Part 3 ¬ What if Aryan and Imlie both got drunk? Matured

Part 3 ¬ What if Aryan and Imlie both got drunk?

Patterns swirled around them as they stumbled into each other. All the colours around them, unseparated, like a kaleidoscope. There wasn’t a colour that wasn’t blending into another. It was like someone had taken away the boundaries that separated them.

Aryan watched as Imlie smiled, looking at what only they could see. She looked so pretty like this. So relaxed. So burdenless. He wanted to just take her in his arms and hug her and protect her from the world they lived in.

He looked forward as Imlie pointed at the blast of colours in the sky, mesmerised by the wonder on her face, and following her lead on the one thing he could.

Imlie watched as Aryan smiled as he looked at her. His face, usually having just one of those three expressions, fury, smug and expressionless, lighting up as he saw the world she was looking at, right beside her, and all she wanted was for his smile to stay forever.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, resting, just for a moment, safe in his embrace, when she felt his head fall on her, leaning on her for support for a change.

Aryan and Imlie didn’t care how they had gotten here. 

Aryan knew he had had a couple of glasses of Thandaai and suddenly, he was out of control, and if he was out of control already, he might as well look around for the one woman that made him lose all control. He wanted to show her how his world had been before he had changed his path. The colours that were blending into his vision were something he only experienced when he was with her. So, now that he could finally see them without her, he wanted to show them to her too.

Imlie knew she had had a couple of glasses of Thandaai and suddenly, she was out of control, and she began looking around for the one man who gave it to her without questions. Her vision was desperate to find him, because suddenly, everything was so clear to her. It’s like a pair of glasses had been placed in front of her eyes, and her blurred world was high defination again. She wanted to share it with him. She never had before, because usually, he was the metaphorical glasses in her life.

And as he found her, he smiled at her, because she was smiling at him, and just for a moment, both their worlds were perfect.

She grabbed his hand, walking towards a place not swarmed with people. He followed her, wanting to see what she had in mind.

They found a quiet place, just behind the table with all the packets of colours on one side, and all sweets packed on the other side. There was a curtain behind the table. It was clearly the place where people had to come less, as this was clearly the stock of all the things for Holi.

Aryan watched as Imlie took a Gujiya out of the packet and sat down on the ground, her legs in front of her. He took a packet of Gulaal from the bunch and sat down right beside her. On the other side of the curtain. Apart from all the chaos that was that party.

That’s how they found themselves now, on the ground, her head on his shoulder, his on her’s.

She nibbled away at the Gujiya in her hand, and he watched, strangely reminded of that time they had stopped in the hut outside Pagdandiya. She asked him, suddenly, “Kaa sochat ho?(What are you thinking?)”

Aryan chuckled, pulling back from her, looking into her eyes, he answered, “Last time, jab hum aise the. I was so stubborn. And this time, tum nahi maan rahi.(Last time, when we were like this. I was so stubborn. This time, it’s you being stubborn.)”

Imlie smiled, “Tum mana liye ho na humka.(You have made me agree, have you not?)”

Aryan chuckled again, this time bitterly, “Kaha? Kab? Kaise? Tum nafrat karti ho mujhse Imlie.(Where? When? How? Imlie, you hate me.)”

Imli looked at his forlorn expression, and her heart broke for him, and she reassured him, “Naahi, hum toka naahi hum uu Aryan Singh Rathore se nafrat kare hai jon humse byaah karat hai.(No, I don’t hate you. I hate the Aryan Singh Rathore I’m getting married to.)”

Aryan shook his head, disagreeing with her, “Woh Aryan Singh Rathore main hi hoon Imlie.(I am that Aryan Singh Rathore Imlie.)”

Imlie chuckled bitterly this time, and repeated, “Naahi, tum uu Aryan naahi ho. Humar dost, humar 50-50 partner, humar margdarshak—(Nope, you aren’t that Aryan. My friend, my 50-50 partner, my path-finder—)”

Aryan interrupted her, “Shubhchintak?(Well Wisher?)”

Imlie smiled at him, nodding cutely.

A giggle escaped him, shocking the both of them, and Imlie’s eyes widened in question, “But mujhe nahi banna yeh sab.(But I don’t want to be all of this.)”

Imlie was even more confused. She leaned forward, beckoning him closer with her fingers, she asked, “Toh kaa chaahi toka?(So what do you want?)”

Aryan looked at her, and repeated what he had once confessed to her when sober, “Tum!(You!)”

Imlie laughed again, “Mazaak naahi karo Akkad Bagge. Hum kissi ka naa chaahi hai.(Stop kidding Akkad Bagge. Nobody wants me.)”

Aryan leaned forward, pulling her closer to him too, and assured her, “I do.”

Imlie’s eyes found his, the truth and the sincerity astonishing her. She has been looking at him, in hope of getting her Aryan back, the Aryan that she knew, and she had forgotten that he was the same. She was the one that had changed. She was the one that was suddenly back to her old traits. She was the one forgetting herself.

But was he really the same Aryan? Was how she knew him just a mellow version of the real him? How was she to reconcile the Aryan that she knew before, to the Aryan she was seeing now?

It was easy. He still saved her. He still cared for her. He still indulged in her stupidity. He still asked about what she wanted to do in her life. He still looked at her with eyes that always spoke when he couldn’t.

Aryan saw as a multitude of emotions passed through her face. Despite changing so much, she was still the same. Her face still was an open book for him. He could read what went around in her head as well as he could read his own mind. He knew she was falling weak in the face of Aditya’s emotional blackmail. He knew she was just one step away from being manipulated by that man.

So he pulled her in his own direction to make her stay away from her own destruction.

But he lit a fire of hate within her with the way he did it. How could she hate him? How was he to find the Imlie he wanted beneath this Imlie she was becoming.

It was easy. She still was prone to giving long lectures. She still cared about the people around her. She still fought every challenge he threw at her. She still fought to win, and she grew even more determined every time she lost.

So they were looking for the person they wanted the other to be when they still were the same person. And because they refused to see this, they were hurting each other.

Aryan watched as Imlie’s eyes moved around his face, stopping at his lips and he followed her motion and looked over her face, from her eyelashes to her little button nose, from the frown between her eyebrows, to her rosy cheeks, he looked all over her before his eyes found her lips too.

Just as they were moving closer to each other, there was a splash of water behind him. And he felt his back turn wet. He looked as her eyes shifted from him to behind him and the frown that took over her face was so cute, he almost forgave the person that interrupted them.

Well, until he heard the screech from behind him, and he just closed his eyes in annoyance.

Baby Doll yelled again, “Ary Baby!” and he was absolutely done.

Imlie watched as Aryan was annoyed, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She was irritated with this Masi-Bhanji Duo enough, they couldn’t be annoying her ABP now, could they?

So she quickly got up, swaying a little bit, and was caught by Aryan when her sway turned to a stumble. She turned to smile at him. Thankful. He smiled back at her.

Haa! Take it you Doll, he smiled at her. Only at her.

She giggled as she moved forward, “DollJi!!! Dekho hum jaanat hai ki aap ee ki pooja karat hai, par ee tohar Ary Baby naahi hai.(DollJi!!! I know that you worship him, but he is not your Ary Baby.)”

Baby Doll scoffed, moving towards her, and asked, “Oh? Toh ab tum mujhe baatogi ki Ary Baby ab kya hai?(Oh? So now you’ll tell me what Ary Baby is?)”

Before she could answer however, he was just behind her, “No BD!  Main kahunga ki main tumhara Ary Baby nahi hun, and you will move away from us. Simple.(No BD! I’m saying that I’m not your Ary Baby, and you will move away from us. Simple.)”

Baby Doll scrunched up her face, moving towards Aryan, when Imlie stood between them, a long Shhh leaving her lips as she pointed a finger at her. Moving her finger, she indicated, “Peeche hato! Peeche hato! Sharam naahi aawat hai, humar Aryan pe nazar daali?(Move back! Stay away! Don’t you have any shame, putting your eyes on my Aryan?)”

Aryan choked as he heard her say ‘My Aryan’, and he knew they would be just fine. Smirking at her words, he ignored BD’s screech at Imlie’s dialogue.

He chuckled once again, but then he hissed, his wet back burning him.

He watched as Imlie turned around immediately, her eyes filled with worry, which would’ve delighted him had his back not been burning.

She moved to turn him around and hissed, just like he had a moment ago.

Imlie could smell the chemical from the colour that was on his back. Worried for him more than angry at Baby Doll for getting such colours, she glared at her and pushed Aryan inside the house, ignoring the continued screeches behind her.

She had to get him out of these clothes, and soothe his back so that it wasn’t burning anymore.

When they were inside the room, she first took off the Dupatta he had on, unbuttoned the buttons on his Kurta, grabbing its sides, she took it off. Liquid courage, making her unable to see what she was doing, and how she was doing it.

Aryan watched on as she took off his Kurta, unaware of how she was erasing the space that was created between them. He watched as she didn’t stop at the Kurta, how her next target was his vest, and he couldn’t wait for her to realise what she was doing.

Imlie took off his vest, and was met with his bare chest.

She realised what she was doing once his clothes were off. She quickly moved away from him, and said, “Jaa ke pani ke neeche khade ho jaao. Uu rang acha naahi rahe.(Go stand beneath the water. That colour is not good.)”

And Aryan didn’t care, his back isn't burning anymore. Instead, all his body was on fire.

He knew he had put that packet of Gulaal in the pocket of his Kurta, and while she was turned away from him, he leaned down to grab it and open it, pouring the colour in his hands.

He moved closer to her, her bare back in his direct line of sight, and he pushed himself against her, his bare chest meeting her bare back. He heard her inhale, and he watched on, his height allowing him to see her breast rise with her inhale, and stay that way when she couldn’t breathe again.

One of his hands, covered in Gulaal, found her neck, covering her with it, leaving his mark on her neck, sliding it down to the neckline of her dress. His other hand, found one of her hands, and grabbed it. 

Her exhale caused her to move again, and Aryan turned her around, unable to stop himself from looking at her anymore. His hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him, and his other hand brought her hand up to cup his jaw, involuntarily making her put colour on him.

Imlie watched as his eyes closed when her hand cupped his jaw, while his other hand played with the hair at the back of her neck. She couldn’t believe that there were actual butterflies in her stomach, and they were vibrating, making her shudder more and more at his touch.

Aryan watched as she looked up at him, her eyes blown in desire, and he was sure his eyes revealed the same desire that he could see in hers. Looking at her, them, now, in this moment, lost in each other, not yet in love, but falling every moment, he didn’t want to ruin this.

He wanted to savour this. Whatever this was, this raw feeling that governed his thoughts just then, he wanted to give in to it.

Imlie watched as his expressive eyes asked her for permission. She wasn’t sure what permission he required at that moment, but she granted it. She granted him the permission.

And that was enough. Both his hands cupped her cheeks, and he leaned down, and his lips met hers.

The blast of colours as her eyes closed when their lips met was something she didn’t know to expect.

Aryan kissed her, chapped, but at the same time, soft lips. Like she had bit them all day. Tortured them as all the challenges she faced came to head. He wasn’t fast, it was a mere touching of lips, his against hers, soft and sweet.

He didn’t expect her to deepen the kiss. He didn't expect her to cup his jaw with both her hands and push forward. He didn’t expect her to bite his lower lip, making him gasp and letting her lower lip settle between his own.

Imlie knew when she heard his gasp that she had surprised him, but he surprised her further when he sucked on her lower lip, biting it when she lost her ability to think. A shiver went through her, and his tongue entered her mouth, battling her into dominance. She lost again.

She seemed to do that a lot when he was the one against her.

Aryan Singh Rathore.

Aryan knew he had won when he was allowed entry into her mouth, but he didn’t stop at that. No, this was just the beginning.

He moved his hands from her cheeks to her neck, gliding them down the side of her body, brushing against the side of her breasts, one of his hands gliding directly down to her waist, while the other found an obstacle.

Her Dupatta, matching his. He stopped for a moment, out of breath, leaning his forehead against hers, looking at the eyelashes of her closed eyes. He eventually turned his gaze away from her face, and unpinned her Dupatta from her shoulder and let it fall to her arm.

Imlie’s eyes opened when she felt her Dupatta being unpinned and falling to her elbow. She looked on as he grabbed the Dupatta and threw it away, once and for all. It was strange that she felt as naked as he was without her Dupatta, when she knew he was far more vulnerable right now.

She slid her hands down from his jaw, to his neck, her little hands covering his thick neck, and she pulled him down again, to kiss her.

Aryan was gone the moment she pulled him towards her. He kissed her once again, not wanting to let her go at all. Then he felt her hands slide down from his neck, slowly. Her fingers exploring, he shivered when her nails scraped against his nipples, and lost his shit when she soothed it with her soft fingers. 

His mouth opened to welcome hers and her fingers tickled his abdomen. Her little fingers were causing havoc on his body and all he could do was take it.

Or maybe not.

Imlie paused her ministrations when his hands, resting at her waist one moment, leaned down to the back of her thighs and picked her up, making her cover his waist with her legs as she felt her back pushed against the wall behind her. It all happened so fast, that she was out of it by the time his mouth was back on her and his kiss was even more powerful.

His teeth bit her lips and his hands found her ass, staying there as he continued to attack her mouth.

Aryan knew he had stunned her, he knew that having his hands on her ass was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he wasn’t to do anything but enjoy it. He clenched his fingers around her ass, and the moan that escaped her was a thing of beauty.

One he had only imagined in his dreams.

But she has never backed down from a challenge now, has she?

So he wasn’t surprised when her hands went back to his shoulders as she balanced herself. But what did surprise him was what came after.

She thrust against him.

All the layers of the clothes between them suddenly didn’t matter, because once Imlie started, he couldn’t stop himself. He groaned, and mostly involuntarily, thrust back.

It was like his body had lost all control.

Imlie was bothered with the amount of power his single thrust had over her. In a bid to regain power, she repeated her motion, only for a moan to escape her when he mirrored her actions again.

Aryan couldn’t believe this was happening.

Here they were, in the house where the man he hated the most, with the ex-wife of the same man, drunk beyond belief, and dry humping her.

He shook his head. No. Here they were, in a party in honour of their marriage, all the guests outside this room, while he dry humped his fake-wife—fiance—Imlie.

Almost as if there was someone listening to his thoughts, the room’s door burst open, and there stood his sister.

He almost ignored his sister and continued to hold Imlie, but the way Imlie turned to look at the door, his sister and him, he knew they had to stop.

Drunk or not, Imlie needed to have fun for them to continue this.

A burst of laughter left Arpita and they both turned to look at her.

Aryan glared at her, while Imlie blushed.

Arpita just laughed again, and asked, “Ho gaya?(You done?)”

Aryan, still not in his senses, “Agar aap nahi aati, toh ho jaata.(We would’ve been done had you not come.)”

Imlie hit him on the shoulder and he looked into her eyes, scolding her. She was into it too. He wasn’t alone in it.

Arpita chuckled at them, and then turned back to the door, “Hosh mein aa jao dono. I’ll make sure no one finds you.(Come to your senses, both of you. I’ll make sure no one finds you.)”

But the thing was, Imlie realised, she didn’t want to come back to her senses. Her senses rarely made sense, whereas now, in this moment, when the needs of her bodies ruled her, she could make every bit of sense of her actions.

But Aryan, Aryan knew this wasn’t the right way. They were both under influence, and anything they did, would come to bite them back in their asses. 

He was already blaming himself for the decisions he was making when he was in his senses, he didn’t want blame for the actions he made when not in his senses too.

So he let her go, let her stand on her feet, and moved away from her.

Imlie’s stomach dropped as he moved away from her. She already missed his touch.

But it was the right thing to do.

She didn’t want their first ever moment to be under the influence of anything.

She wanted them both sane, in senses, when they finally indulged in what this fire evoked between them.