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Without further ado.
Chapter 5 - Dreams and Reality.
He was doing what would always calm him, the one thing that stopped all the hurtful voices, stopped the guilt, and stopped everything but him. He closed his eyes, feeling the sway of the drum beat move through his being, his arms out and extended, his legs bowing his toes ready to cavort as he frolicked forwards and back using the pole attached to the wall as a guide renewing the old muscles in his legs, strengthening his body, his mind, his soul. He stood in the centre as the violins began strumming in the background, his legs lifting, as if they were possessed by the instruments tune. His ears only heard the harmony of the harp not the words in his mind.
'Gay bas***d' came a voice from the far corner.
But he ignored it, shied away from it and moved his feet to the rhythm again, his legs becoming carouse with the soft play.
'He isn't a man, he's a Wo-Man' Came another voice, this time stronger harsher, beating him down. But he didn't stop he continued dancing, living the orchestra through his blood. He flew from one corner to the other, the sweat dripping down his back, pulsing at his neck, sifting through his hair till it rested at his forehead. He didn't stop, couldn't stop.
'No son of mine is going to be a poof' came the final voice, the one that hurt the most, and the one that killed.
His eyes opened, and at the same time the music died, the soft harmony ending, the calming noise halting. He closed his eyes again, this time to shrug all the ghosts off, his shoulders shaking literally with the thought as he heard soft clapping from the corner.
"Beautiful that was outstandingly beautiful, for a well built man like yourself that was superb" Her voice started off at the far corner and came closer towards him till her breath mingled with his and he couldn't open his eyes, this time too scared to look into the ones whom he stole from. Her hands reached out to touch him, as if to shake his hand and he obliged, his calloused hands enveloping her soft ones, the alabaster skin glowing against his dusky tone.
"Thank you Miss.Gupta" His voice husky, deep, rough, as he raised her knuckles like the last time and kissed her there, the same spot he kissed last time, his stubble tickling her, his lips feathering the feeling that coiled down into her belly.
She gasped with realisation that voice, those hands, and his lips. Working their evil spell on to her senses again, leaving her wondering, hollow and empty. She tried to steal her hand away but his grip was firm, not yielding even though she could not see his eyes, she felt them resting on her own his orbs soaking in her appearance, as if taking a picture with his eyes and she felt strangely okay with it, not understanding her own feelings towards this widowed man.
"Do you dance Miss.Gupta?" He asked, his voice sanding down onto her nerves.
"No..I..er..I don't need to explain anything to you" She muttered angry at her own emotions.
"Is that so?" He asked, liking the flutter of emotions on her face, he didn't understand why he did this when she was around, but he felt the need to do so. The earlier guilt that was clawing his mind vanished into the air as he looked into her pupil-less eyes, the grey hue soothing to his fried mind.
He tugged her forward, her doughy body colliding with his firmness, the tug caught her unaware as she gasped yet another 'O', the breath whooshing onto his face. "I think you do," He told her, his mouth dangerously close to her ears causing the fine hair at her nape to stand in attention to his command. His fingers whispered against the cotton of her kameez as he feathered his hands down to her small waist, one large hand capturing the small of her back, the other taking her hand in a firm grasp.
"Dance" He commanded, his tone chilly as he felt her hips sway close to his own, there was not a hair's breadth of space between them, for now they were one, for now they were together as if waiting for the world to come and snatch them away. For now reality wasn't present, they both forgot that it was only moments ago that one being had taken something precious from the other, they both forgot that their tender hearts were still jaded with the past, but that didn't matter. At least not yet. All that mattered was the gentle sway of hips, the paced breaths, and the twined fingers as teasing eyes worshipped one being and hesitant red coloured another.
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"How did you know I was dancing?" He whispered, this time his body far more closer, their toes brushing against each other.
She laughed, "You tell me which man could listen to that sweet symphony and not dance?"
He laughed a husky baritone "your point is valid but how did you know that I was well built and a man?"
"Mr. Raizada I know many things" She said, her head resting against his tee-shirt.
"Such as?" He whispered above her head.
"Your tee-shirt is pure cotton" She told him.
He gasped in surprise, this gasp told her how correct her words were. "I know I'm right you don't have to tell me" she said to tease resulting in a hearty laugh from him.
"How can you tell?" He asked rather astonished.
Her hands left his to travel to his shoulders, "The cotton has been starched, so whilst it was pressed it burnt it down the little ends where it was weaved" She told him rather matter-of-factly.
"Woah, even Nandini couldn't do that" he told her, recalling his late wife and her many skills, the small smile on her face dying early, cold shards piercing her heart as reality finally coursed in, the music in the background long forgotten.
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So my final update for a really long time, I shall be on and off if you don't get an update for months forgive me but school in beginning and I will NOT have time to do anything.
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