Wishful Thinking -2 Upd - 01/27 pg 80 - Page 53

The SR that but remained a dream!!

This is for my idiot friends...who wanted some wishful thinking..well i have tried..

this is especially for Nagz, Amrita and Kads... who always ask me to write..again!!

Pls excuse the errors in grammar, my QA is not available!

I Love the Way you Love Me

She had felt bereft at his abruptness. He was gentle and caring yet aloof. Where was the man who had said to her that no one can come between us? What happened to the man whose eyes and lips had said things that she had dreamed of? How did suddenly the fire that she saw in his eyes turn to hard diamonds?

She had wondered as she heard his voice greet her good morning. She ached to ask him, why he had not loved her the way his eyes promised, the way his touches burned a fire deep inside her that still burned albeit as embers.

She got went towards the bathroom and felt his eyes burn into her so she asked him "what are you thinking?"

He had answered, "Tum subah subah aur bhi jyada khoobsurat lag rahi ho.Chalo jaldi se nah kar tayyar ho jao, Daadima wait kar rahi hongi." He had felt the room without another glance at her.

Why did his praise though nice made her feel as if he was holding something back. Why the change? She mulled as she took shower.

After getting dressed, she went downstairs to find family gathered to see the new bride and bore the brunt of teasing from Annie and Daadi about the Suhaag raat. Even Pinky was around and joined in the lighthearted ribbing. Maan had defended her against the family but she saw the way he averted his eyes from her. He soon left on the pretext of work for office.

She felt at a loose end as no one seemed to want the new bride to do any work, so she went upstairs and sat on the bed reliving the moments that had made her heart thunder, her breaths short and her whole being electrified to his touch. His words of love had touched her deeply.

He had removed her jewellery lovingly and traced the path on the hairline that the tikka had occupied. He had run his finger on her ear and she had felt a jolt in her stomach. Her fists had clenched, she had bit her lower lip lest she cry out her need for him.

She had said, "please Maan." Not knowing if she wanted him stop or to continue and he had said he was not going to listen to her.

He had removed the jewellery she wore for it came in the way he said. He did not want anything to come between them. Not even air.

The payal was removed because it made too much noise. The waist chain was cumbersome. The bangles jingled. The earrings tickled. Her necklace obstructed. Her lipstick robbed the color of her lips.

He wanted her without adornments, without any hindrance, just him, her and a night that was theirs.

He asked her to say his name and she whispered, "Maan." It was more than just his name, it held her need for him, a plea to kiss her and he complied.

He took her lips at first in a furtive kiss and then deepened it by prying her lips open and plunging into her mouth with tongue that yearned to taste her. He devoured her with a kiss and moaned deep in his throat as he felt the arousal reach fever pitch.

He ran his hands on her back and into her hair. He groaned his frustration to find the pins barring him free reign into her hair. He slowly plucked each out and gave her a kiss for each one of them. Once done he smiled triumphantly and let his fingers run through her hair.

He kissed her deeply as he could not get enough of the taste of her lips. He then removed the dorie of her blouse and muttered, "ye itne saare buttons kyon hote hain?"

Geet laughed and said, "taaki aapko ehsaas ho ki ek dulhan ko tayyar hone mein jo time lagta hai woh kyon lagta hai." She had gotten up from the bed and gone in front of the mirror to remove the pins from the chunri.

He growled and pulled her close and whispered, "tum kuch bhi pehenti toh tum itni hi khoosurat lagti jitni inke saath lag rahi ho… par tumne mere baare mein kahan socha!! Ab mein khud kar loonga," and removed her hands.

"Jaaiye ab phir shararat karne lage hain." She complained.

"Abhi meine shuru kahan ki hai," and proceeded to remove her blouse as he looked at her through the mirror. He saw her blush and put her arms across herself and he smiled as he ran a finger on her cheek and said, "Don't be shy, I wont hurt you."

She then turned put her arms around his neck and said, "who said I was shy?" and in her bravado, kissed him. She let the tip of her tongue trace his lips and learn the delicious curve that tasted like sweet nectar. She did not know she could be so brazen and soon got lost in the feel of him.

Just as she thought she was getting the better of him, he turned the tables on her by pulling the string of ther lengha to touch her navel with his hand and circle it. Geet sucked in her breath and whispered, "Maan" in a plea that made it clear that she wanted more and went on her toes to get even closer to him.

He whispered, "I am here, mishti…" and pulled her closer as he nuzzled her neck and nipped at the base of her throat. A whimper escaped her and he let the heavy garment slide down her leg as he lifted her off the floor.

"Geet… Geet.." she heard him call out her name and shaking her shoulder and she opened her eyes to find Maan standing in front of her next to the bed, and ask, "kya hua…kyon Maan… Keh rahi thi neend mein?"

She blushed as she sat up in the bed and looked down to find herself with clothes on to realize it was a dream and said, "Kuch nahin…" as she got out the bed and out of the room to hide from him what her eyes must have already told him.

I love the way you love me - Boyzone

I like the feel of your name on my lips
And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss
The way that your fingers run through my hair
And how your scent lingers even when you're not here


And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh
And how you enjoy your two-hour bath
And how you've convinced me to dance in the rain
With everyone watching like we were insane


But I love the way you love me
Strong and wild, slow and easy
Heart and soul so completely
I love the way you love me


And I like the sound of old R 'n' B
And you roll your eyes when I'm sloppily off key
And I like the innocent way that you cry
At sappy old movies you've seen thousands of times


(Listen to me now)
And I could list a million things
I love to like about you
But they could all come down to one reason
I could never live without you