My take on Imlie's Mehandi Episode, what if this happened. Of course my Imlie is slightly less obtuse compared to the one in the show so..
Also, Thank you @Egle for the collab, you gave me this wonderful idea and helped me review and edit the story. ❤️❤️
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For one brief moment, under the guise of being inebriated they both forgot why they were fighting and just let loose.
Many times she wanted him to just color her. She wanted to color him.
Then in the room, the way he applied color on her, when his beard grazed her cheeks, almost touched her lips she could not breathe, she had almost lost control, her body was not her own.
Her hands wanted to reach out and hold on to him. Her stomach felt as if butterflies were captured in it looking for a way out. She had never felt this way before, so she ran before she could embarrass herself.
He had asked her to read his Truth, in his eyes, Imlie recalled the next day while getting ready for her Mehandi. He told her how he respected himself and put himself first so he would not provide any more justifications to her questions.
Her Amma and Aparna ma were working on her hair and both were gushing about how wonderful Aryan is and how lucky she is to get a life partner who would always be by her side.
If he was so wonderful, then why was he forcing her to marry him. Couldn’t they have figured out a solution amicably together. Why was revenge so important to him?
Arpita di had mentioned how the Rathore’s had not played holi for almost 4 years after Arvind Jiju’s death, she remembered. So lost was she in her, no the Tripathi’s trauma that she forgot to understand Aryan’s. “When did I become so selfish?” her mind asked her.
Her eyes teared up thinking again of all the times he stood by her like a rock providing unconditional support and strength.
Her Amma was saying something to her, looking at her teary eyes “Bas Imaliya, don’t cry anymore, you have no idea how much Aryan Babu hates to see you cry. You may not remember but he promised me that he would ensure you would put yourself first, always.”
“Was that it, was this the reason,” Imlie wondered. “But how would marriage force her to put herself first. How would ABP ensure that the Tripathi’s won’t interfere again with her life and her decisions.”
“Sure, Aparna ma said that she should not worry about them anymore, but would that work, was it feasible. Sure her upcoming marriage would ensure her loyalties were now no longer with the Tripathi’s”
With all these thoughts swirling around, Imlie was led downstairs.
Aryan and his family were waiting for her downstairs for the function.
As she was descending the stairs their eyes met, blush crept up on her cheeks as she recalled again what had transpired between them a few hours ago.
That his eyes seemed to be staring at her hungrily did not help her situation either.
The family made them sit on one chair, his proximity, his scent. Why did this man have an enigmatic pull? He felt like the sun, bright and powerful and she could not help but be attracted towards him.
As the ladies applied Mehandi on her hands, she could feel him staring at her, the little space they both had on the chair was not helping, every moment or so she could feel his body near her and any time he brushed against her, she felt like her body was on fire.
Did she really have to wear such a low cut blouse.. Ugh!! she almost groaned.
Close to midnight, she retired to her room, still thinking of the day she had. Her Amma’s words, his words and his actions all swirling around in her head. She needed to straighten her thoughts.
As she turned on the light to her room, there he was waiting in the darkness for her, the objects of her thoughts and maybe her desires. She had wanted to ask him what he was doing in her room so late, but when he took a step closer to her, his eyes glinting with an emotion she dare not name or speak out aloud nothing came out of her mouth.
There was an indescribable feeling and pull in his eyes, that as much as she wanted to take a step back she could not, instead her body propelled her forward towards him.
Step by step they came closer, stopping only a hair’s breadth away from one another.
His hands gently, slid down her own, holding her hands in his, he brought it up to his lips. He started kissing every one of her finger tips, the drying mehandi already sensitizing her skin inflamed her senses even more. His thumbs were drawing circles on her inner wrist, generating little electric currents.
Why was this man torturing her so much? Imlie wondered again. She wanted to be pulled against him be surrounded by him in his arms, but he just kept her far away enough and close enough that she could feel everything and yet nothing but wanted more.
Once Aryan was done with her fingers, his lips moved to the inner wrist, he gently nipped her, eliciting a moan from her. Hoping that now he will pull her against him she moved closer but this time he stepped away.
Leaving her confused not for the first time. He gently tipped her chin upwards and kissed her on the forehead. With a quick Good night he left her room.
If Imlie didn’t know better she would have thought this all to be a figment of her imagination, her wrist still a bit indented and pink told another story. Her body was again betraying her.
She knew she did not have all the answers, not to what just happened or to what was going on in her life. But Imlie was a fighter and she would take this challenge head on. Only thing she was not sure about anymore was whether the challenge was being near Aryan or curbing her growing feelings towards him.
Whether the challenge was not to be married to him or to fall irrevocably in love with him.
She just was not sure anymore…
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