Maan Singh khurana

(She slips. He catches her. For a second, the world fades.) Her eyes widen. His heartbeat stumbles. “Careful,” he whispers, voice husky. “I might not let go next time.” (She stares, frozen in his arms, rain dripping down her face.) “Why… why did you catch me?” (He smirks, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.) “Because you’ve been falling for me since day one.”