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He beckons to her, calling out her name, seeking her undivided attention. It is an impossible task to get her to spend time with him nowadays, he reasons, for she's always busy hopping around with the other women-folk; the O'Bahu gang as they like to call themselves. Yet, he makes an attempt, and reaches out to her, and she turns around when she hears her name escaping his lips... She finds her name sound like a divine melody when he says it out, and only he has the power to melt her insides with his mere voice...
She shuts her eyes when she feels a gust of red in the air around her. And she recognizes his essence in it; she knows, he's coloured her... RED; The colour of passion, the colour of intensity, the colour of authority, the colour of love...
With a mischievous smile playing on his face, he looks at her. He's finally succeeded in smearing her with colour, just like she had challenged him. Adrenaline rushes through his veins when he sees the dusty red air settle around her, while the ghost of a smile still stays on his lips.
She watches him closely, as the mischief in his grin is replaced with something more intense; something unreadable; something that she can sense and is very much aware of, but cannot put a word to it. Through the gap of her fingers, he gazes at her, watching her, absorbing her being into his senses. He sees her innocence in her eyes, reminding him of his very reason for falling head-over-heels in love with her. He sees his passion reflected in her eyes, reminding him of how she manages to consume his entire self.
She watches that unreadable expression on his face, as he walks towards her, studying her thoughts, understanding her quickened heartbeat, reading the deepest core of her soul. He moves towards her in lazy strides. For today, she has nowhere else to go, and neither has he got to be elsewhere. Today, in that moment, it was just him, just her, just them, and no one else. The artist within him looks at the magnificent art he has just created; and he is certainly pleased.
Time stands still, while their eyes do all the talking. Words have never been on their favour anyway. It has always been silence that has strengthened them, and brought them this far. And so, in silence they stare at each other, conveying what they felt, to each other what their words could not do any justice; with all the longing and yearning. It's as if they were being drawn towards each other by those invisible threads of love that bound them in holy matrimony...
The artist watches his muse, his artwork carefully, while the artwork patiently waits for his gaze to rove over her. He knows, she is perfect. Yet, he finds a reason to run his fingers over his muse. And so, with a hidden mischief and an known intention, he reaches out to her.
He sighs, wondering what has he ever done to deserve her, reasoning how he could be so blessed to have her in his life; a life that was once filled with darkness; a life that she has managed to lighten up and colour, with her touch. Yes, she could be totally crazy, but the fact that she was HIS and only his, only made his heart swell with pride.
The artist in him is awakened, as he still gazes at her in silence. Her heartbeat quickens; his mere presence has always been her undoing. Smudging the color on her cheek, and blending it onto her skin with his expert fingers, he senses her rapid pulse and is pleased to know the effect he has on her. Not that it was news to him. She was always an open book, with her feelings and emotions written across her face. Her eyes were the mirror to her soul, reflecting the most minute sensation she felt within.
She feels his fingers splayed on her cheeks, and reveling in the feeling of his mere touch, she closes her eyes. Perhaps she thinks it is too good to be true. Perhaps it was a dream. A dream that she chooses to savour, than wake up from. And as the artist is done adoring his masterpiece, the husband in him resurfaces, looking at her with all the love in the world; a love that he has never experienced earlier, a love that she taught him to feel and emote.
It is as if she senses the change in his touch; the transition from a skilled artist to her lovable husband. And as happy as she is, being coloured in the colour of his love, she smiles with a gentle blush adorning her cheeks, knowing that she would melt to a puddle if she stood under his scrutinizing gaze...
She tries to escape his intense eyes, trying to hide from him. Not because she was afraid. But because she overwhelmed; With love, for her man who married her. With awe, for the man who saved her life from evil. With respect, for the one who began to see her as his equal. With desire, for the only man who has been this proximate to her. He had other plans though. Holding her hand, he stops her from going away. She's been too far from him, for a really long time. He isn't sure about the next moment he is going to be this close to her. He doesn't trust time nor luck. So he pulls her back to him, beckoning her not to go away, as if he has something more on his mind...
Pulling her back in his arms, he envelops her in his embrace. She can feel his heart thudding in anticipation, just as hers. She feels him encasing her in his frame. With his nose against her temple, and his lips barely away from her cheek, she feels his breath fan her face, and that is enough to send hot, white flames through her veins. Again, she closes her eyes when she feels him brushing his nose against her skin, as if inhaling her own feminine fragrance, and memorizing her natural scent.
It sends his blood churning into molten lava when she leans against his chest. Holding her hands in his, he tries to caress her soft skin, which he is grown accustomed to. He wonders for a moment if this is how soft she feels all over. The thought is tempting, intriguing and so bloody sinfully delicious, it sets his soul on fire. He yearns for her to stay close to him, but also knows she is new to intimacy. It makes his heart thud faster when he thinks of him being the first and the only man to ever be this close to her. He feels like a child on Christmas Eve who has got his favourite present, and is ever so eager to unwrap it, having his gift all to himself in solitude.
She relaxes against the crook of his neck, as he takes his own sweet time to caress her bare arm. And this time, she notices, he's coloured her skin again. This time, it is not just a sweet, gentle caress. She senses a sort of urgency, a fiery desire as his palm gently runs down her arm. The thought makes her blush again, as she sees him touching her the way he passionately sculpts his artwork. His trained hands try to mould her; no, not physically, but emotionally; moulding her in this newfound intimacy and colouring her with some desirous foreplay. He finds reasons to keep touching her, and his breath becomes laboured when he senses her knees turning weak. She was as soft as the wet clay, welcoming each of his stroke, each of his brush. And he knew, when she looked into his eyes, that even though she was as naive and innocent as they came, she had a raging fire within, which with the right stoking could burn him up. And oh, how he wishes to be burned...
She looks at him with all the love in her eyes, making it known to him that even if they hadn't crossed that barrier in their relationship, she was all his, only his. And he could read the assurance, laced with innocence and love, in her eyes that she belonged only to him. And he silently promises her, that they would be there soon. They would be one, in mind-body-heart and soul, soon. And she knew, there was no right or wrong time for that to happen. It would happen, at the destined moment.
And as he coloured her soul with his love, while she lit up his soul with her light, they could only speak with their eyes...
Haters and Bashers, please stay away. If you cannot say anything in appreciation, try not to say anything at all.
No instigation, taunts will be tolerated. Kindly stick to discussing RiKara's holi scenes only. I have put in a lot of effort and love into this thread. Let's keep this thread a pleasant and a love-filled one.
All Pic Credits to Lakshmi Akka ⭐️
Arjun
