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It is but when nightfall engulfs the world,
That Moon reflects sun's light.
Lost in the shimmer of day,
Does anyone know Moon's plight?
Recap:
They were all sensation and sweat and cries and moans and sweet, sweet pain mixed pleasure as both tumbled into the abyss most call love.
Panting and replete, warm and cozy; Geet lay covered by Maan's body as he tried to give away all his heat to her. Her eyes closed even as a smile played over her lips. Maan lifted his sweaty head from her bosom, kissing her lightly on her smiling lips.
"Forgive me Mishty"
And he let sleep take over them with a heavy heart.
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She woke up next morning to a replete feeling, a fullness she had never experienced. Her body was covered in a worn out but warm blanket. It was a bright morning, cold though but she felt good.
"Maan" she looked around and saw him standing by the window.
Barely clad, he was wearing only his jeans and looked lost in the hail outside. His back tensed, muscles clenched around his torso as he stood waiting for the inevitable, staring outside at the primal sun rise, groggily enlightening the reposing world after a night of storm. A real storm.
The fire still burned low in the rear hearth; imparting much needed warmth to the room.
Hearing her sweet voice Maan turned around only to see her getting off the bed and move towards him. She was wrapped in his oversized T-shirt which he had put over her early this morning. Seeing her blank face he braced himself for the worst; his fears gripping him as he saw her stand in front of him.
"Mish'"
His sentence was left incomplete as she tiptoed on her feet and placed her lips on his, winding her arms around his neck. Warm soft honeyed on his firm taut lips. That moment took awayeverything, all of Maan's fears, all of his insecurities. Her lips were on his. Sucking them softly as Maan encircled her waist, embracing her into him his lips did a magic of their own. Sucking and biting he parted her lips to enter her and then they were one, real one!
They say that a kiss is the real surrender, even before love is consummated'..
Because a kiss in itself is surrender!
In their case however, the final surrender came in quite late; none the less welcome as he shielded her in his arms, exploring her secrets, but this time with her consent. They had kissed before, been close; but the surrender had never come. It was her choice and she hadn't made one. Until this day, when Maan made it, rather had to make it!
Maan felt her cheeks wet and parted only to see her cry, her eyes tearful and her cheeks reddened.
"I'm sorry Mishty" he said softly.
"I'm so sorry" his voice a husky whisper, wrapping like a silk around her frail form.
"I know you possibly hate me for what I did...but ...I am sorry. Please don't leave me." he said looking down.
"Hush" she whispered.
"Sorry. I would never do that agai..." and she silenced him by keeping her finger on his lips.
"Chup. Bilkul Chup. Maan. Dare you say that. And I am not going anywhere. I can never leave you" she said softly, smiling at him.
His fear lessened at her reassurance.
"Please don't hate me" he said, now kissing her hair and nuzzling her temple.
"I never can" she answered.
"You are too precious to me and what we shared last night was'.well, what we shared." She murmured, cupping his cheek.
"I was in my senses, not completely though; but I knew what we were doing and why you were doing. You are not at guilt Maan" she said, almost sobbed cupping his face to urge him to look at her.
"I never gave it a chance; I was too weak to make a choice" Geet continued.
"But I love you. Soul and Body... And...now, I need you." She whispered still looking him in the eye.
But he still seemed lost and insecure.
Dazed.
Shaken.
He still wasn't able to meet her eyes, his own guilt gnawing at him. Sensing it Geet pulled the black thread out of her neck and put it around his neck without a second thought. It was a thread with an amulet, a Taveez. Maan looked at her and then at the Taveez hanging down his neck.
A moment had changed something, a moment had changed everything.
"Someone gave this to me years back" Geet muttered softly gazing at his confused expression.
"It was her gift to me, her last gift with the blessing that it will bind me to her land. Today I give it to you with a prayer that it will bind me to you."
Her face was flushed, lips swollen, curved in a smile as eyes radiated mirth and trust'.immense implicit trust in the man standing in front of her as she kissed the Taveez beaded in the thread around his neck. And then went on to kiss his chest, just above his heart.
He was surprised she was still willing to stay back, he couldn't thank his stars more as he took in her glowing form, her post coital mirth shone on her face too.
It was as if she reflected his love, just like the moon had been reflecting sun's since time immemorial!
And now the moon had given herself to the sun, tied them up for a lifetime to come'
"We are bound now" she reaffirmed looking him in the eye.
"Forever?" he asked.
"Forever" she replied with pride laden voice,
And happily went in his welcoming arms, nuzzling her face in his bare chest, clutching his back tightly. Maan smiled a relieved smile after hours of worrying and self loathing. His Geet was his, now in every way possible and she wasn't leaving him, not in a hundred years!
"Well in that case, I cannot fulfill my earlier promise" he said seriously.
"Earlier promise?"
"Yeah! The One where I said I would never do this again" he replied with his smug grin, trailing his finger down her back mischievously.
She shuddered even at his chaste touch; her body suddenly becoming so responsive!
"Who said you have to fulfill it?" she whispered playfully in his ear, biting it lightly.
"Two can play the game" Maan smirked picking her up in his arms.
And there, their game began- to keep the other warm!
Bright and radiant, the sun shone over snow capped mountains as the little lumber cottage and two of its love struck occupants basked in the glory.
And Storm subsided as it always did another morning.
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Another morning.
Pale Golden rays from Far East brought calm to the place; the rising sun, pale and innocent as a newborn brought with itself calming atmosphere that mellowed down the storm and returned peace and tranquility to the two beings sitting there in each other's arms, braving storms raging outside as well as inside themselves.
Maan felt it was safe to get up now and he called out to Geet, only to find her asleep in his arms. She must have slept sometime during his stint to protect her. His arms provided her with all the warmth and care she once had and had craved for in his absence. It indeed was her haven.
Maan didn't have it in his heart to wake up his sleeping dream. She was sleeping peacefully like an innocent child, as if she hadn't reposed since ages. A trail of drool lined down her lips, the clear sign of her peaceful sleep as Maan smiled softly at his child-woman; the shy smile he hadn't smiled since ages.
Wiping the drool gently with his finger pad, he kissed lightly on her lips; just enough for his lips to linger over hers. Maan could go on staring at her forever but he knew the task at hand was more than important. He had to send her across without letting any harm touch her and that would only happen if he made her board the steamer before vigilance officers took notice or his own troops came searching.
He felt like a criminal who had eloped with his lady love, correction, one sided love because she had professed her indifference towards him years back.
Without disturbing her sleep, he carefully picked her up in his arms.
Apart from her wellbeing, there was a selfish motive to his gesture. Now he would be able to see her to his hearts satisfaction without her knowing about it. He would take in her sight; content his heart, fill him with her for the whole life to come. He took long steady strides, stealing glances at her.
Walking with her in his arms felt so special, so right.
Only if things were right!
Only if they were in a better world!
Only if she had been his!
He would have given his everything to make things work between them, lost anything he had to get her back, destroyed his own world to restore hers. But he didn't even have the right to sacrifice for her. She herself had taken that away from him. Unrequited love was definitely most painful but plight of a man who had experienced love and then been deprived of it was the worst in this world. He was living the pain everyday and dying with it every moment.
He had still loved her.
Yes he had, after everything; he had still felt the same way for her after all these years; Hell he had. The resentment was there, anguish burnt alive and grief ate him up but the divinity and serenity of his love regenerated from the same fire after seeing her again.
The phoenix would rise again and again.
Forgiven but not forgotten,
The divine night lingers on,
However bad it seems,
The awful life goes on...
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