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Three weeks had passed since Tamizh had moved into Prabhu's apartment, and in many ways, it felt like a month.

Living together was entirely different from the weekends she used to spend at his place before—those stolen moments of intimacy that now seemed like mere glimpses of what life together truly entailed.

Now, every morning, every evening, every mundane moment was shared, and Tamizh found herself in the curious process of getting used to this new rhythm.

It was a Sunday, and the sun had risen lazily over the city, casting soft, warm light into their room. Prabhu was already up, having slipped out of bed quietly so as not to disturb her.

Tamizh, still cocooned under the duvet, slowly began to wake, savouring the comfort of the bed. But what truly caught her attention was the sight of Prabhu emerging from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his waist, droplets of water glistening on his skin.

Her eyes traced the lines of his body, the taut muscles, and the way his wet hair clung to his forehead.

She sighed, half in admiration, half in frustration, as remembering the conditions she had set before moving in with him reminded her that for now she can only enjoy the view and can't do anything with it.

A few days ago, as she had stood on the threshold of his apartment, boxes in hand, she had laid out her terms.

"I'll only step inside if you agree to three conditions," she had declared, her voice firm despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach.

Prabhu had smiled expecting something like this as he said. "Go ahead."

"First," she had begun, "we'll share the rent and groceries. No ifs or buts."

"Fair enough," he had replied, nodding in agreement as he planned to convince her with his own tantics, but later.

"Second," she had continued, her cheeks flushing slightly, "No sex."

Prabhu had chuckled, taken aback but not in a dismissive way. "Well, until the moment you said it, I hadn't even considered it. I was just planning to live with you, Tamizh. Sex wasn't a part of it, but I'm surprised that you've thought about it, huh?"

She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. It wasn't her fault that she had assumed living together would naturally include sex—after all, she had spent countless hours researching how living together worked.

She had read numerous articles, forums, and advice columns that suggested couples often explore their sexual boundaries and limits once they move in together. Tamizh wanted to make sure there were no misunderstandings about this between them, so she decided to set her boundaries clearly from the start.

On the other hand, Prabhu had chuckled, not because he found her condition amusing, but because he hadn't actually considered sex as part of their decision to live together.

Of course, he's a man deeply in love with her and everything about Tamizh turned him on—her voice, her eyes, the way she looked at him, and the way she carried herself or even the way she smiled or gets annoyed with him at times.

Every single thing about her, turns him on.

There were times when he had to take cold showers just to calm down his little warrior after being around her. More often His thoughts had wandered to that possibility of them making love more than once, but his main intention behind wanting to live together wasn't driven by sex alone.

He genuinely wanted to share his space with her, to wake up next to her, to argue over breakfast choices and then go with whatever she says because that's how it always had been between them and to laugh together at the end of a long day or just hold each other closely while sleeping.

While the idea of making love to her in every possible way was incredibly tempting, Prabhu knew that reaching that level of intimacy required both of them to be ready, not just him or his overexcited 'little warrior' to be ready.

So when she mentioned her second condition, he found it endearing more than anything. He knew Tamizh had probably thought a lot about this, and it only made him adore her more.

She had felt a little silly then, as if she had overthought everything. After all, what did she expect? She knew Prabhu wasn't someone who would rush into things without both of them being completely sure but she wanted to make sure both of them are on the same page.

But she had quickly covered her embarrassment, her determination pushing her forward. "Whatever, I'm still saying no sex."

He nodded, his smile softening as he saw how serious she was about it. "Alright, no sex," he agreed, respecting her boundaries without hesitation.

But in his heart, Prabhu knew that making love to her is something he desired yet it wasn't the main reason he wanted to live with her.

What mattered most to him was having her by his side, sharing their lives, and creating a space where they could both be completely themselves.

"And third," she had finished, "after my master's is completed, we'll let our parents know about our relationship. I don't want them to find out on their own and feel betrayed by us."

Prabhu had agreed to this as well, his eyes full of understanding. He had pinched her cheek playfully before taking the boxes from her hands and stepping inside. "Welcome home, Tamizh."

Now, as she lay in bed, watching him through the half-lidded eyes of someone not quite ready to fully wake up, she couldn't help but think how hard it was to keep that second condition.

Especially when Prabhu looked like this, fresh out of the shower, his body still warm and damp from the steam, the scent of his soap lingering in the air.

Prabhu, catching her gaze through the dressing mirror, smiled knowingly. "I know you're awake," he said, his voice teasing.

Immediately, she pulled the duvet over her face, her heart pounding with a mix of shyness and amusement. But there was no hiding from him; she could still feel his presence, hear the soft chuckle that escaped his lips.

Living together with Prabhu was everything and nothing like what Tamizh had expected. It was a mix of the mundane and the extraordinary, wrapped in the everyday moments that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

The closeness of it all, the way they were slowly but surely learning to learn each other's habits, quirks, and flaws, made her feel both exposed and comforted.

In the three weeks since she had moved in with him, Tamizh had found herself in a new world, one where time seemed to stretch out, allowing her to live each moment twice over. It wasn't that time ran too fast with him, but rather that it slowed down, giving her the chance to savour every detail, every quiet joy of simply being with him.

Like on a random night, when Prabhu, still half-asleep but determined to brush his teeth before sleeping, would wander into the bathroom in his pyjama bottoms, his hair dishevelled, brushing his teeth beside her as she meticulously went through her skincare routine. His curiosity was endless, and he would ask her, in all seriousness, what each step was for.

"What does this one do?" he would ask, pointing at a bottle of serum with genuine curiosity.

"It helps with hydration," Tamizh would explain patiently, even as she wondered how he managed to make her feel so warm with just these simple questions.

"And this one?" he'd continue, undeterred, pointing at another bottle.

"Brightening," she'd reply, a smile tugging at her lips, amused by his interest.

"How do you keep up with all these steps?" he'd tease, his voice full of admiration and a hint of disbelief.

She'd laugh, pushing him lightly. "It's just something we girls feel lazy to do but we do it anyway."

Living together wasn't just about sharing a space; it was about sharing themselves, their unfiltered, messy, and authentic versions.

There were no filters here—just two people, fully comfortable in each other's presence.

And then there were the small arguments that they had two days ago, like whether to have a healthy meal prepared by him or just order something full of cheese stuff to satisfy her cravings.

Prabhu, with all his good intentions, would reach for a salad, trying to be disciplined. But the smell of pizza, which Tamizh insisted on ordering, would eventually tempt him.

"Fine," he'd grumble, giving in to temptation as he took a slice of pizza. "But you owe me a workout tomorrow."

Tamizh would just laugh, knowing full well that he'd never regret letting her mess up his diet routine.

As her racing mind came back to present she heard him saying.

"You're going to have to get used to this, you know," his voice dripped with playful teasing.

Tamizh rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "I'm trying," she replied, her tone equally playful, but there was a hint of bashfulness in her voice.

Without missing a beat, Prabhu walked over to the bed, leaning down until his face was level with hers, still mostly hidden under the covers.

"Trying, huh?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "Should I make it easier for you?"

Before Tamizh could even think of a reply, he pulled the duvet down just enough to reveal her flushed face. His gaze locked with hers, the warmth of his skin so close to hers making her blush even deeper.

"You know," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin, "I think you might be enjoying this a little too much."

Tamizh bit her lip, trying to keep her cool, but the blush on her cheeks gave her away.

"Maybe," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Prabhu's smile widened as he leaned even closer, his lips now just a breath away from hers. "Good," he whispered, his voice filled with a tender promise. "Because I know I am."

And then, without another word, he closed the distance, capturing her lips in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened. He carefully slid into the covers with her, enveloping them both in the warm cocoon of the duvet, shutting out the bright daylight.

Kissing her felt like the best part of his life, a feeling he wanted to hold onto forever.

His kiss became more passionate, his body hovering over hers as they both got lost in the moment. She responded to his kiss with equal fervour, letting him take the lead, her heart racing at the intensity of the connection between them.

Prabhu pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers as he murmured against her lips, "Since you've already seen me shirtless, it's only fair I get the same view of yours," he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief as he winked at her.

Tamizh blushed, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink. "It's not the first time I've seen you shirtless," she protested, trying to sound nonchalant, though she knew this time him being shirtless felt entirely different than the previous times.

Prabhu chuckled softly, his laughter vibrating through her. "Then we've got to make it many more times," he said, his voice filled with both humour and naughty promise.

He reached up to brush a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. They were lost in each other, in the heat of the moment.

Prabhu searched her eyes for any sign of hesitation, any silent "no," but all he found was the soft, eager expression in her eyes.

When she gave him a small nod, a silent signal of her consent, his smile widened, as if he'd just won a lottery.

His hand slipped under her pyjama shirt, fingers trailing along her skin as he kissed her again, deeper this time, with a hunger that matched her own.

In one swift motion, he pulled the shirt over her head, parting from her lips for just a second before capturing them again once he'd successfully removed it.

She was left in just her loose sports bra, something she had started wearing since moving in with him. It was comfortable and modest. If she were still in her hostel, she wouldn't have bothered with a bra at all while sleeping, but here, with Prabhu, but she knew it wouldn't help much against the rising desires they both felt so she knew she had to wear something for the sake of her condition, even though they seemed to be crumbling in this very moment.

Prabhu's hands moved to her breasts, his touch gentle yet firm, massaging and pressing against her skin. The sensation made her moan into his mouth, her hands instinctively wrapping around him, pulling him closer.

He could feel her heat, her desire, and it only fueled his own.

He left her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, over her chest, and across the valley between her breasts. As he explored her body with his lips. A tiny sense of insecurity crossed her eyes as this is the first ever time they're this close and her half naked chest for his hungry gaze.

He groaned softly as he kissed her, murmuring against her skin, "You're perfect," his voice filled with admiration that only made her blush even more.

She moaned softly, her hands clutching him closer, the need in her growing stronger. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, a clear indication of his own desire and her core ached for more, for something she couldn't quite name but desperately needed.

They were both too lost in each other, in the heat and the passion of the moment, that neither remembered their boundaries or the condition they had made.

Tamizh moaned softly, her body responding to his every touch, every kiss.

She could feel his hardness pressing against her, a reminder of how much he wanted her. Her core ached with need, her body craving more of his touch, more of him.

But as Prabhu's hands reached for her bra, something in him hesitated. For a brief moment, he paused, the world rushing back into focus as he tried to think straight.

And then, as if by fate, his phone rang, breaking the spell they were under. The sound was jarring, pulling them both back to reality. Prabhu sighed in relief, grateful for the interruption that saved him from having to stop on his own.

He smiled at her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then her cheeks, before pulling the duvet off them both.

With one hand, he lifted the duvet, letting the cool air rush in as he said, "We can continue this some other day. Go freshen up; I'll get breakfast ready." His voice was gentle, making sure she didn't feel awkward about the abrupt end to their moment.

Prabhu's gentle way of stopping without making it awkward only made her love him more. She watched as he stood up, still on the phone, pulling out his tracks and a T-shirt from the wardrobe. He left the room quietly, giving her space to gather herself.

Tamizh, still lying on the bed, replayed every second in her mind, her hand covering her mouth in disbelief at how close they had come to losing control.

She looked around; the bed was a mess, and so was she.

She quickly grabbed her pyjama shirt from where it had been tossed on the bed, slipping it on before rushing to the bathroom. Once inside, she peeled off her clothes, needing a shower to clear the image of shirtless him, hovered over her and helpless her, under him and all needy and ready to give in to the desire..

As she stood under the warm spray of shower, she gasped looking at herself in the mirror, noticing the marks Prabhu had left on her skin—hickeys that trailed from her jaw to her neckline and down to her chest.

Prabhu is a gentleman, always knowing where to draw the line or at what point to pause before going further but he is also a bit of a devil, leaving his mark on her body with hickeys that now dotted her skin.

She couldn't help but feel relieved that it was Sunday and she didn't have to attend college with so many visible marks.

The water cascaded over her, washing away the heat of the moment, but not the memory of it. As she bathed, she couldn't help but smile, feeling a mix of emotions—desire, embarrassment, and a strange sense of comfort.

After a thorough shower, Tamizh brushed her teeth and got dressed in a turtleneck t-shirt that covered her neck and hickeys, pairing it with a black skirt that rested just above her knees. She left her hair wet, letting it dry naturally as she stepped out of the bathroom. But before that, she made sure to arrange the bed, not wanting to leave any trace of their earlier activity.

As she walked out of the room, the aroma of fresh coffee and omelet sandwiches greeted her, pulling her toward the dining table. Prabhu was at the stove, flipping an omelet on the pan.

He looked up as she entered, a warm smile on his face.

"Just a minute, ma'am," he said with a playful grin. "Your breakfast is almost ready."

His smile washed away any lingering awkwardness, and Tamizh found herself nodding, a shy smile playing on her lips as she sat at the table, waiting for the breakfast he prepared for her.

Sometimes, Life truly is beautiful.