SAJAN - A BLAST FROM THE PAST - PART - 6
She was running. Running hard and fast. She had to escape. Escape the man that was chasing her. The monster that was chasing her. She had to get out of there.
Bang! She fell straight onto a person who stood in front of her. She looked up at him, terrified, her heart clenching with the horror of what was happening. But the face she had expected to see was not there. Instead, it was her best friend. The man she loved.
"Samrat," she whispered and collapsed into his arms. He hugged her back tightly, his arms wrapped around her waist. She started sobbing loudly, burying her face into his chest.
He stroked her back gently, whispering soothing words into her ears. "Shh. Chashmish. It's okay. I'm here now. You're safe. I won't let anything happen to you."
She nodded against his chest, her sobs slowly dissipating. A moment later, she stopped sobbing completely but held onto him for dear life.
"I love you," she whispered into his chest. "That's not right," thought Samrat. "Chashmish does not love me." But in here, having her in his arms like this, hugging him as she was, it felt so right, like they were two halves of a jigsaw puzzle, like they were meant to be together. Like they were soulmates.
So he didn't contradict her statement. Instead he replied.
"I love you too, Chashmish," he whispered back, tightening his arms around her. She looked up at him, a radiant smile on her face which was completely devoid of any traces of tears. Her eyes, slightly red-rimmed from crying, now shone brightly.
He didin't say anything as his lips descended on hers, hovering lightly above hers, hesitant. She reaponded eagerly, wrapping her arms around his nape, understanding what he wanted to say. He knew he didn't have to say anything.
The kiss was gentle but harsh.
It was passionate but innocent.
It was hungry but fullfilling.
It was a dream but reality.
It was sorrow but true happiness.
It was friendly but romantic.
It was happines in its truest form.
It was sadness in its saddest form.
It was time, stopping and waiting for the two of them.
It was friendship.
It was innocence.
It was passion.
It was love.
Samrat could neither see, hear, taste nor feel anything but the angel that was nestled in his arms. He sighed contently into her mouth as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, tasting every inch and corner of it. His arms tightened around her waist and stroked small circles on her back.
An eternity later, they both pulled apart, panting for breath. The kiss had been both too long and too short for the both of them. He rested his forehead against hers, sighing happily. She looked at him, her deep dark eyes radiating love for him. There was nothing in those bottomless depths that showed any anger, sadness or worse fear. All trace of her tears had vanished with the kiss.
She buried her face in his strong chest and the two stood silently for a long time. No words were needed, as no words could explain what they had. It was the coming together of two souls that had been kept apart from each other by circumstances and fate. It was union of two halves of whole that had been lost in space and time. It was everything that this world represents-happiness and sorrow, anger and friendship, light and dark, yin and yang, sun and moon, sky and earth, fire and ice. It was love in its truest form.
Suddenly, she stiffened in his arms even as they felt a growing patch of a wey, dark red on her back. He looked at her horrified as her the dark red liqud that was supposed to run in her blood-vessels leaked out of her body, taking with her life as well as his. She reached out for him, desperately reaching for his lips, needing his living touch, perhaps knowing that she had barely a few seconds to say a goodbye to him, that this time her goodbye would last for an eternity.
He, in desperation, pulled out the knife that was protruding from his lover's back; the knife that had so rudely decided to make itself a part of her body, thus effectively taking her away from him for eternity.
"Samrat." Her voice was weak, desperate and pleading. "Kiss me." He, filled with anguish, did so, his lips finding hers and ravaging them, angry and desperate and pleading. Angry because she was giving in to their inevitable seperation so easily; desperate because he needed her to live just as much as he needed to breathe in air, perhaps even more so; and pleading because he was begging her to not go.
"I'm sorry, Samrat," she whispered aginst his lips, her voice growing weaker with each syllable. "Don't mourn me. I love you."
Her hand that had been clutching desperately at his hair just seconds ago, now loosly hung around his nape. Her eyes closed of their own accord even as he close his in a silent prayer for time itself to be reversed and bring back the one good thing in his life that had made such a big difference to him.
"I love you too," he whispered, as Gunjan Bhushan passed away in the arms of her lover, her lips still on his, killed by the inhuman servant of his jealous ex-fiancee'. The battle was over, the evil witch had won, the princess killed and the so-called knight-in-shining armoutr had been left empty and hollow, the only half of a whole, his other half never to set foot on this earth ever again. The two souls had been torn apart once again by a cruel blow of destiny, left to reunite in another time in a another era, eons from now.
"NOOO! GUNJAN!!!"
Samrat awoke with a start, sweat coating his limbs as he sat up in bed. It had been the most vivid dream he had ever seen; as if fate itself was showing him what was going to happen.
"No!" he swore. "I will never let that happen. I will never let anyone hurt Gunjan. Ever."
The dream had been vivid, every single detail etched into his mind. Gunjan falling into his arms and sobbing against his chest, the feel of her soft lips on his, the way her perfectly curved body had curled into his well-structured one melting into him, the dark wet spot on her back, her desperate reaching out to him, the way she had kissed him a final goodbye, the way she'd left him forever. Every single deatail.
If he closed his eyes now, he could still feel her lips on his, he could still feel the fire of pleasure course through his veins just as it had when he'd kissed her in his dream. But he could also still feel the sickening blob of wet behind her back.
"I'm coming Gunjan. I'm going to get you back so that we can have our happily-ever after. I'm coming, fair princess."
He got up and readied himself for the day. If everything went according to Mayank's nearly fool-proof and impregnable plan, then they would have Gunjan back safely with them in a few days. The evil witch would have ben defeated and the princees, the knight and their friends would all have their happily-ever-after. But something told Samrat that it was not going to be that easy. It never was. He could feel it in his gut. Something very wrong was going to happen. A warping was about to take place in the world and he, his love and his friends would be in the middle of it, probably even its cause.
He knew it and he was sure Nupur could feel it as well. The two of them knew that there was a serious wrong about to happen and they could do nothing to stop it. They were powerless against an unknown force that could probably wipe them out without a trace if it so wished. They were powerless against what was about to happen. They were powerless against the unkown and looming dark future; against fate.
Edited by rose-princess - 16 years ago
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