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VANI KI BHOJ 9.1.26
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The soft sheets rustled as she drew her legs up his.Her eyes flutered open,letting go of the last embers of the dream,she had been blissfully immersed in.
Thankfully the blinds were not open,Aaliya rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and the event of the previosu night,rushed back to her on a carousel.
She realised how close they were..,with their legs entangled beneath the sheet...,their faces inches apart,so much so that she could feel his breath fan her cheeks..and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
His heart thumped in accordance with the shallow and slow breaths.Serenity was plastered across his face as he slept.At peace his consciousness swirled in the land of dreams,oblivious to the physical world.
Aaliya noticed the random movement of his eyeball..was he on the verge of waking up?Fearing a confrontation and questions..she shut her eyes close, pretending to be asleep..
But then,it was hard to fool Zain Abdullah..
Sensing the movemnets..Zain woke up...he smirked on seeing how close they were and the events of the previous night came tumbling back to him..
Aaliya squirmed as she felt his fingertips graze the cove of her neck, before moving north, to tuck a wisp of hair behind her ear..he could clearly see her lips quiver...from lips he remembered how swollen and chapped their lips were,from the frenetic kissing ,the previosu night...
Aaliya peeked her eyes open...
"Aaliya..kal raat"jo kuch bhi hua""Zain began,but was cut short.
"Mujhe bauhat kaam hai..mujhe jaana hoga.."She blushed and scurried out of the bed,into th bathroom,adjusting her pallu on the way.
Zain fell back on the bed..sighing heavily at her retreating back.
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The bangles fell to the soft slim part way down her arm and lay glistening in teh afternoon rays.
A thin film of seat adorned her forehead as she chopped the onions in the sweltering heat of the kithce-the kitchen where she had been hiding since the morning, to avoid another awkwards encounter.
It was not that she regretted the events of the previosu night..but it was because she was nervous of not being able to control herself in his presence,considering the fact that thye had done nothing more than holding hands until the previous night,which had entailed a lot of kissing,cuddling,touching and red blotches of love bites which now marked the undiscovered territories in the map of ehr body.
Layer after layer, the sticky yellowish mass stung her eyes as she peeled. The closer she came to the core the stronger it's scent rose into each nostril. Liquid crystals formed, caressing the soft pads of her flawless pink cheeks. It'd be better after being cooked, adding flavor to the cuisine but for now it caused nothing but endless agony.
Aaliya put the chopped onions into the frying pan and went over to wash her hand and splash water into her eyes,and unknown to her that was the moment when he slipped into the kitchen. She turned around to collide with him..
"Tu-tum..yahaan..kitchen mei..?"her eyes widened in horror and she back paddled back,as Zain neared her.
"Kyun..main kitchen mei nahi aa sakta.."he smirked ,as she clutched the hem of her flimsy dupatta, as his smoldering gaze, made the situation between them more awkward than it already was.
To say that at first things were not awkward for him,would amount to ablantant lie..it was awkward,but he ahd talked himself out of it..one of the other reason why he had decided against going to office..and the first reason was obvious enough.
"ha-haan..zaroora aa sakte ho..par mujhe bula lete..tumhe jo chahiye tha..main room mei lekar aati..tumhe zehmat uthane ki zaroorat nahi tha.."
Aaliya muttered..words falling off the end of her sentence.
"Zehmat kaisi?Main toh yahan.."Zain leaned in..Aaliya closed her eyes thinking that he was going to kiss her..once again.
His strong masculine frame was pressed up against her frmininf softness,and her back was arched against the kitchen counter...
She hadn't realised that she had been holding her breath for so long..until she heard his voice.."Main toh yahaan se marshmallows lene aaya tha.."
Zain smirked,cause when she opened her eyes,he found them glistening with unsatisfied desire...leaving a panting Aaliya behind,he sauntered away,with the spring in his steps,and the packet of pink marshmallows in his hand.
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She stood in front of the mirror tucking the plates of her saree into the waistband of her petticoat...adjusting her pallu, she moved onto the more herculean task of buttoning her blouse and tying the dori, which suddenly seemed impossible..This was her only blouse whose design she had chosen with so much care and fancy,and she cursed herself for chosing the design.
Her body contorted in a failed attempt to tie the bloue.."Mmphhhuh!"Aaliya groaned in frustration...things were clearly not going as she ahd planned and on top of thatZain Abdullah was already ready and waiting for her outside the door..
"Aaliya ..i''m coming in..I can't wait anymore.."
Panic rose in her heart as she heard him holler from outside..
"Na-nahi,Za""the door opened and in the mirror she saw him, enter the room...
He was not sure whether one could call her classically beautiful,but her large liquid brown eyes held such an intelligenceand serenity that it was impossible for him not to be imprisoned by them.Her cheekbones weren't especially high and neither was her nose too long...,but then there was this undeniable symmetry to her features and perhaps that's what had him so captivated..
Wrapped in a black net saree with a gold brocade, she stood in front of him..with almost no make-up,except the red lipstick and the black kohl that lined her eyes...her hair was tied in a chignon for a welcoming change...and almost in a trance he found himself moving toward her.
He was standing so close to her, that she could feel the heat radiate from his body..And she knew that she would have to before he took the situation to his advantage..but then it would've been possible,only if Zain Abdullah would have wanted to.
As soon as her gaze slid to the side,he pulled her against his chest.His nose tickled her ear.Aaliya let out a tiny gasp and squirmed uncomfortably.She felt his lips softly,graze her slender neck...her face heated up, the moment her eyes met his on the mirror...
Her back arched in response to his touch,as he tied the string of her blouse and hooked the flimsy apparel...
She clenched her fists tightly, until her nail dig into the palm of her hand, but she barely noticed it.the only thing she was really aware of was the throbbing of her heart against the rib cage of her chest..It was not until she looked back into the mirror did she realize, that she had been biting her lips so hard that it had started bleeding...
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In the third shot..u ll see d party and some more scenes...sorry for disappointing d ones who had expected fr a hot make out session in dis part ;P
Aaliya's saree
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