~pari~ part 64 page 133 july 25th - Page 80

Part 63

Geet felt she was dreaming for sure because she hasn't felt like this before. It was like she was in a trance, and she didn't ever want to wake up. She felt the surge of emotions sweep through her in tides that she could not control. She gave up fighting. She gave in.

She crushed him into his arms and he kissed her the way she was never kissed before, touched her the way she was never been touched before.

She knew, she shouldn't let her guard down. But there was something about this man that drown her in, and undid her.

The second he walked into the apartment, his scent captured her senses. If she closed her eyes, she could swear that she knew that scent well. She could feel it in her veins. But when she look at him, she couldn't place him.

She listened to his voice and she could almost say it was familiar. But she didn't remember a thing. She still didn't remember him.

Maan Singh Khurana confuses her in many ways. Maybe that is why she was not ready for him yet. Everything was in place.

She felt, she was ok, she was stable even after losing whole one year of her memory. But when he is around, he confused her, he threw her out of balance.
Like... her mind tells her one thing, but something else inside her is fighting for him. She felt torn within. When he touched her a while ago, she felt her nerves jump. His feel on her felt was so comfortably familiar. But she didn't know him. And she couldn't trust what she didn't know.

The song he played haunted her. Yes she has heard this song. It was in her playlist. She has heard it many times. But when she heard him play the song.. Her fingers seemed to know the tune. Her heart hummed it along. The urge was so strong that she had to shift her posture to compose herself. When he stopped.. It was so easy for her to continue. The confession... like she has been longing to say this to him. When she cupped his face.. Oh she wanted to tell him .. he was her everything. It was all so confusing. He understood so well.. That she didn't mean it.. It broke her within.. That he actually knew her so well.

It was so easy to melt into his arms. She felt she tasted salt on his lips and she knew he couldn't stop crying anymore. And she just wanted to do anything or everything to make him feel better.

Every inch of her wanted to feel him.

He so easily carried her to the bed. She probably warned herself, she had to be careful, but she just didn't care anymore. She gave in to her desires. God, she wanted him with every fiber of her soul. She had never felt like this before. She had never felt so attracted to any guy like this. It made her abandon sense and reason.

They had sex. No, this was not sex. This was not just lust. This was something else. Something she could not place.

And definitely she couldn't get enough of him. It was like she had been longing for a long time and now she found her peace. His touches, his kisses.. The way he said her name.. His moans.. It all felt like a drug to her and she craved more every time. Like she was addicted, her want was beyond her.

The whole love making was like feeling lost for a very long time, and then finally finding her way back home. It was comforting, satisfying, exciting, confusing, and scary all at once. And she didn't want it to ever end.

It felt like the first time for her, and yet she also felt like she have done this a dozen times before.
And when they were done, he gathered her in his arms and held her tightly, breathing in the scent of her, she buried herself in his chest, understanding for the first time in months, what her sister, her parents, and Tim have been telling her since she woke up at the hospital.
"She was head over heels in love with this man."

He kissed her head softly. After the kiss, neither of them said a word. He stood up and turned on the lamp. For the first time, she saw him fully naked. She swallowed. She realized as well that for the first time, she was naked in from of a man. Was she!! Yet it all felt so natural. He went to the closet. When he returned he was holding a spread in his hand.

She was uncertain of what's going to happen next. She felt little embarrassed. Like he understood and pulled her closer holding her hand. He kissed her again, passionately, driving her insane, her hand automatically wrapped around him and kissed him back.

Then he pulled off the spread they made love in, which she noticed .. she knew what it was. She was still vaguely expecting it to be stained with her blood, but it was not. She took a deep breath, so she indeed was not a virgin. He threw the new set of spread over the bed and then laid down on it. He pulled her to him. She rested her head on his chest again. She heard him quiet breathing in the darkness and all she could do was smile to herself. She shied and kissed his bare chest and held him against her tightly.

Her consciousness does not remember him. She doesn't recall when she seen him. But his scent was all too familiar, the feel of being in his arms felt like something she wanted to be in everyday.

She doesn't remember him, yet. But she knew she is going to. And even if she doesn't, how can she forget this night? The feel of being in his arms, the magic of this lovemaking will haunt her dreams, even her waking hours.. She blushed furiously.

Tomorrow...
Tomorrow, things would be different for between them. Tomorrow, he will not hurt because of her anymore. And for the first time in months, she felt the lightness in her chest. He hugged her tightly. And just like that she tucked closer. She fell asleep with his skin keeping her warm, and his scent intoxicating her.

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