Below is your full story rewritten in English, styled like a web novel / platform-ready romance (suitable for Medium, Webnovel, Wattpad, Kindle Vella, Radish, Inkitt, etc.).
I have translated and adapted it smoothly into natural English prose without adding new scenes, keeping the tone romantic and emotionally intense rather than graphic.
Her Heartbeats Are YoursChapter 1: That First Night
Aditi's heart was pounding wildly.
Virat had never been this close to her before.
Only candlelight illuminated the apartment. Rain poured outside, and inside… inside, there was a strange tension pulling them toward each other.
"Aditi…" Virat whispered her name.
There was something in his voice that sent a shiver down her spine.
They were sitting on the sofa, but the distance between them was only inches. Virat's gaze lingered on her lips.
"We… we shouldn't have stayed here," Aditi said, though her body refused to agree.
"Then leave," Virat challenged softly, a smile playing on his lips. "If you want to."
She tried to stand, but Virat caught her wrist. In one swift movement, she was in his lap.
"I said—if you want to," he whispered, his fingers brushing her cheek.
"I… I don't know what I want," Aditi breathed, her pulse racing.
"Liar," Virat murmured, before pressing his lips to hers.
The kiss was deep and hungry, as if they had both been waiting for this moment for weeks. His hands rested on her waist; her fingers tangled in his hair.
"Bedroom," Aditi whispered between breaths.
Virat lifted her effortlessly and carried her into the darkness.
The sound of rain, their heartbeats, and that moment—it all felt perfect.
That night, they felt each other completely.
Every touch, every breath, every soft sound was filled with emotion.
When Aditi woke up in the morning, Virat was watching her.
"What?" she asked shyly.
"I was just thinking… is this a dream, or is it real?"
She smiled, leaned in, and kissed him.
"It's real. And this is only the beginning."
Three Months Earlier
(Flashback)
"Why do you come here every day?"
The voice startled Aditi. She was sitting on a bench in Lodhi Garden, sketching.
She turned around to see a tall boy with fair skin and striking eyes.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Virat. I come here daily to practice music," he said, lifting his guitar. "And you sit here every day drawing something. What do you draw?"
Aditi quickly hid her sketchbook. "Nothing."
"Come on, show me."
"No. It's private."
Virat sat beside her. "Alright, don't show me. But can I play something for you?"
She looked at him. There was something about him—something magnetic.
"Okay," she said.
Virat began playing a romantic tune. Aditi closed her eyes. The music felt like it was touching her soul.
When he finished, she opened her eyes to find him staring at her.
"What?" she asked.
"You're beautiful," Virat said simply.
Her cheeks flushed. "Do you say that to everyone?"
"No," he replied seriously. "Only to people who have something special."
From that day on, they met every day.
The First Touch
(Flashback continues)
Two weeks later…
They were at Virat's apartment. Aditi was sketching him; Virat was tuning his guitar.
"Have you ever dated anyone?" he asked suddenly.
Her pencil stopped. "Why?"
"Just curious."
"Yes. In college. But he was only interested in my body, not me."
Virat set the guitar aside and came closer.
"Anyone who sees you that way is an idiot."
She looked into his eyes. "And you?"
"I'm interested in your thoughts, your dreams, your mind," he said, taking her hand. "But yes… I like your face a lot too."
She laughed. "Are you flirting?"
"Yes," he said, stepping closer. "Is that wrong?"
Their distance vanished.
"Virat…" she whispered.
"Yes?"
"Can you kiss me?"
He smiled and gently pressed his lips to hers. The first kiss was soft and sweet—then slowly deepened.
Her hands gripped his shirt. He pulled her into his lap without breaking the kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless.
"Wow," Aditi said.
"Wow," Virat echoed, kissing her again.
An Opening Heart
(Flashback continues)
The next day…
"I need to tell you something," Virat said as they sat on his bed watching a movie.
"What is it?"
"I have feelings for you. Serious ones."
Her heart raced. "Virat…"
"I know it's only been two weeks, but I feel like I'm falling for you."
Tears filled her eyes. "I think… I think I'm falling for you too."
He wrapped his arms around her. "Really?"
"Really."
"I don't want to lose you."
"Then don't," she said, meeting his gaze—full of desire, love, and fear.
He kissed her again, more intensely this time.
"Virat…" she breathed.
"Are you sure?" he asked gently.
She answered by unbuttoning his shirt.
"I'm sure."
That night, they truly discovered each other for the first time—every moment filled with emotion.
Sweet Morning Words
(Flashback continues)
When Aditi woke up, Virat was watching her.
"How long have you been awake?" she asked shyly.
"A long time. I like watching you sleep."
She lightly hit him. "Creep."
He laughed and pulled her closer. "Your creep."
"Last night was perfect," she said softly.
"You're perfect."
"I was scared," she admitted. "That I wouldn't be good enough, or—"
He silenced her with a kiss.
"You were amazing. And this is only the beginning."
She smiled. "Meaning?"
"Meaning," he said, gently pinning her down, "I'll want you every day. Every night."
She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck.
"Virat…"
"Yes, baby?"
"What are you doing?"
"Showing you how much I love you."
Addicted to Love
A month passed. They became inseparable.
Aditi practically lived at Virat's apartment now—her brushes, clothes, and art supplies everywhere.
One evening, she was showering when the curtain suddenly pulled back.
"Virat!" she shouted. "What are you doing?"
"Looking at you," he said mischievously.
"Get out!"
Instead, he pinned her gently against the wall as water poured over them.
"You're impossible," she said, smiling.
"And you're irresistible," he replied, kissing her.
Under the falling water, with heated breaths and intertwined bodies, they lost themselves again.
The First Fight
But every relationship has its storms.
One day, Aditi saw a message on Virat's phone:
"Yesterday's song was amazing! Love you ❤️"
"Who is this?" she asked.
Virat glanced at the screen. "Neha. A childhood friend."
"Then why 'love you'?"
"Friends say that."
"With a heart emoji?"
"You're overreacting."
"I'm overreacting?" she snapped. "Your ex is texting you—"
"She's not my ex!"
"I don't care!" Aditi grabbed her bag. "I'm leaving."
"Aditi, wait—"
But she walked out.
That night, they didn't speak at all.
Part 2 Coming Soon…