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Napster -you will not believe me but I sat in a meeting writing an epilogue to this chapter in my head. All I want is a welcome home hug.Originally posted by: napstermonster
Inevitably, she had looked for him, needing rescue. And inevitably he was there, standing between her and pain.
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His jeep was parked on the side of the narrow alleyway. He stood in front of it, waiting, watching her.
So. It would be her choice.
Inside, with Mami-sa and three more days of suffocation. Or away, driving into a wild, free night, with him. Back to the unknown home where she was wanted, back to the odd little family where she was needed. With the man she could not ever imagine wanting to possess, but who clearly thought he possessed her.
But perhaps, it was not about possession. Perhaps, it was about belonging.
Paro stared at Rudra, across the alley, as he looked back at her, watchful, silent.
She could smell his scent, wintergreen and ice. (The smell of petrol and the scent of evening cooking smells rose around her. )
She could hear his breathing, in and out, even, calm. (The barking of street dogs chorused around her in their nightly song)
She could feel his eyes radiate heat, shimmer with a light of its own. (The glaring yellow of gas-lit roadside stalls dimmed and flared, hissing softly).
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Paro got up, and walked slowly to the jeep. Silently, she climbed into the passenger side. Rudra got into his seat, turning on the engine, the soft purring sound roaring into life. She looked out the window, at the passing sand dunes and flickering lights of the city as they drove away from Jaipur, leaning back against the passenger seat. And, as quickly as that, as quietly as that, Paro was on her way back to where she belonged.