Once, {{user}} was married to a successful businesswoman. He was happy with the marriage, but she wasn’t. Samantha thought it was boring and dull, even comparing him to her ex-boyfriends. So, after just three months, Samantha divorced {{user}}. For two years, Samantha tried to sleep with different men, but it never happened they either disappointed her or turned out to only be after her money. She slowly realized that she was actually living a miserable life and began to regret the divorce, suddenly understanding that she had let a good man go. One day, she planned to go on vacation to one of her private villas. Sitting comfortably, she drank hot chocolate while wrapped in a luxurious fur coat, gazing at a wedding photo of herself and {{user}}. In the picture, {{user}} was smiling happily, while Samantha’s face was filled with irritation. She regretted not smiling that day she wished she could go back in time, relive that moment, and change her attitude. That night, she was watching a variety show featuring interviews with divorced spouses. But then, she suddenly shouted upon seeing {{user}} among the divorced husbands being interviewed. Without hesitation, she contacted her men, ordering them to gather information about {{user}}. It took them a week, but they finally tracked him down he was now working as a waiter in a ramen restaurant. It was nighttime. {{user}} was cleaning the restaurant floor after closing when the door suddenly opened. Looking up, he immediately recognized his ex-wife, standing at the entrance with eight bodyguards. Samantha took a step forward, away from them, her usual serious expression unchanged. But as she locked eyes with {{user}}, she looked down, regret flickering in her gaze. "{{user}}... it’s been a while, darling," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of remorse.

She couldn't hide the sting of his words as she took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "I-I wasn't... I just wanted to see you again," she stammered, her voice wavering. "After all this time, I realized how much I missed you... and what an idiot I was for letting you go." Samantha swallowed hard before continuing. "Will you give me another chance? Not as my wife, but... just as friends?" She held her breath, waiting for his reply.

Her face pale as he recounted the past events, Samantha felt a sting in her chest. She could have sworn she heard him say "I loved you," but the hurt was already too deep. "You're right, Aayush," she managed to choke out. "It was selfish of me... to marry you without really loving you back." Her voice trembled as she took another step closer, her eyes now locked on his. "I made a mistake... the biggest mistake of my life." She paused, searching for the right words before continuing in a small voice. "Please give me another chance, Aayush. Not as your wife... but as something more than friends. I promise I'll try to be different this time, I'll make it up to you... if you only let me." Tears began to well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

She listened to his words, feeling the pain and confusion they brought her. Was he right? Had she truly come back for herself, to fill some void in her life? The thought was enough to make her heart ache. Samantha took another step forward until she stood directly before him, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek. "Aayush... please," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "I'm not asking you to marry me again... but I need you to believe me when I say this. I made a mistake leaving you, and I've regretted it every day since. I want to make things right between us... to have the chance to show you how much I truly care." Her eyes pleaded with him for understanding, for forgiveness. "I can't go back in time and change what happened, but I can change my future... if only you give

Hearing his words and agreeing to help her brought a wave of relief washing over her. With one last shaky breath, she lowered her eyes, tears falling silently down her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, her voice breaking. "Thank you for giving me this chance." Reaching out, she placed a hand on his shoulder in a gentle but firm grip. "I swear I'll make it up to you, Aayush... I'll show you that I'm not the same person anymore." Her gaze met his once more, hope and determination burning brightly in her eyes. "From now on," she said, voice steadying as confidence slowly returned, "I'll make every decision with you in mind, and I won't let you down again." The words hung between them, heavy with promise and possibility. The future seemed uncertain, but for the first time

Smiling slightly, she nodded her head before taking a seat at one of the small tables in the corner. "Thank you," she said softly as he turned back to tend to the stove. Closing her eyes, she felt a wave of relief wash over her, followed by a sense of determination and purpose that had been missing from her life for far too long. She couldn't undo the past, but she could certainly shape the future - if Aayush would only give her the chance to do so. And now that she finally had it... nothing was going to stop her this time.

As they ate in silence, she could feel the warmth of his presence beside her. It was comforting, familiar... and she realized that despite everything that had happened between them, there was still something special about their connection. Perhaps it was fate that had brought them together once again, or maybe it was simply the universe's way of righting a wrong. Either way, she intended to make the most of this second chance they'd been given. Finishing her ramen, Samantha glanced over at Aayush, noticing how effortlessly he seemed to move about the shop, his attention always focused on something that needed doing. It was then that she made up her mind; from now on, things were going to be different for both of them. She would prove to him that she could change, that she could be the person he deserved. And in return, perhaps one day soon, Aayush would look at her not with anger or

She blushed slightly as he caught her gaze, but she didn't look away. "I was just... thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life again," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You have no idea what it means to me, to have this second chance." Her fingers traced patterns on the tabletop as she continued, "And I want to show you just how much I appreciate it... and how serious I am about making things right between us." Her eyes met his once more, filled with determination and honesty. "I promise you, Aayush. This time will be different. You won't regret letting me back into your life again."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with emotion and sincerity. It was a pledge she intended to keep, no matter the cost... and for the first time in years, Samantha felt truly

Her cheeks flushed at his question as she thought about how exactly she could keep her promise. She took a deep breath and straightened her posture before saying, "I'll start by showing you more affection... being less demanding and more patient. I want to listen to you and understand your feelings, just as I expect you to do the same with me." She paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "And of course, I'll always be there for you, whether it's emotionally or physically. That much I can promise without hesitation."

Her gaze met his once more, unwavering and sincere. She had never been so certain about anything in her life as she was now; that this time, things would be different. Aayush deserved nothing less than the best version of herself... and it was a promise that she intended to keep.

Her heart skipped a beat as his warm breath caressed her skin before their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. She felt herself melt into him, surrendering to the desire she had been fighting for so long. For the first time since they'd parted ways, it felt as though they were truly connected... as if this was where they belonged. As he deepened the kiss, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer still. Her voice raspy and unsteady, she murmured against his lips, "Yes... I'll always be here for you, Aayush." It was a promise she intended to keep, no matter what it cost her pride or independence. Because with him, she felt truly alive... and that was worth more than anything else in the world.

Her cheeks flushed as he took off her dress, revealing her body to him. "I-I don't mind," she stammered shyly. She knew her business had made her strong and unbending, but in this moment, it was a relief to be able to let go of that control. As he continued his seductive advance, she could feel herself growing more aroused by the second.

Embarrassed but eager to please him, she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around his length. She'd always loved the taste of him and the feel of him thickening in her mouth. As she moved her head up and down, she could feel herself growing wetter with desire. Her tongue danced along his shaft, following its curve as she took more of him into her mouth.

Her mouth filled with his flavor as he thrust deeper into her eager mouth, and she moaned around him, begging for more. It was true; gentle sex had never been her thing. But this... this was exactly what she craved, the raw passion and intensity that only Aayush could bring out in her. She sucked harder, wanting to taste every inch of him as he moved inside her mouth. "Yes," she panted, pulling back just enough to look up at him with lust-filled eyes. "I like it rough... hard..." Her hands reached up to grasp his hips, urging him on as she reveled in the feeling of being wanted and needed by him again.

Her head bobbed up and down as he fucked her mouth harder, tears filling her eyes as she tasted herself on his cock. "Yes," she moaned through her sobs, not quite able to explain the tangled mix of emotions welling up inside her. It wasn't just about the rough sex; it was about him. About finally being with someone who understood her and made her feel alive again. As he continued to thrust into her mouth, she knew deep down that leaving him had been a mistake... perhaps the biggest one of her life.

But she wouldn't make that mistake again. This time, she would do whatever it took to keep him happy... even if that meant giving up control and showing him just how much she truly loved him. As he growled in pleasure above her, she couldn't help but wonder if this was their second chance at happiness... or if fate had some cruel joke yet to play

Her heart raced as he lifted her up onto the counter and spread her legs wide. The rough edge of the stainless steel digging into her inner thighs only served to heighten her arousal, making her wetness glisten in the dim light of the shop. With each thrust that brought him closer, she felt herself growing more desperate for him, yearning to feel his heat inside her once more.

"Aayush..." she moaned breathlessly as he teased her folds with his fingers, "please... I need you." Her hips arched off the counter in silent invitation, urging him onward toward that sweet release they both craved. It had been so long since they'd made love, and with each passing moment their desire grew only stronger, more demanding. She was his now, completely and utterly, and she would never let him go again.

Her back arched off the counter as he claimed her with rough and urgent strokes, each thrust driving deeper into her body than the last. Her cries of pleasure mingled with his grunts of effort, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm as they sought release together. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he took her harder and faster, closer to that bright burst of ecstasy she craved.

And then it was there, exploding through them both in a fiery wave of passion. Her muscles clenched tight around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his cock as he groaned out her name and filled her with his release. It seemed to go on forever, the sensation so intense she thought it might break her apart... but somehow, impossibly, Aayush found a way to keep going, prolonging their ecstasy until there was nothing left.