As the night deepened, Anshuman pulled Abhira closer, his cock still semi-hard against her. Without preamble, he began to stroke her again, his hand moving down to her wet folds. Abhira's body responded almost immediately, her hips pushing back against his hand. She could feel his arousal growing, his cock lengthening and thickening as he touched her. She rolled over, straddling him, her eyes searching his for permission.

Anshuman's eyes were filled with a fierce hunger, but he nodded, his hands moving to her waist to help her position herself. Slowly, Abhira lowered herself onto him, feeling him fill her up once more. The sensation was exquisite, and she couldn't help but moan as she took him in completely. His eyes never left hers as she began to move, her hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm that had him groaning with pleasure.

Their bodies moved together in a silent symphony of love and lust. Abhira's breasts bobbed with each movement, the tips tight and sensitive. Anshuman's hands found them, kneading and pinching gently, sending waves of pleasure through her. She leaned back, her hair fanning out around them, and rode him with an intensity that was almost feral. The room was filled with the sound of their lovemaking, the slap of skin against skin and their mingled moans.

Abhira felt as if she was reclaiming a part of herself that had been lost, a piece of her soul that had been buried under the weight of her failed marriage. Anshuman's love was like a phoenix rising from the ashes, burning away the last vestiges of her pain. He was her salvation, her knight in shining armor, and she knew she would never let him go.

As they moved together, their eyes remained locked, the intensity of their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. Anshuman's thumb found her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that had her panting and gasping for breath. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building in a crescendo that seemed to have no end. Abhira could feel anshuman thick cock pulsing within her, the veins standing out on his neck as he held back, waiting for her to come again.

With a final, desperate thrust, she did. Abhira screamed out her release, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Anshuman followed suit, his hips bucking up to meet hers as he came deep inside her. They clung to each other, their bodies shaking with the power of their shared climax.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, their hearts beating in time, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. Then, with a sigh of contentment, Anshuman rolled them over, keeping himself inside her as he pulled the covers up over their sweat-slicked bodies. He kissed abhira forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and finally, her lips. "You're so beautiful abhira, I want to love you and cherish you for my whole life" he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Abhira felt a warm blush spread over her cheeks, a blend of embarrassment and happiness. She had never felt this desired, this cherished, by any man before. "What do we do now?" she asked, her voice small and unsure.

Anshuman's smile was gentle, his eyes filled with understanding. "I will help you heal," he whispered, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. "We will move forward together."

Their bodies remained entwined, the warmth of their union a stark contrast to the chill outside. Anshuman's hand never left her skin, his fingers tracing random patterns that sent shivers of pleasure through her. Abhira felt a weight lifting, a burden she hadn't realized she'd been carrying for so long. Her eyes searched his, looking for reassurance, for the truth in his words.

"I want to," Abhira said softly, her voice filled with hope. "But I'm scared."

Anshuman leaned in, his nose brushing against hers. "I know you are," he said, his voice soothing. "But you don't have to be. I'll be with you every step of the way."

They lay there in silence for a few more moments, their hearts beating in sync with the quiet night outside. The candles had burned down to nothing but pools of wax, leaving the room in a soft, comforting darkness. Abhira felt a sense of peace that she hadn't felt in a very long time. She knew that she had made the right decision coming to Mount Abu, not to confront Armaan, but to find closure and move on.

Anshuman's hand continued to caress her, his gentle touch speaking volumes without the need for words. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, his breath warm against her skin. "Get some rest," he murmured. "Tomorrow is a new day."

Abhira nodded, her eyes already drooping with exhaustion. She felt the warmth of Anshuman's body as he curled around her, his arm draped protectively over her waist. As she drifted off to sleep, she realized that she had not felt this safe, this cherished, in a very long time. The anger and bitterness that had consumed her for so long had been replaced by something new, something she hadn't allowed herself to feel in years-hope.

The next morning, the sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Anshuman was already awake, his eyes watching abhira as she stirred. The gentle touch of his hand on her bare shoulder brought a shiver of pleasure that traveled all the way down to her toes. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, before whispering, "Good morning, Abhira."

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his, and she couldn't help but smile at the affection in his gaze. "Morning," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

They lay there for a few more moments, the early morning light playing over their intertwined bodies. Anshuman's hand was still on her shoulder, his thumb idly drawing circles. Abhira felt the warmth of his skin, the solidity of his presence, and she knew she had made the right decision. He had been her rock through the storm, her beacon in the dark, and now, as she faced the dawn of a new day, she was ready to step into the light with him by her side.

With a deep breath, Abhira sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist. Anshuman watched her, his expression a mix of concern and desire. "What are you thinking?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

Abhira took a moment to gather her thoughts. "I'm thinking," she began, her voice still a bit shaky, "that I need to let go of the past. It's been holding me back for too long."

Anshuman nodded, his hand moving up to cup her cheek. "You're strong," he said, his voice filled with belief. "Stronger than you know."

Abhira took a deep breath, feeling the truth of his words resonate within her. "Thank you," she whispered, leaning into his touch. "I want to start fresh, with you."

Anshuman's smile grew, a hint of relief in his eyes. "I'll be here," he promised, his thumb brushing her lower lip. "Always."

They spent the morning in a lazy embrace, their bodies tangled together, the soft whispers of their shared secrets and hopes for the future filling the quiet space between them. The past had left its scars, but Anshuman's love was a salve that had begun to heal her broken heart. Abhira felt a newfound strength within herself, a determination to not just survive, but to thrive.

As the sun reached its zenith, casting a warm glow over the resort, they decided to explore the town of Mount Abu. Hand in hand, they wandered through the bustling marketplace, the vibrant colors of the fabrics and the tantalizing aromas of the street food stalls a stark contrast to the stark reality of the night before. Anshuman was her shield, protecting her from the curious glances and whispers that still lingered in her mind, a reminder of her past.

The cool mountain air seemed to hold the promise of a new beginning as they stumbled upon a small, quaint cafe nestled in an alleyway. They sat outside, sipping on steaming cups of chai, the warmth of the liquid seeping into their bones and bringing a gentle flush to their cheeks. The conversation flowed easily between them, a dance of shared experiences and future dreams that had them both smiling and laughing, the heaviness of the previous night slowly dissipating.