Special OS - Shivika 250th AT - Unleashing The Fire Of Passion

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Milestone - 250th AT

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Khidki

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Posted: 8 years ago

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Trying something of this sort for the first ever time. Read at your own discretion.
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OS- Unleashing The Fire Of Passion

"I m getting engaged to Ragini!" He declared once again, to clarify to the baffled family members, and her specifically.
She stood there motionless. What was he doing? Has he really moved on, like the newspaper said ? Or...Or is he trying his old stunt once again? The bit of news that he had broken was just not acceptable to her.
He came forward, looking at her right in the eye, he asked her whether she was affected . She nodded in a no, not able to even say something. Her phone rang, she saw the Id. "Haan main bas nikal Rahi hoon!" Was all she could manage to say.
His jaw muscles clenched. Wasn't she affected at all? She was busy saying, she was on the way and here he, her ex husband, had just announced his engagement. It should affect her. It should, because it affects him. Everything about her is his concern it should be the same way with her. But she had no reaction at all. Has she really moved on? Was it so easy for her to get over him? After all the time they had spent together. The understanding, care, attraction, concern, sense of belonging, the EHSAAS , the Dard, all that was so easy to get over, for her? The mere thought killed him a hundred times.
He was informed half an hour later, that she was back in the Mansion. He entered the room his blood boiling, he had to see her. She had changed into her black night dress. When he entered he saw her sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair. He noticed the dress that brought sweet memories, but soon his anger engulfed those memories away.She saw him and masked a fake smile. He fisted his palm. Why was she smiling? She should be mad at him, for engaging a certain someone else. But she showed no signs, except her eyes. Her eyes screamed how affected she was from the news. But they din't match her actions or words.
He folded his hands. On the outside he showed casualness, but on the inside his muscles were clenched and his blood boiling. "Back so soon? Kya hua, date cancel kardi, meri engagement ki news sun ke...kitna farak padta hai tumhe, huh?"
She looked up to meet his kanji eyes that shone with something. Something she couldn't precisely figure out her own eyes clouded with pain. "Iss sab se aapko kya...farak pad raha hai aapko?" She asked walking up to him and standing in front of him.
His jaw muscles stiffened if they still could. The confidence and attitude that she stood with, before him,stabbed him in the heart.
In a fraction of second he had kicked the door shut and she was pushed on the wall adjacent to the door and he hovered upon her. His eyes which had been gleaming until now, were now on fire. By the time she could even react he had taken both her hands and twisted it behind her back, resulting in her coming closer to him. Something he loved doing. He was a control freak. And the sense of control he had when her hands were caged by his, was unbeatable. Their bodies pasted against each other, while their gazes locked.
"Farak. Padta. Hai." He spoke through his clenched jaw.
She had a fire of her own. She squeezed her eyes glaring into his, while her hands tried getting out of his strong hold. "Nahi." She declared.
He tightened the hold, pulling her still closer."Padta. Hai.Anika" he spoke , his voice a little more crisp and penetrating, his hot breath fanning her face.
"Nahi" her eyes din't leave his. He gritted his teeth.
His hands left hers and rested on her waist pulling her into him while his lips hungrily claimed hers, without any warning. She tried pushing him but he was too strong. She opened her mouth to protest and he claimed what he felt was only his. She gasped. She had firecrakers in her system. His hands lazily moved over the light fabric on her waist, while his mouth devoured her lips. Crushing her waist in his hold, making her moan. She, finally was successful in getting him off her. "Shivaay!" She grasped for air. He was breathing heavily as well. His eyes moving to and fro from the little view of her cleavage that had come into existence thanks to their small push pull encounter, to her eyes, which reflected a wild fire something similar to his own.
Her eyes looked at him accusingly and yet seemed to be screaming at him asking for more.
"What?" He asked his eyes smoky, voice seeming drugged and his hand still on her waist.
"Shivaay! " she tried bringing him back to reality. Had he lost his sanity!?
"Say it again..!" He said kissing her earlobes. Her hands moved to his shoulder to push him off but all they did was clutch to his shirt there as his husky whisper made her go weak in the knees.
"Mujhe Faraq Nahi Padta, Farak Aapko Padta Hai !" She said close to his ears, with all the brain she could use. He looked at her through the corner of his eyes. The fire in his eyes grew. Before she knew his one hand had moved to her neck and making it arch sideways, he kissed her neck. She shuddered as she felt herself melt at that. He held on tighter to her waist, pulling her closer, giving her support.
She screwed her eyes shut as she felt him rub her stubble against her cheek. His fingers on her waist pressing her skin. She was a mess, burning in his fire. He claimed her lips again , both his hands moving to cup her cheeks. She held on tighter to his shirt. He deepened the kiss pouring out all his passion, ego , anger, lust and Love he had for her. She responded with the same vigour. The moment was insane. He was driving her insane, all she remembered was him, the rest remained forgotten. Her hands ran to the back of his head, to his hair, while his ran back down to her lower body pulling her still closer if that was even possible.
They broke apart finally when they thought, they could live no longer in the kiss. Both breathing heavily, looking down. Her chest heaved against his. Her hands now lazily moved down from his hair to the neck and finally rested on his shoulders. He clutched her waist, getting his grip back, in response. Her simple touches left his skin on fire.
She slowly looked up at him. She was still burning, burning in their passion as much as he was. Their gazes were locked forcing the other to burn the same. He pressed her waist, his eyes blazing in desire. She dug her nails into his skin at the shoulder through his shirt with the same intensity. He groaned and his hand left her waist to her shoulder. While the other ran up her back. She squeezed her eyes as she felt his left hand travel up her back while a shiver ran down her spine in the opposite direction.
He looked at her with desire filled eyes, while she held on to him her head slightly bent down her eyes closed. He gently pulled down the zip at her back a little while his other hand pushed down the strap of her shoulder. Not that it caused any hindrance, but because he wanted to. She jerked slightly at the realisation and shivered under his touch. He left wet kisses all along her shoulder making her whimper in response. Her right hand had now moved to his waist as she clasped onto his shirt, her breath fanning his cheek.
Enough he had had. He was hungry for those lips again. He kissed away those lips and looked at her. She looked drugged. She wanted more. She moved closer lost in their little world of passion they had unleashed. Her left hand fisted his shirt near the top buttons of his shirt, while her right still clasped on tightly to the shirt at his waist. She reached his lips and pecked them softly as ever. He moaned at those soft torturers. He cupped her face to kiss her to insanity, when they were brought out of their world of passion by a certain squeaky voice.
A voice that belonged to his mother. He cursed under her breath. Her eyes widened in shock as she just realised, all this wasn't any dream. They were really making out in their room, behind closed doors. She was relieved seeing the curtains drawn as silence complemented the hot air. He had turned his head towards the door figuring out the scene outside. While she looked at him wide eyed . As the situation sinked in the embarrassment surfaced up.
He glanced sideways, towards her. She looked like the most beautiful mess he had ever seen. Had she realised her disheveled condition? Her hair all messy, her lips all swollen and pink, her dress of course, just as he had left it. It gave him an ample amount of view to things, and he shamelessly did check her out. Only then did she realise and tried turning slightly. Only to realise his grip was still strong on her waist fixing her to the spot. He silently chuckled, as she looked embarrassed, her lashes flickering.
While he turned his gaze back to the door as he heard his mom's voice, she was looking for him! While she quickly settled the strap right, feeling no better after what had happened. How did it even start? She Wondered. She was too lost, when she noticed him. He looked slightly disheveled too. His shirt was all creased, only making her turn beet red.
He sighed cursing. Timing! Damn.
"Shivaay?...Kahan Chale Gaya?" The voice approached the door. He gulped and his eyes grew wide, and he looked at her who was equally shocked. They looked like smugglers caught in illegal activity.
He indicated her to stay quiet. She drew in a deep breath and he saw her in the eye.
"Maharani Victoria so bhi gayi mere bacche ke kamre mein, pata nahi kahan gaya mera baccha...ek toh phone bhi nahi utha raha hai!" The voice grew fainter.
He sighed in relief.
His relief was short lived as the voice came back-"Iss Anika se poochthi hoon shayad usse pata ho...!"
She knocked on the door, and he slammed his eyes shut in exasperation and itched his forehead with his right hand.
"Annikaaa...Shivaay ko dekha hai kya..!" She shouted killing the silence.
She looked at him and he looked at her his brows going up.Yet again the voice screeched.
He indicated his thumb to the door asking her to reply. She nodded in a stubborn NO,trying to free herself. He pulled her closer into an almost hug, holding her arm in a good grip. He whispered in her ear as inaudibly as possible. "Send her away!" She took in a hitched breath his whisper was more husky than anything. She gulped to get her voice back and he smiled realising the same. "Mujhe nahi pata woh kahan hai...""
He pulled apart slightly, indicating her to say -let-me-sleep. She shook her head in NO. He tightened his grip pulling her closer. "Mujhe sone dijiye!" She managed to say aloud to the lady outside.Her trembling voice sounded more like a sleepy one. Pinky let out a few taunts and left. While his gaze was fixed at the door. Calculating the steps moving away.
She pushed him freeing herself finally. He looked at her cocking up a brow. He stepped closer. She knew stepping back would only encourage him more. She stood still , glaring at him. "Yeh kya kar rahe the aap..?"
He grabbed her wrist pulling her closer while she tried to resist. His face close to her bare shoulder- "Dehk raha thaa...Kitna Faraq padta hai!" He smiled smugly, kissing her wrist passionately. She trembled under his hold. "Nahi ...nahi padta hai!" She said crisp and straight pulling away her hand.
His anger rose. "Really? Toh Jo abhi hua woh tum sab ke.."
Before he could complete there was a tight slap across his face. She looked at him in disgust. How could he even say that?
The slap triggered his anger and annoyance. He pushed her to the wall, and pinned her palm up. Glaring at her , rather shooting daggers at her through his eyes. She struggled, he only stepped closer leaving no gap of air between them.
His eyes were flaming and so was hers. He tried hard to keep the fire within him, but she always set a few sparks out, and they only hurted her.
Soon her eyes gave up on the tears she tried to hold back. Tears rolled down.
" You make me feel this way every time! " she said in a feeble voice.
His heart which he had made into a stone of ice melted in the flames of those tears. His hands which had been pinning her palm to the wall, quickly left her palms and cupped her face.
"Anika...! I din't mean it." Guilt that rose in his eyes was reflected in his tone. He never knew what he spoke in anger, or how much his words could hurt. He kissed away the tears. He was as helpless as he was.
She looked at him accusingly. Even in the past he had linked up her with Daksh in his head. Can't the man get the fact straight that it was just HiM for HER. No one else, could touch her the way he did. No one else could make her feel the way he did. No one else could be HIM for her. No one else had the rights what he had on her.

His own hands trembled, he always destroyed the delicate he had in hands. "I try hard not to..." He said his voice shook with guilt. "But..."
It pained her to see him that way. She knew what lay inside him. She knew him too well.
She claimed his lips in a slow gentle, healing kiss. "No one ...Just You." She whispered, assuring him that she was just for Him.
He looked broken. She hated herself for it. She intertwined her palms in his. She kissed his eyes. "Never say that again!"
"Mujhe utna hi faraq padta hai jitna aapko", she added, tears glistening her eyes.
"Don't cry," he whispered, nuzzling her cheek as she hugged him viciously.He cupped her face, she hugged him. Breaking away that hug, both caressed each others face smiling. Slowly the smiles were replaced by something more.The need, the desire, The Passion Was Back. He caressed her cheek with his thumb, she parted her lips, her eyes pools of desire. Both pulled closer,kissing each other like there was no tomorrow.
The fire of passion they had held within themselves, for too long. They finally unleashed it. The world could go to hell. All they knew was the other. As the two passions met the fire was blazing, still hotter than before. Pushing and pulling each other like wild beings, and yet staying content in each others hold. Pushing the ego, hurt and prejudice. Pulling closer the care, the love. In content with whatever the two had in hands.

The two had held strong fires of emotions within themselves for too long. Now that the fire was left unleashed it blazed in brilliance. The longing , the craving to burn together, finally fulfilled. The Long held Passion and Love finally left free and wild to be on its own.

Their Wildness. Something that defined them. He was wild in his own sense and so was she. When two wild fires met they created the most beautiful fire ever. They would burn each other and yet soothe. If they were the pain, they themselves were the cure. The fires were meant to complete one another, and yet stay blazing forever.

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Posted: 8 years ago

Welcome lovely <3 glad you love it and so sweet! 🤗Thank you for the compliment 😳

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Posted: 8 years ago

Banner is so beautiful ...lovely...awesome...adorable... Cute ...out of the world... Chummeshwari... Droolworthy
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