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Originally posted by: lghosh

Here is an OS which is not my idea but was entrusted to me and was requested of me to pen down something when I threw down my towel to pen any further OS!! I am sure I have not done justice to it because the idea was a fantastic one and it did get stuck in my head but whether I really brought forth the intended feel or not is yet to be seen! I will let the person decide for herself whether it is worthwhile or not!! I will wait for your verdict! 😉 Nothing is mine, the story, the idea, the scene, the plot...but only the words! It is only an escapade to both their emotions, so anyone looking for actions and interactions can omit it! Joota, chappals, rotten eggs and tomatoes are all welcome! 😃

And on a very special occasion of a dear friend's Birthday today, it is a small gift from my end to her! Happy Birthday, Rose!! 🤗😃

The Longing

Somewhere in a lodge on the way to Parnagarh

It was pointless trying to sleep anymore. He got up and quietly stood up to walk towards the window!

In Parnagarh

Originally posted by: Kalgi22

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Originally posted by: Vmanoh

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Rose - You will need to apply leave for the rest of the week. 😆

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Originally posted by: Vmanoh

Originally posted by: Vmanoh

And Manu your sigh of relief travelled the whole world!! 😆 It was so much more than only a sigh!! 🤣

Originally posted by: binduprasad41

what an addition lana di...🤣

Originally posted by: lghosh

Here is an OS which is not my idea but was entrusted to me and was requested of me to pen down something when I threw down my towel to pen any further OS!! I am sure I have not done justice to it because the idea was a fantastic one and it did get stuck in my head but whether I really brought forth the intended feel or not is yet to be seen! I will let the person decide for herself whether it is worthwhile or not!! I will wait for your verdict! 😉 Nothing is mine, the story, the idea, the scene, the plot...but only the words! It is only an escapade to both their emotions, so anyone looking for actions and interactions can omit it! Joota, chappals, rotten eggs and tomatoes are all welcome! 😃

And on a very special occasion of a dear friend's Birthday today, it is a small gift from my end to her! Happy Birthday, Rose!! 🤗😃

The Longing

Somewhere in a lodge on the way to Parnagarh

The moon was shining brightly up in the sky and throwing its light through the little window pane inside the meagre room showering its soothing light on the two lying forms. It was a crisp night with twinkling stars shining bright smiling down on the dark planet spreading its wide canvas! One person in the room was deep in slumber and it can be deduced by his even deep breathing that he must have had a tiring day! He was sleeping on his side.

Next to him was the person lying on his back with one leg straight out while the other was bend and was up resting on its heel. The man was tall and very well built putting all the Roman Gods to shame with his sculptured broad frame that is an envy of his own sex and an object of desire and admiration of the opposite. But he is oblivious to these gazes and stares that are sent his way. He never sought them and in his profession the more he remains elusive the better it is for him. His one hand was laid out on his torso while the other was on his forehead but his eyes were wide open staring at the stars searching for a formation of a face with hazel eyes. Even a simple posture like this exudes elegance, sophistication and strength from him, it emanated respect and command right from his auburn hair to his groomed toe! His eyes searched at the blanket of millions of stars which washed on the shore of this universe. But the stars pale in comparison to the brightness of the hazel wonders and their intelligent spark in them underlying sometimes a smiling mischief lurking behind the curtains of eyelashes or the smoky look the eyes conjured when she thrived in pleasure in his arms. From somewhere he felt a tug on the strings of his heart and a smile slowly made its way on that handsome chiselled face.

Many images came to his mind! He knew the day he saved her on the canal bank was the day he lost the key to the vault of his heart! That heart which was shut tight, locked and bolted for good because he knew with the profession he is in he can not afford the luxury of having a loving family life and the strings attached to it. Moreover, his tainted family background about his selfish mother also made a barrier for him to pursue a relationship! Somewhere it always stopped him in not so much for what she did in abandoning her only son at his deathbed but it left a scar in his mind which hindered him from any familial bonding. It was his own shortcoming, his own insecurity! Also being in the espionage business it made him more dubious and he preferred to remain so, away from the prying eyes of the masses! And he had no scruples about it, he was content with what he had, his Huzoor, his devotion to him, working for him, his network of men who were his eyes and ears in his profession of espionage, they were his family, his so-called home in Aidabad and his very own father figure, his Chachajaan! He didn't need anyone else! His whole life was tightly shut behind those bolts that he personally locked from outside.

He kept his scars of his dark life under wraps from the eyes of people and he himself! More than the physical scars that were visible on his body it was the mental scars that he kept behind those bolts unwilling to look at them because it reminded him of the bitter facts of his life that he wanted to keep shut and locked for good. Those memories otherwise flood back from the time when he cried those empty tears for his Ammi but it was of no use and all he felt was more and more pain in hands of his near and dear ones, if they can be called so. That was a shrapnel in his life that never let the wound to heal but the wound was not visible to anyone but he knew it existed. It was raw and bleeding! It was the wound of abandonment, wound of unreciprocated love and care, wound of tortures, wound of insults, wounds of humiliation, wounds of ridicule, wounds of his insecurities, wounds of all his failed unreturned emotions, wounds of neglect!! And he shut all these up behind those bolts in the hidden vaults where no one can view them, not even he himself was permitted to enter there!!

But that day on the canal bank when he heard in that plain matter of fact tone that she has partial blindness he lost himself in those hazel eyes all stunned, at her acceptance of her physical challenge so casually but he also knew nothing would come out of his feelings and thus he again bolted his desire behind those strong bolts. He even removed the topaz ring from his finger that reminded him of those hazel eyes. Like his forbidden past, he even locked her image in that bolt of his and chained himself under lock and key so that his heart couldn't beat for that beautiful face with innocent eyes. She was not meant to be for him. At that point, he knew she is the last person on Earth for whom his heart should ever beat for! Last person for whom he should grow any feelings! She was an assignment for him from Huzoor and all he had to do was keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't get any aid from any of the Hindu kingdoms against his Huzoor. His heart bled for her when she shed those tears for her departed sister and he felt tremendously guilty for what had happened but neither could he help her nor really forget about her. Beyond his control, those eyes broke all the barriers of his heart and brought waves of emotions and passion that kept him awake in the nights, that made him fight against Chachajaan and himself to go any further with her, that made him commit treason by burning all her scrolls and keep it a secret from his Huzoor! Even her smiles shook him from within craving for a little more but the self-imposed bolts kept him at bay. And the chains helped him holding himself back from pursuing. Only he knows what tremendous effort it took for him to turn her away in Aidabad when she came to bid adieu, to bring the frosty exterior to shun her off, to get a stern tone to ward off all her warm tones of curious inquiries! More than the pain she felt he felt it more and that day he felt empty and void from within. Life had no meaning of its own, all he had was his work. He felt she was too pristine to deserve someone complicated like him!

But when he heard She had rejected Kunwar Mahendra then it all changed! He knew he had to save her, have her to himself only to protect her, to make her his own even if she does not want to wed him and he did put his own men and his life and peace of mind at stake to seek her out, save her from the evil grasps of Khalil and then forced her to marry him against her wishes. He never thought a day will come when she will accept him to be hers and will become his in every sense, from every fibre of her being!! And he was willing to be waiting for her for eternity! Even if she never responded back to him, it was okay with him, he was satisfied he did his part savng her and Parnagarh. Yes, it was all then!! Now things have changed!! Unbelievable! Now he is a free man from all his insecurities, his traumatic experiences, his unreciprocated emotions of his past...because today he is complete in Love! And all thanks to her!

His Begum Sahiba have accepted him with all his drawbacks and shortcomings without a word, without a grimace, without a frown! She accepted him wholeheartedly with all his burdens and baggage that he was carrying for life! And that moment of acceptance from her made him free, ecstatic beyond words, if he can love her more he would, if that was even possible! There was no disappointment, no curiosities, no questions from her end about his past, about the scars he accrued, about his insecurities! She enveloped him in her unalloyed love accepting him wholly, solely and completely in her arms of affection and compassion! She is the one who took him out of the black hole that he had restrained himself in! Freed him from his self-misery!

Circumstances have changed in a way where He was not the rescuer per se, it was she who rescued him! She was the source of light who thawed and warmed the numbed ice that enveloped him all his life! She is the one to melt the ice and made him cosy in her love and warm passion! She had the key to those locks that bolted his past, his feelings, his freedom, his thoughts, and he himself!! She came and freed him from the chains that bound him forever and finally let him soar high up in the sky ready to reach the stars! He was a free eagle flying high up looking down below at the remnant chains and the bolts that are all scattered and broken lying below, never to bound him up again!! He saw her throwing the key away never to be find again! There could be no one else who could handle his past, his insecurities, his work and his emotions like she did. He is free for life! Free to love her, free to cherish her, free to pamper her, free to protect her, free to make her his own, free to embrace her, free to enjoy her love, free to revel in the ecstasy of their union, free to relish in the bliss of the moment!! Sigh!! The smile returned to his face!

He turned to look at his friend sleeping! He remembered how he so smartly teased him about his unexpected change of plans and his catching up with him later on. His men, specially Ibrahim knew his dilemma all this while and now he knows he is happy! They are more than family! They are his astute men, his strength, his trust, his reliance...and so far he has lived for them and will do so in future too! It has been 6 days already since he has left Parnagarh!! He caught up with the informer and Ibrahim and now he is on his way back to Parnagarh! It will be another 2 days before he can lay his eyes on his Begum! This is a new feeling for him! This longing, this yearning, this desire, this palpable beats in his heart, the throbbing he is experiencing in himself is so alien to him, an end product of the euphoric moment he shared with his Begum Sahiba before leaving Parnagarh!

His life has changed forever, the moment he heard, "'Yes, your Begum Sahiba loves you like no other... and will do so forever! That opened the dam of emotions that was held within in a flash. He simply had to take her in his arms to make sure she feels and realizes he is not immune to her and he had been waiting for this moment for ages now. He did not think it will come so soon but it did and he was the happiest man alive. He did what he never ever did before, changed his schedule to fit in some romance with his Begum. Akbar Mahmoud Khan who never prioritized anything over work before now, put work in the back burner to steal some moments of love with his wife. And he is happy he did that because he wanted to honour his begum's confession on that day itself, that very moment instead of putting it aside for another day! Those moments were the best times of his life, they were unparallel moments that took him to paradise, he freed himself in his Begum Sahiba from all the shackles he had, he experienced euphoria in her arms, pleasure beyond explanation, a desire that never made its presence feel so strongly within him in an urge. A new emotion evolved on a new day on a new journey with his love.

'My hand is willingly fastened to yours, my Sahib... because without you... any journey I take... along any path... on any day... cannot be beautiful'. And so it was, a journey together, hand in hand, on a beautiful path, towards oneness in Rhapsody! Another smile made its way to the handsome face! Usually, those chiselled features are parsimonious about showering smiles but today is different! The mind is taking a trip down memory lane about their first night! Both took a maiden journey to please each other and left a memory shrouded in bliss.

Her blushing face came to his vision when he asked her to put the bedside lamp down! That image will remain sketched in his memory for eternity! He has not witnessed a more divine sight before! She is an epitome of beauty, intelligence, generosity, kindness, bashfulness all mould together into one. He stared at the moon wondering why do people compare their love to the Moon? His love is beyond the beauty of the Moon, she exudes a golden warmth in comparison to the pale white sheen of the moonlight! He looked at Ibrahim Mirza and saw him still deep in slumber!! Akbar turned over to his right side! His left hand was flat on the floor over his trunk and the right hand was still covering partially his face going across his left cheek to his ears. His eyes were still open, looking at the star-studded sky. Now sleep has completely evaded him!

Her dark lustrous hair! How he loved nuzzling in her hair, running his fingers through the thick curtain, smelling her fragrance in it, playing with it, revel in its silkiness, getting lost in its thick tresses!! Sigh! He could envision her feminine form enveloped in her lush hair that he witnessed for the first time in that soft glow of the lamp and his breath got stuck in his throat! That was a nymphean apparition! He really was dumbstruck in awe! For the first time, his brain stopped working! He remembered how his hand trembled for the initial stroke he bestowed on that delicate skin of hers, he was as gentle as the snow and as light as the air, scared if that vision fades from his sight or if he by any chance scar that form in any way!! She was more than beautiful and slowly little by little he got bold in his explorations in exposing his feelings in actions. More than pleasure it was the ecstasy of seeing her respond to his touches. Her quivering form in his hands only for him to gaze at, and to experience the elixir of lovemaking that was both a pleasure and a pain of sorts. Pleasure for obvious reasons, exploring his love for the first time which showered delectation on them both, him giving and receiving and hers experiencing such delight on her maidenly journey. It was a torment in holding back because his form refused to listen to any restraints and wanted to be liberated in the world of euphoria and yet he wanted to take it slow, trying to get and give the optimum gratification from the pristine journey! What he once dreaded to dream of she made it true for him, she freed him to dream about them openly, to soar high along with her in ecstasy, she made his dreams a reality, she made it possible to embark on a sensuous trip through her confessions of love for him!

Her eyes held an innocent, shy look that rocked his very being and those marvels when turned stormy as the result of his handiwork, it created a strong urge in him to delve into those pools reflecting first rays of desire. When she whimpered in pleasure at his touch and gently moaned, it felt like soothing water flowing from the serene and calm waterfall only to land in a pool of bliss to satiate his thirst! That made him bolder in his pursuit to give her more delight and at times he used the brutish advantages of being a man to make her shudder in raptures of joy. Her hands on him, so tender, falteringly roaming felt like the first drops of rain after a hot, bright day! It was sometimes to stop his pursuit when she was overwhelmed and sometimes in an innocent pursuit of her own which made him quiver in delight and at other times her hands simply held him for support to gain strength in the feverish fervour flaunting her need to ask for more! The golden body in his arms had a soothing touch of a moonlight, calming the warm breath that he exhaled caught up in the heat of passion! And her breath on his shoulders was like the cool crisp air after a bout of heatwave showering and enveloping him in its magic! Oh darn!!

Akbar turned on his back again!! And the final journey of their love was as pure as she herself!! She bore all the suffering to give him the satisfaction! He knew it! She might have hidden her face in the nook of his neck but he knew she had a grimace of discomfort written all over her expressions. And yet when the hurdle was crossed Akbar was happy to give her all the pleasure in the throes of their passion leading to euphoria!

This time he kneaded his forehead just over his eyebrows trying to get the tempting sensations out of his mind! It is unthinkable to see himself lying awake middle of the night reminiscing about their cardinal night of love in a mundane lodge room, being partly aroused and partly idyllic in thoughts about his beautiful Begum!

It was pointless trying to sleep anymore. He got up and quietly stood up to walk towards the window! Looking at the moon he sighed deeply and wondered when will he again hold his love in his arms in an exploration of passionate adventure! "Ya Parwardigaar, iss junoon ko kaabu karne mein madad kar!! Hamari iss mohabbat ke shagofa ko hifazat se rakhna!! Iss nacheez ka dua qubool karna! Ameen! (Oh Lord, help me in controlling this passion! Please protect our blossom of love! Please bless us by accepting my prayer! Amen!) With a smile, he returned to his bed and this time closed his eyes to set out on a journey to his favourite haunt, in his Begum's arms, to lose himself in a beautiful dream!

In Parnagarh

Heera was lying on her bed staring at the moon through her open window. The night was cool and crisp and yet she was glowing in the warmth of her ruminations. She is truly the Begum Sahiba of Akbar Mahmoud Khan in every respect!! The very thought brought a blush up her fair skin all the way up to her face! Involuntarily her palms went up and covered her face in an uncontrollable smile! As if there are her friends watching her...or better him watching her. Heera!!! You are being obnoxious in your brazen ponderings! Shyea!! Middle of the night you are mulling over your chaste journey taken 6 nights back and this has become a favourite pastime of yours. She turned a little on her side chiding herself.

No matter how much she tried she couldn't stop herself! Her hands went under the pillow and took out the small scroll of her husband's! Simple, sweet and short...like always. He is not much in mincing words but is straight to the point! "I've amassed several memories... both, emotionally and intimately. And for that, Akbar Mahmoud Khan has plenty of emotions to convey to his Begum. But the gist of all those emotions amount to two words - a sincere 'thank you' from the bottom of his full heart.

I will eagerly await the next time I can look into your eyes and express this to you, in person...!!" She read it for the umpteenth time. The last line keeps playing on her mind building up her expectations by leaps and bounds and the thought is shy provoking and tempting at the same time!

She put her mane on the side of her pillow and while doing so she recalled how her Sahib loved her tresses and enjoyed being lost in them! He exulted in her silky hair enjoying its texture and feel! And she too returned the favour to its fullest when she held on to his auburn locks in throes of her passion trying to hold him to her frame feeling all delirious! She always loved his luxuriant locks and to run her fingers through them was an unparallel enjoyment and he loved her touch in them as well! Her hesitant touch brought a shudder of ecstasy in him.

She revelled at the thought that she could provoke such temptations to her Sahib and that too as controlled as he is, he lost all verbal powers seeing her silhouette form for the first time. He lost himself in her making her and him both powerless to form any type of regulation. She broke his chains of control and passion. She saw his fingers tremble for the first time stroking her. She was in a stupor at that moment but mulling about it now she rejoiced.

His eyes had a smouldering look which convoluted in overwhelming passion. Her toes curled in bashful remembrance of how his eyes slowly travelled from her face and down below followed by his quivering fingers, his stubbled jawline and his soft and moist lips! Both went along with their instinct and amateur efforts that boiled down in ecstatic culmination. He led and she followed like an autumn leaf blown by the wind following in its tail of direction. And all along his drifty eyes had the power to make love with that burning look he possessed which made her turn red from head to toe.

But in spite of being in throes of his passion, he was always caring! He was compassionate! He was gentle! As much as she slowed him down, he listened, he understood, he stopped, he waited! He didn't rush her, shushed her attempts, or ignored her wishes! That is what compelled her into submission! It was she who stated to him, "But with both of us leading lives where we don't know what tomorrow holds...' and after saying this she will not close her doors on him. He has patiently waited all along and now after she offered her heart she found no reason to hold back anymore and for the first time, he openly displayed his passionate hunger for her, making her cave into his love, his want, his need and fervour!

But that night was special to her not only because it was her initial tryst with passion but because she was privy to her Sahib's secret and his sorrowful past! When he urged her to take the lead she had no clue as to what was lying ahead of her but once she saw the scars of his fame and his shame alike she swelled in compassion! To her, those were the jewels of his crown, that made him what he was today! And she rejoiced in pride that she let him free from his painful past that held him in chains and bolts!! With her tender hands and soft mouth, she liberated his inhibitions and broke the ice that had numbed him for years! He basked in her attention and love which erased his dark past and made him a free man to experience happiness and love in the arms of his beloved in spite of his existing blemished scars of his tainted past.

And she turned pink in reminiscing about the frame of his Sahib that she witnessed in full glory in the lamp of the night! If the lamp was the source of her concern initially but it was a source of revelation as well by the end! She marvelled at his physique which will put many a man of honour and pedigree to shame! He was agile, he was strong, he was lithe and he was hers! He thrived for her and he covered every inch of her form with his own making her his own in every way possible losing himself in her and yet was generous enough to make sure she rejoiced in the passion as well. It was a two-way journey, of gifting and receiving!

The final end of the journey though was uncomfortable and not easy but she still remembered her happiness in giving him the due pleasure of the climactic moment! His gentleness was so welcoming, so invigorating, so praiseworthy that she forgot all her pain and wanted to gift him the pleasure of the moment of his crowning glory where both finally got lost in waves of ricocheting euphoric bliss!

He had asked, a beautiful journey that we'd only just started undertaking... a journey where we create and collect new memories along the way... as we travel together... towards oneness...I take it, my bride has no issues to continue journeying down these blissful paths with me'...and she acknowledged and responded both verbally and in kind to his query! She closed her eyes musing on the tear she shed in happiness to be one with him, to become his Sahiba in every sense of the word, to give him the gratification he deserved! The blush fanned her cheeks but she also exhibited a smile of joy and pride to be his!

Looking at the moon and the star-studded sky she sighed longing to be in his arms again, to experience the joy all over again, to exult in the knowledge that she can subjugate him with her looks and beauty, to revel in the throes of passion, to embark on the journey again to derive pleasure from his attention, explorations of his hands and mouth leading towards oneness that holds a paradisial moment of sheer delight, pleasure and bliss!

These thoughts are too provoking for a peaceful moment of sleep! She turned her face into her pillow and smiled blushing from head to toe! What has happened to her? Any spare moment and she rejoices remembering her chaste journey of love with her Sahib! After a while, Heera sat up on her bed giving up all efforts to sleep, walked towards the window to stare at the glowing moon! Maybe the cool air will do good to calm her down! She smiled again! Is this what Love does to everyone? Maybe! "Hey Ma Bhavani!! Iss prem ko kaise niyantran karoon? Hamari yeh prem ke kali jo abhi abhi khilaa hai uss ko sambhaal ke rakhna, apne aashirwaad hum dono par banaye rakhna! Iss prarthnaa shweekar karna Ma! Ohhmm! (Hey Ma Bhavani, how will I control my passion? Please protect our budding blossom of love and keep blessing both of us. Please accept my prayers Ma. Ohmmm!) With a smile, she returned to her bed and this time closed her eyes to set out on a journey to her favourite haunt, in her Sahib's arms, to lose herself in a beautiful dream!

I borrowed Lashy's nervous dramatic man! 😳

Originally posted by: Kalgi22

Good Morning Periamma, Bindu, Kuki and all my Baisas!! 🤗

Good Evening Vathsy, Pallu and Lana!! 🤗

Yesterday in my exhausted state (Lana don't..😡) I made a blunder by wishing Rose and then it seems everyone followed me...😲🤣 and Rose's statement of my birthday not today and Manu's big sigh of relief... I know Rose you've a fantastic start to your Birthday... 😆 Hope your special day, brings you all that your heart desires!! 😉😆