Heylo people,
I managed to flex my almost atrophied writing muscles after a long while with this one, đand I have Shibani (oye_nakhrewaali) to thank for this prompt that finally pulled me out of my self-imposed hiatus.
She wanted a continuation of the canon shower romance that PriRa shared where Ram dreamt of kissing Priyaâs hand, only itâs now the anniversary of the day that happened. Plus, she had another prompt along the lines of Ram enjoying Priyaâs scolding because it tells him she cares for him. I decided to combine the two and got a little ahem â ahem â carried away. đł
So things do get a little heated between them here. âșïžđ
Idk how this fandom will receive something like this on PriRa, so let me know in the comments if yâall liked this and if youâd like me to maybe continue it into a two-shot. Thanks in advance for reading! đ€
I'm res -ing Post 2 just in case .. đ
Shibz, I hope this is at least something close to what you were expecting ...
Part 1: Blame it on the Rain
Priya shivered, tightening her arms around herself as she felt the cool, wet breeze blow across her face, the dark clouds melding into the night sky. It was raining. Again! Dammit. Everything was going to be mucky and damp and smelling musty, and it was her least favorite thing. It ranked even lower than her husband cheating on his diet and gorging on desserts at midnight. Priya let out a loud groan, stepping back from the balcony, resigned to the dank weather and the resultant heap of chores sheâd be inevitably saddled with.
She was about to shut the balcony doors and retreat indoors when she heard a loud shout. It was unmistakably the voice of her husband. She stifled another loud groan, instead letting out an exaggerated sigh and a dramatic eye-roll, just stopping short of slapping her forehead in disgust and frustration. Of course, she should have known he would be out there getting soaked in this insane weather! What else could she expect from her crazy, impulsive husband of just over a year? She knew him so well, but she could never understand his bizarre need to abandon the warm, dry indoors in favor of the mucky, wet outdoors.
Sighing again, she peered over the balcony ledge taking care not to lean against it. She had no intention of getting wet, unlike him.
âPriya!â he called out, his eyes crinkling with laughter as the downpour soaked him.
His arms were spread-eagled, inviting even more drenching, which was of course redundant because he was soaked to the skin anyway. She shook her head. Silly man! How much wetter did he want to get? Then her eyes travelled inadvertently down his form, taking in the shirt that was plastered against his firm chest, and becoming more transparent by the minute. A slow flush began to spread, going from her cheeks and making its way lower. Goodness, it was getting suddenly very warm, and she had been shivering just a minute ago!
âCome on up! Youâll catch a cold!â she yelled.
He just shook his head and crooked his finger at her, curving it towards him indicating for her to join him. Oh no! She wasnât making that mistake again! She shook her head firmly.
âOh, come on! Donât be such a wet blanket!â
She smirked. âI donât want to be a wet anything. Iâm fine where I am!â she insisted.
He shook his head in disdain, waving his hand across his face. âYou donât know what youâre missing out on!â
âIâm warm and dry and cozy while youâre out there soaked like a drowned rat. I think itâs hardly debatable whoâs the one missing out!â
He scoffed and let out a huff. âPah! Whereâs your sense of adventure? Coward!â
âMy sense of adventure is alive and well and thriving, thank you very much. I just happen to think getting soaked to the bone and catching a death of a cold afterwards is not the best demonstration of it!â she replied saucily.
His hands went to his hips, his blue gaze firmly fixed on hers.
âYouâre coming down this instant or Iâm coming up to get you!â
She squeaked, alarmed at the fierce intent in his tone. Would he really do that? He did have an impulsive streak mixed with a hint of daredevilry!
âNooooo. But why? Canât you just finish your strange, primitive ritual alone and leave me be?â
He shook his head and then folded his arms across his chest causing the damp shirt to tighten across his ribs, and Priya felt that wave of heat pooling low in her belly again.
âYouâve forgotten. Itâs the anniversary of the day we got drenched in the rain together.â
Oh! She had forgotten. It was the day when in an insane, irrational moment, she had let him persuade her into stepping out in the rain with him just for once. But if she had to be honest with herself, she had had fun.
âYes, but I also told you then Iâd do that only that one time.â
âItâs the first anniversary. Itâs got to be celebrated,â he said stubbornly.
His smile was cheeky now, but darn, it was persuasive. Suddenly the idea of going out there with him began to seem appealing. What is wrong with you, Priya? her inner voice chided. Clearly, she had lost her mind, and other parts of her had taken over â her feet dragging her downstairs towards him, her heart thumping strangely at the thought of being with him, the discomfort of the cold, wet weather completely forgotten in the wake of this new storm of emotions. Yeah, she'd blame this sudden, crazy impulse on the rain. It did seem to play havoc with her common sense.
Lord, she was breathtaking. Ram stared at his wife as she spun around, palms outstretched, collecting the droplets of rain as they fell into her cupped hands and then hurling it at him, squealing with delight. He pretended to be annoyed, even though there was little the piddly amount of rainwater she had tossed at him had achieved, given that the rain was still falling in torrents.
He mimicked her actions, splashing her with a generous amount and watched with a smile as she held her hands up to her face, letting out another high-pitched squeal. It was wonderful to see her loosen up like this, she was usually very reined in with her emotions and Ram knew why. She had been hurt, and she did not trust easily, but he had made major inroads in gaining her trust. They had gotten very close over the past year and had become the best of friends. However, Ram had been containing his need for her. He yearned for her in quite another way but did not know how to tell her. Or make the first move. This friendship between them was still developing, and he did not want to ruin it. But God, he wanted her! His palms fisted to his sides as he watched the water run down her lush figure, the soft cotton salwar kameez she wore clinging to her curves tantalizingly.
He wanted to kiss her. And not a platonic kiss on the cheek or the hand. He wanted to pull her face down and fasten his lips on her mouth and explore those lush depths. He recalled having had an urge to kiss her the last time theyâd done this too, but back then his thoughts had been more of the PG-13 variety. And he hadnât even done that! He let out a self-derisive snort. Dreaming of kissing her on the lips in an R-rated fashion and then taking it all the way? Huh! Pretty ambitious of you, Ram Kapoor, to be jumping ahead to third base when you havenât even gotten to the first!
Then his gaze landed on hers, and he felt his heart lurch at the way she was looking at him. Surely, he wasnât mistaking the invitation in her eyes? Yeah, perhaps not so ambitious after all, he thought with a smirk as she canted her head towards the house indicating that it was time to go in. With a flash of determination that suddenly seemed to come over him out of nowhere, he walked purposefully towards her, framed her face in his hands and kissed her. On the lips. Perhaps it was the rain. Yep, he'd blame this welcome spurt of bravado on the rain if she lashed out at him.
She let out a tiny sound that sounded like a squeak. Nope, this wasnât good. He frowned and deepened the kiss. And felt her melt against him. She was still making a sound, but it sounded more like a low moan now. Much better! Emboldened, he gently probed her lips apart and explored her mouth with his tongue. And almost came apart right there. Jesus! She tasted like strawberriesâ sweet and tart, and intoxicating. He had known kissing her would be amazing, but he hadnât bargained on it unleashing something so primal within him.
She pressed herself closer, responding ardently to his kiss, sending a surge of joy and anticipation through him. He pulled her closer, his arms slipping down her waist, and resting on her hips, his lips travelling to her jaw, tracing a delicate line to just below her ear. She shivered and sank into him. His breath quickened, and heat pooled low in his belly. God, this woman would drive him crazy with wanting. It was all he could do to stop himself from taking this one step further. He was aware of the impracticalities of the situation. While a kiss in the rain might be romantic, perhaps even seductive, it certainly wasnât an appropriate location to escalate this into what he was intending. Oh no. When they made love, they would be dry and warm and cozy and indoors. In bed.
She pushed him away suddenly as if just realizing what theyâd been doing, and her cheeks colored a warm pink. Hot damn! If he hadnât already been so uncomfortably turned on, that would have certainly done the trick!
Well, he had finally made the first move, and she hadnât been repulsed or angry. In fact, she had welcomed it. He silently congratulated himself. His cheesy idea of celebrating the first anniversary of the day heâd persuaded her to step outside in the rain did not seem as stupid now. It had worked.
âWe should go inside,â she said, a tad breathlessly.
He knew they should too. They had been outside far too long. But he hadnât seen his wife let down her defences in a while and he was enjoying it. He did not want to end this light-hearted interlude just yet. It was as if something was warning him that retreating inside would mean Priya putting up her metaphorical walls again. She had allowed herself to open up and be vulnerable here â out in the rain. He did not want to lose that.
Then another wicked thought occurred to him, and he folded his arms across his chest, a slow grin forming on his face. He shook his head slowly and stood his ground, and then watched with immense satisfaction as a myriad of emotions crossed his wifeâs expressive face â puzzlement, then irritation, slowly working itself up to anger. Yes! He almost pumped his fist in delight.
The rain had trickled down to a light drizzle now, and Ram baited his time waiting for the eruption that he knew would inevitably follow. An angry Priya was always a sight to behold. He had long since admitted to himself that he liked her scolding â Nope, he enjoyed it, welcomed it and he knew if he analyzed it further it would reveal itself into some sort of weird kink.
Her hands were on her hips, her nostrils were flared, and her chest was heaving. Here it comes, he thought in glee.
âRam Kapoor! You are a foolish, fanciful, ridiculous man! Coming out and getting wet in the rain is one thing but refusing to come in and staying out here in this chill, asking to catch the death of a cold which could very well turn into pneumonia â is quite another! You might think this is indulging a stupid, illogical whim but I call it sheer, reckless insanity! Iâm not going to allow it. You will come inside this instant!â
She paused and took a deep breath and Ram controlled the urge to chuckle aloud. He had no doubt she would bodily haul him indoors if he refused. But oh, it was worth it. It was worth defying her just to get an earful from her. And his wife was so darn predictable. He could write a book on her.
Nodding meekly, he followed her indoors, not failing to notice how his heart had begun thumping erratically, and a certain other part of him had begun to harden. Well, that clinched it. He definitely had a kink. What Priya would think of it, and of him when she got to know of it was something he had yet to find out, and he knew beyond a doubt he was going to enjoy her reaction to his admission!
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