Shivika FIC- Fallen For The Tempest (Dark)-Epi -8 updated on pg4

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Khidki

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Posted: 7 years ago

#11

Originally posted by: AYUSHIVISHU
wow...its something new...
a little dark story...
loving this...she dared to love the storm...she is strong...if she loves the storm then you should accept it's whirlpool side too . ...at the end it will be beautiful

Thanks Aparna!

Yes quite different from what I write😆

Never thought anyone would like it, but still I wanted to write.

Glad that a few of you like this😳

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Khidki

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Posted: 7 years ago

#12

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She hadn't realised when he had climbed the stairs and when they had entered the room. He laid her on the bed. For the first time ever she thought she was looking into his eyes which held emotions other than anger or disgust.

His breathing was staggered. He took in a hitched breath. He ran his fingers on her face pushing away the wet locks that rested on her face. She squeezed her eyes at his touch. Sparks, that his touch brought into existence, radiated into her body like a fire.

Desire had caught them both. He realised what he was doing and slowly began to pull away against his wish.

She held his hand. Her eyes looked deeply into his. He looked at their hands. His fingers slipped between hers, fitting perfectly. He looked at her his face written in amazement.

His lips parted and he switched his gaze back to her eyes then to her lips.

Her other hand gently rested on his chest as he inched closer.

A matter of minutes and his lips were against hers. She felt his hissing breath, her heart exploded with the sound of thunder, her every cell felt a falsh of lightning. He was so close. His body over hers.

They were lost in the kiss. They were like salt in water.

He gently moved his hand to place it on her waist. He loved it. The feeling. Her closeness.

She deepened the kiss. He was soothing her! The kiss was giving her, an, an escape. She din't want it to end. Just like the blowing wind felt against her, his body felt against hers. Just like the droplets pecked her lips, he kissed her lips.

The calm, the completeness and the mystery of unknown she felt when she witnessed storms. She felt the same in that moment.

He pulled apart to breathe. He was struggling for air but wanted to go back there.

He looked at her. He felt her eyes speak to him. Could eyes speak?

He felt her pull him without making any movement. She was the flame, and he the moth.

Their hands were still in each other's. He pressed slightly, she was holding on tightly. He looked at her. Her eyes were blazing. Her lips quivering.

Cursing his lack of control, he bent down and claimed her lips, this time roughly, in a need, in a thirst. A thirst that did not seem to quench.

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Gayathri

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Posted: 7 years ago

#13

Wow...new story..I love it.

Waiting for MORE parts dear😆

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Khidki

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Posted: 7 years ago

#14

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Things proceeded from one to another. His dry soul and her broken soul, found solace in each other.

She let herself sail in his winds. Once again. His fingers rubbed her shoulder, pressed against her waist, ran down her arms like feathers. "Shivaay!" She whispered his name.

His eyes immediately made their way from wherever they were to her eyes. She was waiting for him to look at her.

Her saree was carelessly scrambled aside, like his shirt. She was scared very scared. This shouldn't be happening? Why not? Why should it? Why shouldn't it?

She slammed her eyes shut. The confusion was at the on set in her mind. The desire was gaining speed in her heart. She was a chaotic rubble torn between her heart and mind. She did what she always did! Followed her heart.

He dint know why he felt it. He felt a need. He felt a need to be completed by her! Was he, was he incomplete? He wasn't right? He was complete in himself. He needed no one, right? Then why did he feel like a loner in the desert incapable of quenching his own thirst?

He gazed at her. Her eyes, her lips and her eyes again.

He raised his fingers and brought it to her lips. Her lips trembled slightly. Her hands moved around him, hugging him. Pulling him closer. She was cold, her soul was freezing, she needed his warmth!

It was not long before the two blended in each other, looking into each other's eyes. Aware of the tumult of emotions within themselves. But, also aware of the quest of the unknown to give them, solace, and completeness.

The sharp sting, ignited her soul. Freezing before and now burning. The transition happened in a blink of a spark. She clutched onto his shoulders tightly, as he took her into a world of his own.

She ran her fingers on his face as gently as possible. She was afraid, he would react. His reaction meant nothing but anger. He dint! She rested her head on his chest, hugging him close. She faded away into peaceful slumber.

He gently stroked her shoulders. He liked the feel of her skin against his fingers. He stared at her, she was asleep. He closed his eyes. She had conquered and acquired his world. She was within the walls of his territory. He had let her in!

He closed his eyes tired. It had been a long tiring and frustrating day. But the night had been a far more eventful where unexpected events had landed him up in nothing less than a chaos.

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Srivalli

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Posted: 7 years ago

#15

Awesome story!!

Loved it.

Very well written..

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Rida Sadaqat

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Posted: 7 years ago

#16

Woww.. what an incredibly interesting and intriguing story.. I loved how you compared Shivaay to a tempest..
loved the angst in the story ..
do continue soon 😳