Part 1
It was night...everyobe was asleep. ...But bot her ... This morning other family members playedholi ... But sinxe mrityunjay was busy in the office ... Tara was working on their ngo...so mj and tara couldnt celebrate holi with others...
Tara was standing in tveir garden at night... It was cloudy ...about to rain maybe... She was wearibg a white punjabi suit with a pink n violet dupatta ... Hair was tied in a loose side braid ...There was a white rose in her hair ... She was standing right in front of the table ... Which waas elegantly decorated with pink roses petals and inthe centre of the table there was a centeerpiece of floating candles ... And surring it there were white bowls of clours diffrebt coulours ... Pink blue yelloew... she loved the decorations ... Mrityunjay had arranged this for her ... Specially for... Her favourite flowers... She could guess that easily. ... It was him ...Who had arranged all this..
Mrityinjay looked at her from adistanxe... Admiring her ... Looking at her lovingly from their room ...he noticed the white rose in her braid ...he started unbottoning his shirt ...as it was getting too hot. ... He removed it ...the greek god figure walked till therecliner and kept the shirt there ... Their bed was Filled with rd white roses petsls...Beautifull bedroom with soft light ... He then came down in the garden and stood st the entrance with a red rose in his hand... Looking st her back ... He was wishing to encirleher in arms looking at yhose perfect curves ...
He took slow and steady steps ... Sion...when he was almost about reach her. ... She felt his presense ...his scent ...that masculine scent ... That drove her crazy... Wanting to breack her limits and hold him in embrace to feel his presense... But never dared to... They both were busy in their work family reaponsabilities: vasu ., baba ... And the fear ... Fear of losing her dost...her precious dost. ... Does he love me ? Or...itsjust me... Those questions always came into her mind...
Ta. ( im her mind ) mrityu jay...pata nahi ap mujhsepyaar kartehai ...ya nahi... Mere dil mein ap ke liye jo jagah hsin...kyaap bhii mereliye aisa hi... Kya tara ... Yeh kya soch rahi hai tu...yeh toh...tere ussdost ne kiya hai... Thodi na mere pati ne ...
He was decreasing the distsnce betwen them ..he noticed the..glaribg at her intensely ... With love in his eyes ..when he reached one step from her ... He placed his hand on her waist and pulled her towards him ... Making her back clash on his bare well toned chest ... skin that was exposed due to the the back cut of her kurti was touching his chest... Makngher go weak on her knees ... She felt a sudden rush of shiver run through her body... She blushed a soft pink ...
Ang lagAng laga de re
Mohe rang laga de re
Ang laga de re
Mohe rang laga de re
The next thibg she felt was a rose on the side of her neck .. her upper arm to her fingers ... mrityunjay was looking at the red rose on her arm from a side while he was moving the rose from her neck to her fingers ... Those petals felt on her skin like the softest thing she had ever felt and the way he held her... Was beyond her imagination... Was this real ? Tara asked hersekf...was he really there ?
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