And now for yr present is this OS, which I wrote on PaRud. Hope you enjoy it. 😳 I won't say more, as you know my state!😆
Paro finished showering and realised she hadn't brought her clothes along to wear. Heedlessly, she grabbed the nearest piece of clothing from the back of the bathroom door & without looking dropped it over her head, squeezing water out of her hair at the same time. He had been gone for a month. It was exactly 31 days today. She was feeling very restless, unsteady. Her instincts were screaming something didn't feel right. In the 5months she had been with him, he had not once left her for this long. In this vast empty terrain, with only BSD officials in sight for company, every moment of each day and night had been a torture to bear. He hadn't even phoned once to see if she was alright! The thought made her bite down on her lower lip & pull her hair tighter than she should which made her grimace in pain. A region in the corner of her heart squeezed in hurt over his absence.
As she came to stand in front of the mirror she looked on in disbelief when she realized that she had worn Rudra's black kurta. That's how she has been the entire time, walking around in a daze, lacking in attention, yet her senses on high alert waiting for the sound of that key in the lock, or that one phone call. She noticed herself in the over sized kurta that came to stop at her calves...she didn't look that bad? In fact she thought, she looked good and comfortable. And most importantly she felt close to him. His heady scent was intoxicating her. She moved her head taking deep breaths and sighed.
Paro turned hearing a movement behind her. She twirled around in time to see him walking in and placing his hat & glasses down on the coffee table. She watched his eyes, taking in the surrounding before landing on her. Eyes that was equal to an abyss, with an array of emotions twirling within them. One could get completely lost trying to fathom the man behind the intimidating facade he presented to the world. His smouldering gaze flickered over her.
She became very conscious of herself. Paro had the strangest sensation of being a deer caught in the headlight. She let out a strangled gasp. Her heart started jumping at the sight of him. Unconsciously she began tremble. Without realizing she backed away from him coming back to reality with a thud when her back hit the wall.
He walked towards her, taking in her appearance. Without warning he was close, too close for comfort. "Missed me?" He asked in that deadly, sensual rasp. At that moment she was sure she could survive the rest of her life, without food or water, just listening to that raw drawl, in any blistering dessert. Yes, she had missed him. Every fibre of her being was thrumming with excitement. Her skin was tingling at the sight of him, her body seemed to take a life of its own.
She stared back, defiantly, trying to numb the energy that was flowing like an electric shock in waves through her at his nearness. He rubbed the collar of his Kurta. Ah, she understood the question now. Feeling dejected & mentally reproaching herself for harboring other thoughts, she gulped down trying to explain the reason she was in his clothes. "I...umm...I..." She swallowed, moistened her dry lips, and got no further before he laid a finger on those lush petals. Her traitorous body jerked in response. She was wrung up so tight; she didn't think she could take much before she cracked.
Rudra took in the sight before him. It seemed like a piece of heaven was standing there of Paro wearing his favorite kurta. It was falling off her slender frames. She looked delicate, frail, as though she lacked the energy to hold the thin piece of clothing on her. He knew she was unaware that the buttons were still open. A delicious span of milky skin with the hint of her chest was visible, the wet hair, the open inviting lips. He could read the longing in her entire demeanor. Yet, her eyes where shooting sparks of accusation at him!
He had needed that time away. He wasn't used to being cared for, someone looking out for his little needs. He felt at a loss on how to react to her affectionate gestures. He was used to being alone, unloved. He was afraid he would shatter her heart before she could blink. Everything had become very overwhelming. He hated being out of control. He had deliberately taken on more missions this time, to delay his return. It had become difficult to be around her. But when he was away his every cell ached to return back and be besides her. She had become like a drug, a craving, that wasn't his for the taking.
Unwittingly he brushed his fingers against the skin of her neck. Paro's breath hitched in her throat, feeling the touch of his fingers like a hot brand on her flesh. Her breathing came out shallow and fast, causing her near naked body to brush his rock hard chest. Absently, he trailed his fingers from her neck, to her ear, then closing his hands around her hair, pulled her head back, bringing her face dangerously close to his. The harshness of his actions threw her body completely against his. She would swear she could not feel any form of material between them at that moment. She was painfully aware of the state of her body. Her nerve ends were wrung so high. But there was nothing she could do.
She looked at him in shock. He ground his hips into her, so she understood her effect on him when she looked at him with those innocent eyes and that sinful body. Rudra, gave in to the temptation and crashed his lips down on hers. Paro met him match for match. He had ignited a fire within her. It was all consuming. They both dueled with their tongues, conveying their hurt, loneliness, anger, without words. He was rough. She didn't want any gentleness from him. He allowed her up for air, and then began to kiss, lick his way down her throat, with the occasional bite. His hands were demanding, rough on her body. She ached for him. Her hands were all over him, gripping hair, around his shoulders, nails digging in his back.
She wanted him. All of him! She loved him, oh Yes She loved him. He grabbed her thighs & wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked towards and placed her on the dressing table. Paro was disorientated for a moment. Completely clueless to what was happening. She felt something on her forehead & hair. She looked into the mirror to see Rudra had applied sindoor to her maang. All the while his eyes locked with hers. Same way as he had done four and a half months back, the day they got married. And now it was SR!!!
PS.😛 So after the *round of applause* for me,😉 from everyone who read this. I would like to inform you, this OS has been edited by the Bday Girl herself!!😆😆
So all the amazing parts where from her & all the mistake and nonsense from me!!😆
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Jodha Akbar
