Part B
Pal...
A mehndi parlor ...Rhea looked surprised ...
Kitkit agar mehndi dalungi ...toh saree
kharab hogi na ...she looked concerned knowing well the cost of the silky heaven
that she had draped...
Mai hoo na ...he winked...
He had instructed the person to get her two
full hand designs ...no space should be left ...
Rhea sat there patiently ...
her hunger pangs
were back and she feared her growls should not reach to the artist...
Zains eyes never left her even once in that
two hours ...
intrinsically designed ...her palm and back of her hand ...were covered
with the green paste...
the aroma of heena mixed with her flowers was almost
making her sneeze now...
Finally, they walked out ...her palms still
wet and she doing every possible efforts not to touch something or someone ...the
strong aroma following her ...
He made her get in the car ...and stopped at
a beautiful lake ...
a few kilometers away from the city ...she was surprised to see
it so secluded ...
the Hesaraghatta
Lake was a pristine and untouched water body
They walked in towards the water front ...he
opened up a news paper and made her sit
on it ...
Clumsily she sat ...still not sure if she had
spoiled her saree...
the thin zari layer almost shone in the sun now ...
the glint
on Zains face warmed with his serene expression ...
he opened up another
newspaper while she was still holding her mehndi clad palms as straight and as
high as possible.
Her hands were straining now ...
Da ...he looked at her straight in her eyes
...he was sitting right in front of her ...
Bhook lagi hai na...
She nodded trying to save in the left over
energy ...
Par khaogi kaise ...
She looked at her hands ...the dark green
shades and again towards him ...
Mai khilaunga ...he smiled ...
She suddenly felt a strange weirdness ...she
was actually shy ...
He opened up a container ...Zain was a
perfectionist when it came to planning ...
the whole lunch ..with napkins ...spoons
and yes a bottle of buttermilk ...fully south indian style
He opened another bag ...out came a banana
leaf ...
he arranged the food items on it ...one by one ...a tinge of chutney
...
followed by rice ...a mixed vegetable and a bit of sambar ...
doused on the pile
of rice. Very symmetrically he had dug a well in the middle of the rice
hill..
the rice was soaking the multi-flavoured lenthil soup ...
He looked up gain ...
Kitkit ...yeh kya hai ...
Yeha aaye hai ...toh yaha ke logon ke tarah
khayenge ...
He slowly gave her mini bites ...she was
enjoying eating it ...
almost when the food was about to be done ...she realized he
had not eaten ...
Tum bhi lo na ...he started taking the next
alternate bites...
It was a blissful feeling to be fed ...
almost
her soul was being filled with love ...
an untouched and divine feeling ...
Around the second last bite she forcefully
snatched away his spoon with her bite and spit it down ...instructing him to feed
with his hands ...
A small bite with three fingers reached her
mouth ...
she was almost licking his fingers now ...
her touch on his skin ...
the
erotic sensation was making Zain uneasy ...
She was nibbling his fingers now ...clean dry
...
Zain quickly took away his fingers and
offered her some water followed by the buttermilk ...
small moments that made up
his dream ...
She saw the waist chain falling out ...it had
broken ...dangling from one end of her waist ...a silver line half broken ...
He looked at her waist again ...an alluring
and inviting sight ...
Coming close to her he touched her waist
...
his eyes held hers ...captivating the moment ...
she closed her eyes when he
came very close ...
his touch was filled with passion ...an igniting one ...that had
burned her body ...
And a flash came...a distinct memory ...
the
touch the closeness was an old one ...
she had a mehndi on both her hands and he
had pulled out a cell from her waist pouch ...
placing it on her ears...the touch
was a familiar one ...and the hands were as soft as his ...
she had known him
...lived this scene ...
but who was he ...he was wearing a coat ...
a blurry face ...a
smile ...
She opened her eyes realizing Zain was
still starring at her face ...scared ...
He had moved away in an instant ...creating a
physical rift big enough to be filled with an uneasiness
Da...
Chale ...she abruptly got up before he could
even ask ...
He wrapped everything ...unaware ...what she
had seen ...opening the door of the car and calling the driver on his cell -phone
to be back ...
The drive to the room was a silent one ...
Teri khamoshi se ek ajeeb sa daar lagta hai
...
Dil bewajah hi zoro se dhadkta hai ...
SIM
Pre-cap: Rhea kahi ...kuch yaad toh nahi aa raha hai ...usse😉
Edited by Zainedil - 9 years ago
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