Originally posted by: shlvrv_Niva
@ paro, krishh - sry couldn't reply to your posts, was busy writing the below š
@ Suki - thanks a lot for the citation, yes 41 wives figure is better
@ Smriti - welcome darling.
now we continue
However Phalguna understood her feelings, he understood it all too well. The exact same want and fire was burning inside his body too. But she was still standing on her own two feets, he would not give in to his want, until she found it impossible to stand on her own, until her knees would not go weak in desire and until she would not fall in his arms, which was her rightful place.
Sabyasachi started moving his both hands over her body, slowly - slowly he moved head down, removing her jewelry one by one. The Maang tika came out first and Arjuna placed a slowly drown peck in its place. The ear rings were big and heavy, Kiriti replaced them one by one with little bites of his own on each ear. Enchanted Subhadra drew her head back, giving him easier access to milky skin of her elegant neck, Sabyasachi removed her necklaces with one hand, while the other one kept on softly drawing circles over her neck, taking her senses in slow ecstatic motion. Subhadra knew they were moving towards the shed, but her mind was unfocused, her motion was slowing down. All she wanted was to fall in her Arya's arms.
Leaving a trail of jewelry on their path, Arjun and Subhadra were making this final journey of fulfilling their love for each other. Moon light glowing upon them in blessing, night sounds of jungle giving them the music of their love. The wind and rays of hope kissing their merging figures. Had Arjuna been a lesser man, he would not have understood the significance of blessing that Subhadra was, that this night was, but he was Dhananjay himself. He knew how to care, he knew how to treasure, and so the strong arms of this most seasoned worrier, held Subhadra in most careful manner. As her knees weakened in passion, he caught her with both arms, and started whispering sweet nothings into her ear. ...
TBC