Chapter 2 Volume 3 :- When Tsunami Met Wild Fire 🔥🌊

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                                      When Tsunami Met Wild Fire 🔥🌊

Kamini stood there, on the balcony, the city lights casting a soft glow over her as she stared into the distance. The night breeze, cool against her skin, contrasted the warmth rising from within. She felt it—the weight of a secret she had carried for so long. And tonight, she stood on the precipice of revealing it to Ruhaan.

His voice, low and compelling, drifted from behind her, cutting through the silence like a whisper of temptation.

"Kamini... you know what I am to you, don't you?" His tone was confident, yet there was a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, a quiet plea to understand.

Her heart raced, but she kept her gaze on the distant cityscape, refusing to let her emotions betray her.

"Yes," she answered, her voice steady but filled with a longing that she had kept hidden from him. "I know exactly who you are, Ruhaan."

She could feel his presence draw nearer, his energy suffocating in the best way. He closed the gap between them, his fingers brushing lightly against her arm, sending electric shocks of awareness through her. But she didn't flinch. She stood still, allowing his touch to linger as if testing her.

"Then why do I feel like you're holding back, Kamini?" He was so close now, she could feel the heat of his body behind her, and the air between them seemed thick with anticipation. "Do you still see me as the intern? Or is there more now?"

Kamini's pulse quickened, but she didn't turn to face him. Not yet. She needed this moment of control. Of power.

"You are... everything," she whispered, barely audible. "But this... this secret, Ruhaan... it's a burden. One that we both must carry now."

She felt him take a step closer, his breath brushing against the back of her neck. The heat of his body made her skin burn, but she stayed still, her fingers gripping the railing, holding herself together.

He finally turned her around, his hands on her waist, pulling her against him. Her body tensed, but she didn't resist. She didn't want to.

"Tell me, Kamini," he murmured, his lips hovering over hers. "If we can’t fight this... if it’s a secret we must share... then why does it feel like you're the one holding all the cards? Why do I feel like you’re the one pulling the strings?"

Her breath caught in her throat, and for the briefest of moments, she felt the weight of everything that had been left unsaid between them. The questions. The fear. The temptation.

But tonight... tonight everything was different.

"Maybe," Kamini began, her voice shaky but strong, "because I’m the one who’s been playing the game, Ruhaan. I’ve always known how to control this—how to seduce, to take... to lead you down this path. But now... now you're the one who's starting to play me."

His eyes darkened, a slow smirk playing on his lips. "And what will you do about that, Kamini? Will you resist me? Or will you let go of the control for once?"

Her breath shuddered as she felt his hands tighten around her waist. The night felt alive with possibility, the world around them fading into a blur of shadows and stolen moments. "I don't know, Ruhaan. But tonight... tonight we will both carry the burden of this secret, and we'll see where it leads."

She didn't need to say another word. The pull between them was undeniable, electric, and in that moment, all the questions, all the doubts, faded away.

For tonight, it was just them—tangled in the web of their desires, lost in the maze of their secrets, bound by the unspoken promise of what was to come.

And as their lips finally met, it was as if the world itself held its breath. 

💌 Thank you for reading this chapter of Kamini Diaries – Volume 3.
More passion, more secrets, and deeper seduction await... 🌙

📚 Kamini Recommends:
Chapter 1: Ek Raaz Ki Baat Bataon...💌
Chapter 2: Chaand Ki Chuppi, Tan Ki Pyaas 🌒
Chapter 10: Kamini’s Secret Room 🔥

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