Originally posted by: cute.manasi
Exactly five pounding beats later, she appeared - her arrival announced by the tinkling of anklets, and clinking of bangles, as always. What used to be the occasional visit had steadily become a lot more common of late - her fair form dropping by every night. And with each passing visit, the painting that was her face grew more vivid, more beautiful. So beautiful that it smothered him breathless.
Then, the mattress beside him shifted, as she took her usual spot.
'Kunwarsa...' The smile floated right through her sultry voice.
'Why? Why wouldn't you stop coming? Why wouldn't you stop haunting me?'
'Are you certain you want me to stop visiting? Because if you truly did, I would stop, you know...'
When he had no answer to give, she picked up his silk kerchief and dabbed the sweat off his forehead like a dutiful wife would, her raven curls falling on his face, tickling his jawbone in places.
'You are exhausted'
Her fingers teased the tendons on his arm that were throbbing from the countless hours of training he had been putting in. Practice was supposed to make one's skills 'perfect', but how much practice would be enough when duelling with the Ustaad, who was famed to be perfection personified?
'Out there... your friend, Khalil - the one who plundered my modesty - has been growing fat in prison... and here, you're overworking yourself, Kunwarsa... didn't you hear of what happened to the Ustaad? He is as good as dead, they say...'
'I know...' grumbled Mahender
'Oh Kunwarsa...' she tut-tutted her tongue, with a melody at the very tip of it -
'You ruined my sister, and her husband too.
You ruined your father's dreams and your wife true.
Worst of all, you ruined me through and through.
But amongst all these ruins, you never saw how you've ruined YOU!'
'Damn it, Durga Bai!'
He wished she'd stop. Wished she'd go away. But, she came nearly every night. And when she did, there was nothing he could do about it.
So, he lay there, waiting for the nightmares to end.
But would they ever?

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