उन से हाल-ऎ-दिल कभी
औऱ वो समझे नही य़े
खामोशी क्य़ा चीज है
Above lines, aptly describes the feelings of Arnav Singh Raizada. Being an emotionally handicap person, he is unable to express his sentiments and feelings fluidly to Khushi and she never comprehends what lies behind his silence!
This female has it all.
The thought struck him seeing Khushi ready to take part in their
night affair. He had been with innumerable women who had tried to
seduce him in every possible manner but the feeling was never like
this before.
She never needed any
supplements to attract him or to seduce him. It came so natural to
her like leaves come to trees. With Khushi around he felt
complete and not to mention the liveliness she brought in his so dark
life.
Sometimes, he would loosen
his tie and sit back on his plush office chair and his thoughts would
center around Khushi.
Marrying her was one thing
that comforted him. No, it was not for anyone's sake, it was purely
out of jealousy that he married her. How could he ever see her in
somebody else's arms! He couldn't let that happen. But he had to
build that facade to hate her for he can't let his pride go off so
easily.
There were times when his
pride came crashing down and he stooped at her feet, begging her
literally to love him. Only if she could comprehend his emotions ,
his feelings.
It's true that he is
emotionally handicap and can't express his emotions and feelings well
but then Khushi should have come forward to his rescue.
Being with her in his
house, his room, sharing his intimate things always brought a kind of
joy!
There was no remorse,
repentance yes! And like, every dark cloud has a silver lining, he
too had a hope that things would go right and she will understand
him.
He wanted to worship her,
to give her the pleasures which she had never imagined, to be her slave.
He was hers, all hers, for today, tomorrow and always!
Her presence always
electrified him as if his thought process stopped, the only thing
then left was her. Everything else became oblivious.
In the mornings when she
would come out of her shower with wet hair, how his fingers itched to
grab her, her wet hair would strike his face and he would inhale the
scent.
What was it? Jasmine or
Lily.
Oh, whatever!
It was enough to shoot up
his testosterone.
His slightest touch on her
neck and little further down would make her moan and he would feel
excited at her femininity.
Yes, he felt victorious as
if he had conquered some war. He made her yearn for him and it always
brought a sense of contentment.
He remembered the night
fondly when it happened for the first time. She was wearing a red chiffon sari with a low neck choli that exposed more of
her midriff than anyone was normally privileged to see. He had to admit that he was completely bowled over by her beauty. She looked divine!
It was a family function.
She came to the room to get hold of something after having held his
heart. Seeing her in that attire had done the desired work on him. He
went behind her and pulled the dori. It was so unexpected for her
that she stood there startled.
How could a girl be so
innocent! Does she not know her effect on him?
She then turned around to
see him give her the most heartwarming look. The look that told he
wanted to just keep looking at her till the times end.
He tried to held her back
but she shoved him off. He just picked her up, carried on his
shoulders and gently lay her on the bed. It was like the time had
stopped entirely for the two of them. His hands moved aside the
strands of her hair and her eyes closed at his gentle touch.
Something that she had wanted for so long, something that she craved
for so long. He slowly slid right after her. It was coming so
naturally that neither of them felt this as an act of adultery.
Then he closed the
distance between the two, feeling her bare waist, heating her from
within and then those beautiful lips which he loved so much ran over
hers. Initially she remained quite not really wanting to give off
this pleasure.
But when she came to her
senses, suddenly she sat upright jerked by the raw touch. She tried
with all her might to get away from him but the tight grip of his
hands didn't allow her to move even an inch away.
Thoroughly exasperated by
her efforts of withdrawal, he pulled himself back but was startled to
see her pulling him back.
She is so unpredictable!
Her lips parted on her own
as her face flushed, something that she felt only around him. For a
moment she wanted to lose herself, to free herself of all the
tyrannies, to just be with him and to have him.
She grazed his lips,
letting herself explore his mouth, letting his hands to feel her
skin, letting him to touch her wherever he wanted, letting her hands
to pull his hairs and letting herself have the utmost pleasure.
He kissed her again, this
time it trailed further down her neck and then on to her chest.
He went mad with desire,
the desire to explore her, to feel her, to touch her and to be
touched by him. Finding her completely aroused, he undressed her and
she helped him with his clothes,
How he loved when she
moaned his name underneath him and he gently pushed himself into her. Could he ever forget that marvelous moment when then they cried out each others name in
pain and in pleasure!
There they lay by each
others side in their natural best completely relaxed, smiling,and
euphoric. Yes, it was an euphoria that struck the two of them. They
were destined to be soul-mates and Arnav fondly remembered how they
materialized their platonic relationship. Yes...that was the night!
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