We stayed like that for sometime and honestly, I didn't want to let go. His arms were my safe haven. And the way his heart beat, that was the most soothing music I ever heard. That moment took me down the memory lane where i spent most of my time in his arms, lying my head on his chest. Being just us, innocent, scared to get intimate but unwilling to let go of each other.
A sudden push from Shiva, jerking me away from the hug, bought me back to the present harshly. He frowned at me for a second and averted his gaze. The worry lines on his forehead were a clear sign of his disturbed mood. His bottom lip was pulled in between his teeth, another clear sign that he was having an inner debate, thinking too hard about something. These traits only led to fights between us and I didn't want that.
