Originally posted by: IssPKaur
I hope you know that my favorite moment of the show is in here! And you've played it out amazingly well. Uff. Talking of loops, my insides did a loop when i read it, you sleepless in singa girl!
he was dragging her up the steps of a temple. the night was unforgiving, fires raged within. her wrist was crushed in his grip, her tears flowed, her crimson lehenga studded with a million sequins gleamed, a scream for help? but who was listening.
as fire and the eternal as witness, and in the presence of the night and the winds that howled, the temple bells that rang out timeless words of union, they stood face to face, eye to eye, a man and a woman; caught in a moment where breath would stop and begin.
he thrust a chain of black beads and a touch of pure gold around her neck. she stood still, unable to fathom the claim of a disdained mangalsutra. you are mine, it seemed to say. dismissive fingers took a pinch of vermillion from a ready platter as if someone knew he would come, he would come looking for this one day. he had to hurt her, he had to make her his. you are mine, said his eyes. you are nothing, said his lips, no one to me, just the signs of a wife, but not her place... cruel fingers marked her with red, a sacred streak of sindoor so false. i am the truth, it seemed to say. she had no words...
she was so lovely, all he wanted to do was fold her in his arms and say, "how could you do this to me?
Just so you know, i have collapsed just cutting and pasting!! God, Indi!! This is truly brilliant...
And then, just when i thought i'm done for the day, lo and behold, here it comes! A Luscious Loop Moment tops off the already heightened madness in međ
"don't you know how i feel?" he wanted to ask her as he covered her face with a hundred kisses, ran his fingers through her loosened chestnut brown hair, buried his face in their silken wiles, felt her skin melt at his touch. he wanted to hear her silent permission to undo that dori of her tunic, to run his fingers up her arms leaving a trail of goosebumps, to hear her moan when he gazed at her perfect body then took her in love, in only adoration. to hear her sigh when they reached where they'd been coming to all along. ever since that moment in a bright blue morning pool. and a plunge that took them drowning. all the way to breathless.
that endless moment.In other words, a LOOP! A subliminal one this, but
loopworthy incomparabilis!!!
And how can i forget you started with Harold Pinter! You had me at Hello madam!!
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