Ok...this is just a silly piece of work over last night's episode. It ain't close to anything like the actual scene, but yet...could not help myself...
The roaring rain lashed around them, he felt a shooting pain...a tug at his heart strings, a hope... a glimpse of those eyes...an erased memory...the woman inside was the wife of his enemy! Rudra looked on at the car moving away into oblivion...strange!
"And Parvati?" spoke Aman."Huh! Oh! she will speak for sure...she will" replied Rudra though unsure of himself. He looked up at the dark menacing sky... whatever brought in this unusual thunderstorm during this time of the year!
Rudra walked into the courtyard, running his hands through his wet mane, tired and worn out from the long night.. she was a hard nut to crack...though so delicate...damn the girl...giving him sleepless nights...when he stopped and stared...Ahhh...here she was... his prey, his captive...A Beautiful Gazelle...those long tresses cascading on one side of her shoulder, raised arms around that delicate white swan-like neck tugging at the necklace...what are you indicating at girl? A foolish wrong move...why did you not turn back. He had not planned this...yet the timing was perfect...she would relent...she could not bear him touching her and he would do just that.
Paro looked up to see her predator, The Panther. Bringing her arms down she better move...he calls out, "Ruko!"...her alert mind knew he was all set to attack her again...she moved away from his path...but taking longer strides he zeroed in on her...she walked back...he drawled, "When I ask you stop you stop Paro!"... she walks back thinking only her loved ones called her that...hesitates then says, "you have no right to call me by that name." The predator moved forward...whilst his captivating gaze never left her face...forcing her to step back...she lands against the wall, "Right? I have every right now as your to-be-husband" She would never let him...so tries to get away, when his arm blocks her escape...she looks up...her large almond eyes filled with fear, anger, hate...for doing this to her...he knew she was physically weaker than him...he continued, "you can call me Rudra or even Jallad...when you do so it sounds like music to my ears" She stared into his forbidden eyes, that wet strand falling on his forehead, the droplets of rain kissing his brow...and then those moist fingers reach for her neck, she cries out, "don't you dare touch me." which falls deaf on to his ears...he would do just that...her heartbeats race, she turns her face away and shuts her eyes...his fingers almost touching the pulse of her neck, he bends his head low...their heavy breathing mingled with their emanating heat...he felt the adrenaline rush... she feels a shiver down her spine...gently he undid the hook of the necklace...and looked at her flushed face, her creased forehead, the bindi between her beautiful winged brows, those shut eyelids thankfully allowing him to stare into that angelic face for a second or so. He so wanted to trace his fingers down that beating pulse...but held back.. it was too dangerous...he would lose..he could not fall prey to his own captive...he had got his answers, yet he would not go beyond what he wanted to achieve.
Paro waited with bated breath, still unaware that he was done with it,..."Who wants to touch you," she heard him utter, she opened her eyes, picked the necklace from his hands ,thinking why did she just not push him away, after all he had not held her hands so snapped back, "then why did you Major? I did not ask for help," she dared him for an answer, how could he tell her his question was directed at himself...this was not planned, all he wanted to do was gift her those bangles, "so you still won't sign?" She looked up...he was a man after all and he only knew how to intimidate her physically, "No never" and moves away this time, but only just in time to grab her arm for another attack...he was not done yet...she hadn't cracked...he had to play on her sentiments now...he held her wrist and pulled out the bangles that were held in his back pocket all the time (ok I was wondering where did he hide those bangles- I mean his pockets were flat when he walked towards her)...her eyes were filled with pain this time...how could he...she was Varunsa's widow...why did he have to torture her and play with her feelings..she struggle to get out of his hold, "Shhh..stand still...they fit you perfectly, a gift from your to-be husband, "...he noticed the marks of his hold on her, she accusingly remarked, "of course you would, considering the number of times you held them in a beastly grip!" he looked into her accusing eyes...she was right...she bruised so easily...his prey was too delicate and docile...he wasn't going to apologise...never...so mocked again, "now I would like to know what you would gift me in return." She looked up alarmed at what he just said. What was he expecting...the shutter of a window hit against the frame...he looked away.. the spell broke ...she pulled her arm and ran away...his gazelle fleeted off...whilst the Predator stood there rooted to the spot...knowing too well he had hit the nail on the head...this time the bruise was emotional...why did feel he won some but he lost a lot more. Banging his fist into the wall, he felt a surge of emotions within him. Even a shot of whisky would not calm down the fear rising within him. The Panther, hung his head in despair over a lost battle...and walked into his domain...
Paro reached the confines of her room...Sunheri wasn't around...sat against the edge of the bed and cried her heart out... she hated herself for betraying her body when he touched her, she should have fought back..kicked him, slapped him...anything from allowing to have such a hold on her. She looked down at the red bangles adorning her wrist...she pulled and tugged at them angrily...throwing them away...that lay half broken on the floor at her feet...tears flowing down...she pulled out the maang tikka...a widow of another man just a few days ago...why was he forcing her to forget her past...playing with her emotions, her feelings. She would not given in this easily...she had made up her mind...it was suicidal...yet!
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Picture credit goes to Ultimaterudra, who has amazing way of capturing every emotion...
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