SILENT LOVE AR SS-PART epilogue PG 19 UPD - Page 12

Later that night, Angad crossed the kitchen and walked into his dark room. When he turned from closing the door, he found himself pushed against it, Kripa holding him tightly. Then, her mouth was against his, violently. He recognized demand, passion, need, hunger, greed, and the longing love. Her lips moved to his neck and stayed there, her finger held his robe tightly as she waited for him to say something.

"I've waited too long, Angad." She looked up at him and saw the moon through his eyes, kissed him again, lightly. "Not longer. I've longed to tell you and hear from you, now I need both. Please."

"I love you, Kripa." He pressed his lips to her forehead and then around her entire face. His kisses were slow and lingered her skin for seconds before leaving. "I love you," he repeated pressing his lips finally to hers, and walking her back.

She wasn't looking for patients and gentleness, he knew that himself. Yet he gave her just that, he took her though the night slowly, loved her the way he had once before. And, she accepted, him and his love. She'd been waiting, she'd been wanting now that she finally had him there were no questions. He was her, mind, soul, and body. And in everyway she could think of, he was hers.

When he finally allowed her to, she slept in the warm circle of his arms. Before falling into that wonderful sleep, she knew she'd finally found home. The feeling made her a different person. She could call herself Mrs. Angad Khanna in everyway, emotionally and lawfully.

She awoke the next morning in the center of the bed, with the silky bedding around her, she still felt his arms around her like last night. Turning, she looked at his face. Observed it for a few moments before getting closer again. They had the venue to look through today, rehearsals to monitor. And, she didn't want to wake him up.

"Angad." She finally called minutes later, shaking him. "Wake-up."

"No." He moaned and gathered her closer, pulling the blanket over them and falling back asleep mumbling, "five more minutes."

She laughed and tilted her head up to look at him, "It's ten already."

"I don't care." He found her forehead and nuzzled there.

Later that night, Riddhima crossed the kitchen and walked into her dark room. When she turned from closing the door, she found herself pushed against it, Armaan holding her tightly. Then, his mouth was against her, violently. She recognized demand, passion, need, hunger, greed, and the longing love. His lips moved to her neck and stayed there, his finger held her waist and probed her to respond.

"I've waited too long, Riddhima." He looked up at her and saw her shining eyes, kissed her again, lightly. "Not any more. I've longed to hold you in my arms and now, I need you. Please."

"I love you, Armaan." He pressed his lips to her forehead and then around her entire face. His kisses were slow and lingered her skin for seconds before leaving. "I love you," he repeated pressing his lips finally to hers, and walking her back to the bed both fell on it

When he finally allowed her to, she slept in the warm circle of his arms. Before falling into that wonderful sleep, she knew she'd finally found home. The feeling made her a different person. She could call herself Mrs. Riddhima Armaan Malik in everyway, emotionally, lawfully, soulfully, and the most important aspect in love.

She awoke the next morning in the center of the bed, with the silky bedding around her, she still felt his arms around her like last night. Turning, she looked at his face. Observed it for a few moments before getting closer again. She didn't want to wake him up.

"Armaan." She finally called minutes later, shaking him. "Wake-up."

"No." He moaned and gathered her closer, pulling the blanket over them and falling back asleep mumbling, "five more minutes."

She laughed and tilted her head up to look at him, "It's ten already."

"I don't care." He found her forehead and nuzzled there.