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Another one of my random scenes...😆 Promise to write Part 2 of the story in the morning. Today is sheer indulgence.
In the middle of the night, Naina...rather Nanhi - he preferred calling his angel of mischief Nanhi now just as her mom did, unable to tolerate her imposing stares when he referred to her chavanni - ran out of the room without their knowing and it left them unguarded in the little space between them. The creaking of the door stirred her. With one hand rubbing her eyes, she rolled onto her stomach ready to tumble right back into the slumber from which she'd woken up and just then, in the gleaning through the haze of thick sleep, her eyes caught his face inches away from hers.
Much to her own surprise, she remained still, fluttering her eyes in an effort to clear her sight.
The table fan relentlessly swung to and fro in a semi-circle, sending tracks of the room air in their direction, his long curls suddenly flying away from his forehead, only to land thump down again in the next second. It was the first time she was watching him without his inquiring gaze fixed at her and so she looked on, taking in his angular jaw, the rasping of more than a 5' clock shadow there and the tuft of hair that perpetually came over the side of his face.
What made him a whole another person with Nanhi?, she asked herself remembering the evening they spent walking the streets of old lucknow, eating Qurbani with an embarrassing number of balloons tied to his wrist. She liked to think that he was only trying to give Nanhi a childhood that was free of the horrors that were around them. But just sometimes, like now when she was uninhibitedly raising herself on her elbow, she believed that he did the things he did because he saw himself in the small circle that she and Nanhi was made of.
In that small world of theirs which was as ephemeral as the times that lasted between the flap of a firefly's wings, she wanted to could let go. Bending down, she brushed a light kiss to his forehead while at the same time her fingers boldly, albeit with a shiver grazed his cheek.
"Promise me..." She whispered into the night, "you will be just as spiteful as you are always to me when you wake up..."
Her thumb stoked the remnants of a dimple beside his lips, as she said, "So I can kiss you for the times when you are not..."
That moment, she didn't fear he would wake up to her touch. He always slept like no one or nothing else existed besides him and Nanhi on that bed. She settled back into the pillow and in the shadows that the light played with, she watched him for a little while longer before her eyes closed down...
Forgetting the tinge of sindhoor that had marked his temple while she'd kissed him...
And the absent placing of her hand over his chest, to which he awakened the next morning. To find her confined to her side of the bed and yet overreaching to have her palm centered in the hollow of his chest.
Edited by 6th.Element - 13 years ago
Indian Mythology
