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Part 4 : DEvKaajjal Magic
Press fiasco part 1 : Love hurts
Freshly showered and dressed, Dev entered the room holding a tray laden with the best of china for the tea. A smile touched the corner of his lips as he went near her. Lying there her hair spread out like soft cloud of pure satin, her face was immersed in the deep oceans of slumber. Her lips were parted slightly and she looked so angelic yet how could he forget the woman he had loved last night, matching his own passions beyond belief . The gentle rhythmnic rise and fall of her chest indicated, she was definitely travelling in her own magical world, that moment. He gently placed the tray on the coffee table next to the bed which had witnessed the orchestra of a perfectly haunting note of passion and pain.
Then he sat there silently, lost in looking at her, absorbing each and every feature as if it was the only time he was going to. The eyes were dark throbbing with unbearable pain, as it dreaded the suffering that was ahead in the day. His lips tightened in resolve, his jaw taut with determination – He had made his choice, he wasn't going to hand over Payal to the monster. She had saved his life, looked after him and further on helped him to get together with Kaajjal. No matter what, his conscious wouldn't allow him.
Another voice argues strongly in his head – But what about Kaajjal. Can you leave her alone? Can you even bear to be parted from her – Dev. He closed his eyes, and his head bowed down slightly his lower lip trembled at the effort of holding back fresh tears. "Nooooo…oooo – it was torn from his heart, his body quivered, as the hand that held his head in despair – no, I'd much rather die than be parted from my beloved Kaajjal. I'd much rather stop breathing, than live without feeling her breathe next to mine. No- I cant, I can't….dammit."
A soft shudder passed through his slender frame and slowly he lifted his head – the ravages of his heart reflected in his gaunt expression. Gently he bent towards her lying on his side, his eyes flickering over her tentatively then as the tension ebbed away for by just by looking at her he could forget everything, all his worries would fade away at the glimpse of her smile, her laughter would awaken a fresh hope in his heart, as her twinkling eyes filled with hidden mischief would warm his battle weary heart.
Bending closer, that his breathe fanned her face, he trailed a finger along the stray tresses pushing them back, stopping at her lips. His eyes darkened at that point. He bent his head and brushed his lips against hers. She stirred with a soft sigh mumbling something. His lips moved up her face, unhurriedly enjoying the feel of her soft baby skin. His fingers caressed her face lovingly. His voice whispery soft as his lips traced the hair over her ears, he closed his eyes and said " I will always love you – my dearest. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I will never stop loving you". Some unconscious part of her responded to the gentle caress as her arms slowly moved his neck. He stiffened momentarily and turned to look but she was fast sleep not a flutter. He smiled as he lay there in that soft embrace, savouring it with a soft sigh of his own.
"mmmmmmm…." She stirred…sleepily, wanting to stretch each bit of her like a lazy cat. But as she moved her arms her eyes still closed, she felt unfamiliar weight around her neck. She opened one eye then another, a slow warmth crept up her cheeks – Tub hi naa kaajjal – better get used to it. Biting her lip she slowly turned her head, and caught her breathe as she saw his eyes were open gazing at her with a light smile in those haunting depths. "Hi – ……slept well", She flushed deeply feeling very shy, and her eyes moved away slightly. He touched her chin and gently moved her face that she could look at him. It was soft, " Kaajjal …" she looked up her eyes tentative, uncertain as to how to respond to this moment "hmmmm…." still not able to hold his gaze fully" His voice softened further, " I want to …thank …you for last night. It….. was…It was beautiful.. "her eyes flew to his, surprised yet deeply pleased. Softly" You really liked my surprise" He nodded slightly "Yes – I admit , I was blown away" he added wryly and she flushed again remembering last night.
He continued to gaze at her with the same intensity, then lifted his hand very slowly and trailed his finger along her cheek. She closed her eyes, a tremor rising through her, helplessly, "Devvvv…." It was soft plea, he sighed in response moving his face closer "I really love it when you say my name like that." It was almost a whisper as his lips closed over hers gently teasing "Devvv….". She closed her eyes as those unfamiliar but increasingly powerful feelings began to join the others. He raised his head after some time, oddly satisfied to see matching fire in her own eyes. Then he moved and sat up lest, his own control snapped again. Already his body was throbbing in anticipation of an encore of last night.
Wryly he rubbed his head, and took a couple of deep breathes to calm his racing heart. Glancing at her, "I have brought you some tea – you must have it before it gets cold" that springs her into action. He brought her tea. She was aghast as she was touched at his gesture. However her strong conditionings and upbringing protested that she should have done the tea for him, but her heart rejoiced at the romantic gesture, fluttering like a idiot.
He made her the tea the way she liked and she watched bemusedly as he said," A cuppa Earl Grey tea - madame "She took a tentative sip. It was really good. Her eyes widened. He smiled, a slight twinkle there," Is the sugar OK." She nodded. He got off the bed in one swift movement, looking at her "Ok – then we haven't any time to waste. Get dressed, and come down soon. 10 mins no more – or I will fetch you" he warned, with a wicked smile. She flushed at the look in his eyes. When he was gone she quickly finished the tea and ran into the bathroom knowing it wasn't an empty threat.
Then a naughty thought came in – what if he did come in when she was in the shower and…hmmmmmm…Gosh Kaajjal you have become naughty. She laughed at herself.
She came down slowly, he was waiting at the French windows staring out. For a moment he looked quite remote, distant like the DPS of ole. She paused, with a slight frown. Last nite she felt beneath the surface all was not right but quelled the thought immediately. Of course, everything was perfect now. He must be just tired. 10 days of work, then the long flight. She was being silly. He turned as if he had counted the moment form the time she came out of her room and gave her a brilliant smile that caused her heart to flutter helplessly. She sighed deeply, her knees showing signs of weakness.
His eyes flicked over her, soft pink dress and then back to her eyes. They were wry" ready – Mrs Kaajjal Pratap Singh" She nodded and he offered his arm " Lets go then" she linked her arm in his and went still as his hand held her waist lightly. Their eyes met, his were dark as usual. But there was slight smile too as they made their way to the car.
sammy
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Press fiasco part 1 : Love hurts
Freshly showered and dressed, Dev entered the room holding a tray laden with the best of china for the tea. A smile touched the corner of his lips as he went near her. Lying there her hair spread out like soft cloud of pure satin, her face was immersed in the deep oceans of slumber. Her lips were parted slightly and she looked so angelic yet how could he forget the woman he had loved last night, matching his own passions beyond belief . The gentle rhythmnic rise and fall of her chest indicated, she was definitely travelling in her own magical world, that moment. He gently placed the tray on the coffee table next to the bed which had witnessed the orchestra of a perfectly haunting note of passion and pain.
Then he sat there silently, lost in looking at her, absorbing each and every feature as if it was the only time he was going to. The eyes were dark throbbing with unbearable pain, as it dreaded the suffering that was ahead in the day. His lips tightened in resolve, his jaw taut with determination – He had made his choice, he wasn't going to hand over Payal to the monster. She had saved his life, looked after him and further on helped him to get together with Kaajjal. No matter what, his conscious wouldn't allow him.
Another voice argues strongly in his head – But what about Kaajjal. Can you leave her alone? Can you even bear to be parted from her – Dev. He closed his eyes, and his head bowed down slightly his lower lip trembled at the effort of holding back fresh tears. "Nooooo…oooo – it was torn from his heart, his body quivered, as the hand that held his head in despair – no, I'd much rather die than be parted from my beloved Kaajjal. I'd much rather stop breathing, than live without feeling her breathe next to mine. No- I cant, I can't….dammit."
A soft shudder passed through his slender frame and slowly he lifted his head – the ravages of his heart reflected in his gaunt expression. Gently he bent towards her lying on his side, his eyes flickering over her tentatively then as the tension ebbed away for by just by looking at her he could forget everything, all his worries would fade away at the glimpse of her smile, her laughter would awaken a fresh hope in his heart, as her twinkling eyes filled with hidden mischief would warm his battle weary heart.
Bending closer, that his breathe fanned her face, he trailed a finger along the stray tresses pushing them back, stopping at her lips. His eyes darkened at that point. He bent his head and brushed his lips against hers. She stirred with a soft sigh mumbling something. His lips moved up her face, unhurriedly enjoying the feel of her soft baby skin. His fingers caressed her face lovingly. His voice whispery soft as his lips traced the hair over her ears, he closed his eyes and said " I will always love you – my dearest. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I will never stop loving you". Some unconscious part of her responded to the gentle caress as her arms slowly moved his neck. He stiffened momentarily and turned to look but she was fast sleep not a flutter. He smiled as he lay there in that soft embrace, savouring it with a soft sigh of his own.
"mmmmmmm…." She stirred…sleepily, wanting to stretch each bit of her like a lazy cat. But as she moved her arms her eyes still closed, she felt unfamiliar weight around her neck. She opened one eye then another, a slow warmth crept up her cheeks – Tub hi naa kaajjal – better get used to it. Biting her lip she slowly turned her head, and caught her breathe as she saw his eyes were open gazing at her with a light smile in those haunting depths. "Hi – ……slept well", She flushed deeply feeling very shy, and her eyes moved away slightly. He touched her chin and gently moved her face that she could look at him. It was soft, " Kaajjal …" she looked up her eyes tentative, uncertain as to how to respond to this moment "hmmmm…." still not able to hold his gaze fully" His voice softened further, " I want to …thank …you for last night. It….. was…It was beautiful.. "her eyes flew to his, surprised yet deeply pleased. Softly" You really liked my surprise" He nodded slightly "Yes – I admit , I was blown away" he added wryly and she flushed again remembering last night.
He continued to gaze at her with the same intensity, then lifted his hand very slowly and trailed his finger along her cheek. She closed her eyes, a tremor rising through her, helplessly, "Devvvv…." It was soft plea, he sighed in response moving his face closer "I really love it when you say my name like that." It was almost a whisper as his lips closed over hers gently teasing "Devvv….". She closed her eyes as those unfamiliar but increasingly powerful feelings began to join the others. He raised his head after some time, oddly satisfied to see matching fire in her own eyes. Then he moved and sat up lest, his own control snapped again. Already his body was throbbing in anticipation of an encore of last night.
Wryly he rubbed his head, and took a couple of deep breathes to calm his racing heart. Glancing at her, "I have brought you some tea – you must have it before it gets cold" that springs her into action. He brought her tea. She was aghast as she was touched at his gesture. However her strong conditionings and upbringing protested that she should have done the tea for him, but her heart rejoiced at the romantic gesture, fluttering like a idiot.
He made her the tea the way she liked and she watched bemusedly as he said," A cuppa Earl Grey tea - madame "She took a tentative sip. It was really good. Her eyes widened. He smiled, a slight twinkle there," Is the sugar OK." She nodded. He got off the bed in one swift movement, looking at her "Ok – then we haven't any time to waste. Get dressed, and come down soon. 10 mins no more – or I will fetch you" he warned, with a wicked smile. She flushed at the look in his eyes. When he was gone she quickly finished the tea and ran into the bathroom knowing it wasn't an empty threat.
Then a naughty thought came in – what if he did come in when she was in the shower and…hmmmmmm…Gosh Kaajjal you have become naughty. She laughed at herself.
She came down slowly, he was waiting at the French windows staring out. For a moment he looked quite remote, distant like the DPS of ole. She paused, with a slight frown. Last nite she felt beneath the surface all was not right but quelled the thought immediately. Of course, everything was perfect now. He must be just tired. 10 days of work, then the long flight. She was being silly. He turned as if he had counted the moment form the time she came out of her room and gave her a brilliant smile that caused her heart to flutter helplessly. She sighed deeply, her knees showing signs of weakness.
His eyes flicked over her, soft pink dress and then back to her eyes. They were wry" ready – Mrs Kaajjal Pratap Singh" She nodded and he offered his arm " Lets go then" she linked her arm in his and went still as his hand held her waist lightly. Their eyes met, his were dark as usual. But there was slight smile too as they made their way to the car.
sammy
preview : next part - cindrellas ball
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