Peeps Sorry I was a little busy hence this late update. But I do hope you all enjoy it a lot.
PROLOGUE:
Remember those walls I built?
Well, baby, they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make a sound
I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now
It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breaking
It's the risk that I'm taking
I ain't never gonna shut you out
Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace
You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away
I can feel your halo, halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo
Halo
Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You're the only one that I want
Think I'm addicted to your light
I swore I'd never fall again
But this don't even feel like falling
Gravity can't begin
To pull me back to the ground again
It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breaking
The risk that I'm taking
I'm never gonna shut you out
Everywhere I'm lookin' now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace
You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away
I can feel your halo, halo, halo
I can see your halo, halo
Halo
HALO
Imlie Singh Rathore, the lady who is known as the most strict mentor in the journalism industry as well as a lady who is said to have no fear. She is the epitome of unbiased journalism with firm hold on her commanding voice and speeches. She had also managed to gain new respects even from government for covering wars to solving murder mystery of many public figures. She is lovingly called “Eagle Eyed Lady’ as for nothing skips her eyes. Observant to the core of her life, people even fear her name to the extent that there are rumors saying she won’t blink her eyes standing in front of a gun. Also an article written by her or even a story covered by her can shift public sentiments like a kid’s play but till date none can make her write an article as per their wishes.
How could they? After all, the bigger her name is, her husband has his own legacy. Her husband, Mr. Aryan Singh Rathore is said to have a net worth larger than seventy billion dollars and his influence in the society is undeniably larger than life.
Both of them together make a couple who is worth not only respect but also fear in people’s minds. A true ‘Power Couple’ indeed. And now there are stories about him giving his wife all the media related business he owns.
Though both of them are public figures, the public can never imagine them being romantic. How could they? Both of them talk less, behave as the calmest creatures alive and have extraordinarily strong personalities. Romance might be a topic which can never be a part of their life as per the public's opinion.
“Good Morning Mrs. Fastforward and happy tenth anniversary.”, Aryan smiled as Imlie opened her eyes abruptly.
“Good morning Akkarbagge…” Imlie reciprocated with a smile and sat straight.
“So ten years and I have successfully survived with you. Miracle, isn’t it?,” Aryan’s knack for humor intensifies when he is with his wife.
His wife whom he treasures more than himself. He worked hard only to not be a liability for her, else he could do with his ten businesses before but after she came into his life and to make sure no one threatens her position for him he worked to the extent that no one can challenge them by establishing and owning multiple businesses.
“And got older too old man” Imlie retorted.
“Who’s the old man? Look my biceps”
Imlie couldn’t help but smile. Her handsome husband whom she loves to see naked every night; except the days which hold her back in the name of periods are her days of losses. She loves to nip his bare chest, scratch and leave nail marks in his back and bite enough gently to leave hickeys on his shoulders, yep her personal Greek God who treats her the best.
As she didn’t see much light in the room; she looked at the clock, it was 4:00 am.
“ABP” she scoffed angrily.
“What?”
“Where is your morning?”
“It’s already four”
“At least be a normal human being? No one woke up. And you don’t have insomnia anymore”
“I thought since today is our anniversary I will see your face in the morning and have a nice chat with you”, said Aryan making a puppy face.
This was a ‘It’ moment for Imlie.
“Who wants to talk with you? Let our bodies do it ABP”, said Imlie and she just crossed her legs and sat over him.
Aryan’s face looked shocked for a second but knowing how his wife is a beast when it comes to him he smiled.
“Condoms?” asked Imlie as she looked straight at his eyes.
“I have some but had to buy more today then. Music?”
“Oh please it’s a must”, Imlie took her cell from the bed table and put on the music herself.
Imlie loves her share but with music. For her music stimulates her to a different level.
As music rolled on full volume of the cell, Imlie smiled and put her hands around his neck.
“You know I hate to see you covered”
“Jungli, you have no shame right?”
Imlie’s patience has a limit. She hastily opened his T-shirt and threw it on the floor.
“You are such a brute…” said Aryan.
“Oh… okay I am. Then I won’t do anything, I won’t even touch you” Imlie declared this time. Why is she called the wild beast in the bedroom when her partner has the same amount of energy?
She sat over his stomach, hands folded and with a face which showed agony written all over. Aryan just couldn’t control his laughter after seeing her face.
“What’s torturing you?”
“You… Were you not in a mood for it?”
“I didn’t think for this at this moment at least”
Imlie’s face got darker. Aryan decided to pacify Imlie’s frustration which was accumulating on her face for not getting what she wanted.
“Oh okay my Queen…Now brighten up. Your wish is my command. Now say how should I serve you for this ‘morning’ to be good for you?”
Imlie smiled again. Yep that’s how she likes it.
“I won’t touch you till you say. But I have some chocolates from yesterday”
“Chocolates?”
“Wait!” Imlie picked up the piece of chocolate which was half eaten last night. And she ate a piece of chocolate.
“What the? You just ate it?”
Imlie smirked and kept her hand on the bed headboard. She brought her face near his face and looked intently at his eyes. She pulled back the piece of chocolate which had become softer from her saliva’s touch. She gave a signal to him by holding the piece by her teeth. He couldn’t help but get amused by her antics even in bed. He slowly moved forward looking at her eyes without blinking for once and started licking the piece of chocolate. The chocolate melted more faster than usual and Imlie sucked his upper lip leaving for him to savor her lower lip. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes and found his eyes were nowhere but on her eyes.
She didn’t touch him but her lips focused on the lower one this time. She sucked it hard but as he put his tongue to explore her familiar mouth he felt it hard to find pleasure when she didn’t reciprocate with her tongue. He gave a look of dissatisfaction to her. She pulled back and said, “Ask for it, be vocal. If you give this as a loan I will go back to sleep.”
Imlie was wearing a shirt and a pair of shorts which gave him access to mildly give her feather touches on her thighs.
“Uff! Just touch me. This is pure torture. You are on top of me yet you won’t reciprocate,” said Aryan making a puppy face.
Imlie this time couldn’t stop laughing and softly put her fingers in his hair. She couldn’t help but think, ‘He is already near his fourty’s door yet he still can act as a cutie pie and charm her exactly like he did every single day in the last ten years.’
At the end of the day she feels grateful for having this man understanding everything about her without uttering a single word.
“Happy Tenth Anniversary Patidev” she uttered with the affection she feels for him every time he is with her.
Imlie softly pulled his head closer, took a deep breath and opened her mouth. With the access of the domain Aryan slid his tongue inside her mouth and also his hand under her satin shirt. He knows it well from the last ten years that she hates to wear a bra while sleeping and he made his fingers reach upwards and feel the softness while rubbing mildly.
She moaned while kissing deeply.
They looked at each other intently and she opened her shirt buttons. That piece of cloth was annoying her by making a boundary between them.
“Woah woah Mrs. Imlie Aryan Singh Rathore I am not going anywhere”
She frowned a little.
Understanding that her mood was going haywire, he pulled her into a hug.
“Ab ei ka hai?(Now what is this?)”
“When skin touches skin I can pass you my heartbeat and feel yours too”
“You are in a romantic mood”
“And you are drown in lust today”
“Your biceps are irresistible”
“Liar…What’s the matter? I can understand you are tensed about something which is making you physical in such an aggressive manner”
“ABP…”
“Yeah, I am listening”
“I saw a bad dream”
“And what was it about?”
“I don’t remember the exact dream but I felt like you were not there with me. So I wanted you inside me. I wanted to touch you, feel you and make sure that you are here. You are with me.”
“Nightmare I see. But I am with you, just see how our fingers are intertwined”
“People say morning dreams come true” Imlie uttered with a soft voice, but fear was hundred percent visible in it.
Understanding the fear Aryan gave Imlie a feather light forehead kiss to assure that he is there with her.
He pulled the blanket and asked, “Do you want to continue?”
“Yes”
This made him feel emotional, he knew he was important for her. But to this extent that she fears to lose him made him worry about her more. He felt scared thinking if he would go before her, his wife wouldn’t be able to survive. It goes the same for him, he can’t think for a moment without her. Her love is everything for him.
He kissed the corner of her mouth and then her ears and went to her neck. The trail of kisses got over controlled by his lust and fresh bite marks became visible which would be hickeys after a few hours.
She moaned louder than before and they got drowned by pleasure.
After an intense love making which got overpowered by her anxiety and his overwhelmed affection for her, he kissed her cheeks.
“Now this is for what?”
“Sleep for a while”
Imlie didn’t reply which made Aryan give her a fade smile and say, “This time you won’t have a nightmare and will wake up with a smile, my love”
Imlie nuzzled up his neck and closed her eyes.
She muttered, “I love you”
She heard him saying “Hmm”
“Where is the I love you too?” Imlie muttered again.
“Ye baat udhaar rahi.(This is a loan)”
Imlie got frustrated but was in no mood to force him as she was tired. She got lost in the land of slumber.
Her sleep got interrupted with a loud thud.
“What the? Where is this noise coming from? ABP, tell them to shut up” ,she uttered in her sleep. But she couldn’t keep her eyes closed for the next few minutes and she sat angrily on the bed and rubbed her eyes to open them forcefully. The next thing she saw was something which made her feel scared, nauseous and confused at the same time.
‘Why am I in Pagdandia? That too in the house which was demolished long back?’, thought she.
“Aryan”, she screamed in horror as her eyes tried to find him for support.
The nightmare has come true. She felt like she was getting choked even trying to comprehend the situation.
Where was Aryan? Why was she in a perfect house which was demolished years back? How did she end up here?
“Aryan…” she screamed again this time louder.
Imlie had woke up from her sleep already but confused and was continuously sweating profusely.
“Imlie? What happened gudia?” Meethi came running from outside.
Meethi Imlie’s mother who was on a trip all over India with her father ‘dadda’ was standing in front of her. Imlie’s confusion was reaching its zenith point. ‘Why is Amma here?’, thought she.
Imlie couldn’t comprehend her surroundings anymore. Only a moment before she was with Aryan, her husband. But now?
“Amma, where is ABP?”
“ABP? Who ABP?”
“Amma, my husband Aryan Singh Rathore?”
“Imlie what are you talking about?”
Her grandmother who just came inside the room raised her eyebrows, “This girl, Meethi get her to marry immediately. Why let her study when she is busy dreaming about her non-existent husband?”
“Non-existent?”
“Imlie gudiya get ready for school. You have had some bad dreams I think…” Meethi said with a sigh.
‘Nightmare again?’ Imlie felt the unfathomable fear from this very word.
Imlie looked at her hands and her face. No, she indeed know this Imlie yet she her mind don't want to know. 'Who is she?' thought Imlie.
“Amma, where is the mirror? Please give it to me. Fast please”
“Okay gudia”, Meethi grabbed the small mirror hanging on the wall. It was no way fancy but an easily available mirror mostly in barber's shops.
Imlie looked at the reflection of the mirror. She couldn’t even blink her eyes for the utter shock she received.
How is this even possible Sita Maiyya?
Imlie of eighteen years?
Her life with her husband Aryan? Her life as the daughter-in-law of Rathore lineage? Her identity as someone who holds a strong position. Her bad past as the wife of Aditya Kumar Tripathi?
Were all of these a lie?
She could hear the last word of Aryan being a loan, she remembers how he indebted her with his kindness as well as love and everything in life. Her Akkarbagga?
Her success owes to him, her identity flourished for him. But now she has nothing left and she is back to square one?
Imlie couldn’t help but see herself in the mirror and exclaim, “Am I a regressor who traveled back in time? How is this even possible?”
Her mind has completely stopped functioning.
Songs Used:
~Halo(Beyonce)
Okay do tell how do you guys feel about it. And sorry once again for the late update.
Your Mimi
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