They did not tear their gaze away from each other. The thought of moving away was not even remotely present. She was not shy and he would not be distracted. They lay there in a state of rapture..
I was also in the state of rapture.
If inside in that stifling musty dark warehouse we saw a young boy and girl delighfully forget the world, hidden behind those boxes in bright sunlight we see a man and woman loose themselves in each other.
hayeee!!!! they are romancing and I'm ecstatic, as if Khushi's soul inserted me.😆
He grasped her and leapt to take shelter behind the mountain of cardboard boxes. She lay cocooned in his fierce embrace. Her head burrowed into his shoulder. Frightened she whimpers holding him tight. Her eyes were clenched shut and it felt like she almost wanted to will away the danger. Here wrapped up in her Arnavji's strong arms she was safe.
He lay still. Alert. Tensed taut face peering to get a sense of the whereabouts of their pursuers. One protective arm flung across her petite back. If he could he would steal her away from this harsh world. Keep her safe, guard her laughter, treasure her innocence.
Uff I just loved it, how he muffled her body in his embrace.
The music caught on before he did that they were lying, their torsos entwined closer and more physically connected than they had ever been. Of course they fell all the time, but the music knows that today is special. Before this they have never been forced to savour the moment.
My naughty mind is veering to different direction. How she was lying in between his leg, I was thinking how he controlled his libido!😉
There was the peril of death. Danger of being caught. And surrounded, but undeterred were two lovers. Even before the man and his woman knew the music could tell. Rabba ve sang of sorrow and pain, but also of their love. Tere ishq mein.. In your love.. But ishq has an almost passionate connotation to it as Wiwy and I had been discussing earlier.
Minute details.. Their heaving breaths. She has had dhak dhaks and been breathless when he has been near, but this time it is mix of exhaustion and terror for both. The sweetest part, the panic is more for the sake of the other. She clutching on to his shirt collar. Crumpling it in her tight grip.
He had confessed his love on a phone call. Direct as always he said.. Khushi I love you.. She has confessed her love by finding a way to get to him. Running into his arms, throwing him out of balance with her enthusiasm and desperation. They had let happiness take over. Now it was time for awareness.
awesome thought.
His jaw clenched and the stubbled cheek wobbled a little. Her plum lips rested delicately against his nape. His face was also close. Those lips of his just shy of brushing her cheek. Slowly she raised her head to meet his piercing eyes. Unhesitating and now looking all grown up, ASR stared and drank her in to his heart's content. The bleeding cut across his face added a striking dash of vivid raw red into the frame, just like her dress. The color of passion and desire.
what you wrote is just uff!!!
For a fleeting exquisite moment their nose touched gently. Her gaze gets drawn to his lips. Maybe she didn't know what she really wishes for, maybe she did, maybe it doesn't really matter. Maybe he thought of the first time her lips had caught his attention when she had landed into his arms. Maybe he remebered the bewitching wonder filled night of Diwali. Or maybe he was too dazed to register any coherent thought overwhelmed with the thankfulness of having her safe in embrace.
She has shown through her every gesture , every word, every look how much she loves him. And he has allowed himself to feel the love he has for her. And she lay flush against him, sweet, trembling and trusting,
too much love, I was getting ecstatic.
Being able to hold onto the person you love. Hold him close so you can feel his heart beating against your own. Experience the unison of rhthym. Breathe in her fragrance. His breath tickling. As your body registers it is wrapped in the arms of person it belongs to how it revels in the feeling of safety and wonder. Together, entwined, connected lay Arnav and Khushi.
Evil has its uses. The threat of Shyam was the cause which led to the effect of ASR compelling Khushi to marry him. If good old Rocky inadvertently brought about a most beautiful hug, then today three stoogies served the higher purpose of orchestrating this moment of pure bliss for Mr and Mrs Raizada.
And though I thought of sensible things during the extraordinarily touching scene I also was expectant and wishing an incomplete experience reached completion today. And because I do think there are two characters who till now were cheated of a lot of fun they could have had, I needed to give them a voice.. Guess who?
Flawed, and certainly assymmetrical,
But have you seen me smirk?
When just a 'hi' comes out of me,
Girls young and old do get entirely hysterical.
I could show you love, that you only have felt from far.
Tease and torture, also leave you begging for more.
We are so impossibly close, I daresay.
Darling, you don't know what we missed out on today.
Oh you do look unbearably inviting.
Generally am moving excitedly with all the talking,
But with you in front of me, coy I do become.
What would it be like to feel you against me just this once?
A lovely round shape, startled I do take, delectable, glossy and pink.
My quiver, had it not caught your attention the very first time?
We should have come together right then.
Time and time again, this I do think.
awesome!👏👏👏
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