Chapter 151

Mihir's POV

I could remember the heat of her body against mine, the way she trembled under my touch. I recalled her whispered pleas, her soft, broken voice calling my name. The raw need I had felt, the desperation, and the way she had finally surrendered to me. Every detail came back in vivid clarity—the feel of her skin, the scent of her hair, the way our bodies had moved together as if in a timeless dance.

My heart pounded with a mixture of guilt and longing. The realization that it had not been a dream but a vivid, passionate encounter with Tami shook me to the core. I had mistaken it for a dream, my words and actions driven by jealousy and a sense of possession. But I was actually with her making hard and passionate love to her. She had really looked at me with those wide, vulnerable eyes, and Tami had responded to my every touch with an aching need of her own.

I replayed the night in my mind, every flash of memory was making me wince. I had been rough, driven by anger and frustr