing as she tried to process the intensity of what had just happened.
"Maybe," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "I don't want you to."
Maahir stepped back slightly, his forehead still resting against Mahnoor's. The intensity of their moment lingered in the air, charged with both desire and confusion. He took a shaky breath, trying to gather his thoughts, but the warmth of her body against his made it hard to think straight.
"Mahnoor, this is wrong," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Yet it feels so right. I can't stop now."
She pulled back slightly, searching his eyes for clarity. "I still can't believe that just two days ago, you hated me."
"It wasn't you," he replied quickly, his gaze intense. "I hated myself for having these dirty thoughts about you for years now." The admission hung between them, raw and vulnerable.
Mahnoor's expression shifted from confusion to frustration. "God, brother! You could have told me instead of belittling and manhandling me!"
Maahir sighed, the weight of her words crashing down on him. "I didn't know how," he admitted, running a hand through his messy hair. "I thought pushing you away would help. I thought it would protect both of us."
"Protect me?" she echoed incredulously. "By acting like I'm some burden. You were infuriating, Maahir! You treated me like I didn't belong."
"I was a mess!" he snapped, the heat of his own frustration bubbling to the surface. "I thought staying away would help us both. I didn't want to admit how much I cared, how much I felt. I thought if I acted indifferent, it would make things easier. But it only made it worse."
Mahnoor's heart raced at his words, the vulnerability he showed unearthing emotions she had buried deep. "And what about now? You think acting on this is the answer?"
"Yes," he said, his voice low but firm. "I'm tired of pretending, tired of fighting what's between us. I can't deny it any longer." He stepped closer again, the air crackling between them.
"But it changes everything," she said, a mix of longing and fear in her eyes. "What happens when we go back to reality? To our family? To the legacy?"
"I don't care about that right now," he said, his expression fierce. "All I care about is you."
Mahnoor hesitated, her mind racing with all the possible consequences of what they were about to embark on. "And if this ruins us?"
"Then let's ruin us together," he replied, determination etched on his face. "I'd rather take that risk than live another day pretending."
For a moment, the world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the two of them in that small room, the tangled emotions woven between them stronger than ever. It was a leap of faith, and neither knew where they would land, but deep down, they both felt a thrilling sense of inevitability.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the resolve in her eyes shone brightly. "But we do this on our terms. No more hiding, no more games."
"Agreed," Maahir said, his heart swelling with a mix of hope and adrenaline. He cupped her face gently, pulling her back into a kiss that felt like both a promise and a reckoning.
As their lips met once more, the weight of the world seemed to dissolve, leaving only the two of them—lost in a moment that was undeniably theirs, no matter what came next.