Hey y'all š here's an os requested by Sowmya after the Dekho Naa Dekho Naa sequence, Virika's little romance in the hut ā¤ļø really there wasn't much I could write for this, especially when the scene was so beautifully picturized, but here you go. Hope you like it š
The rain continued to fall, even when the music stopped.
She could hear it murmuring sweet nothings from outside the tiny hut, but she couldn't understand what it was telling her. Gentle pitter-patter. It matched the beat of her heart, quick and flurried.
She had been cold before, shivering with her thin sari clinging to her body, but now there was too much heat. Firelight and flames. They danced in his eyes, sparking gold.
Everywhere they touched, she felt anew. He tilted her face towards him gently and her eyes closed. Because she closed her eyes when she prayed and when she dreamed and this was both a prayer and a dream. There was such elusive reverence in a kiss.
He kissed her only once, a tentative brush of his lips on hers. But that was in itself such an entrancing thing, it left her lost...searching...seeking...
She felt the back of his fingers lightly caress down her cheek, her neck, her arm, as though removing all remnants of rain, before entwining his fingers with hers. She liked the way they fit together, interlocked with no spaces between them. She liked the gentle press of his body over hers, not enough to crush her, but enough that she could feel the heat of him through his thin white shirt. And she liked the way he felt, in sharp contrast to the blades of dried grass pricking at her skin. There was uncertainty. And there was conviction. She was a muddle of emotions and sensations.
"Jeevika," he said her name. And that was a bidding. She opened her eyes to meet his.
There were questions in his eyes. Questions that he did not seem to be able to form in words, but she understood them all the same. They asked her if she loved him. And she answered with her eyes. Because she wasn't able to form her answer in words, but he understood all the same.
So, when he lowered his head the second time, she lifted her chin up just the slightest. No more fear. No more hesitance.
The rain fell harder. She felt warmer.
Kisses fell upon her lips like rain. Fingers tightened, he twisted her wrist over and a small sound escaped from her mouth. He deepened the kiss; she felt a sudden rush. A rush like the way she felt opening her arms to the rain, welcoming it. And then, because it was a rush, he broke away, rolling over on his back. They stared up at the roof, in a pause to catch their breath, retrieve their senses. The rain calmed.
He switched to his side; his shirt was plastered to him; it did little to hide his body from her, she could make out every contour, trace the plane of his chest with her eyes. When she realized she'd been unabashedly staring at him, she blushed, but then saw that he'd been sneaking glances at her too. He reached out with his hand slowly, waiting in case she flinched or felt uncomfortable, and when she did nothing but look at him trustingly, he let his hand slide under her dupatta, tracing patterns on her bare stomach. She caught her breath because the feeling was so foreign and yet so lovely at once. His touch indelibly etched into her skin.
And the way he touched her was with such adoring gentility that she could not feel afraid. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead, her cheek, the line of her jaw. Scattering tiny kisses down her neck, his thumb stroking over her stomach.
Then he pulled back again and looked at her intensely. He knew with steady resolve, that this was neither the time nor the place for going any further. But he knew that if he had, she would not have stopped him. "Jeevika," he murmured her name again because he liked the way it sounded, "Mrs. Vadhera," he said, because it was a possession of words and she belonged with him.
He sat up and she did as well, holding her knees to her chest. "Virenji?" There was no sweeter sound than that.
He turned to her and she asked, "Why did you say my name?" She looked confused.
He smiled, "Because I wanted to." There was no other answer than that. This entire evening had been because he wanted to. Because he'd set aside his reserve, his work, his responsibilities and simply followed along with what impulse told him to do.
The rain had stopped at this point. There was a silence that made her nervous. "Is anything wrong?"
His eyes widened, how could she possibly think that? He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and said, "Everything is perfectly right. You're perfect."
She smiled back, resting her head on his shoulder. Her lips still tingled pleasantly from his kisses; her fingers unconsciously rose to touch them, as though wondering if she was in a dream. He caught her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers, "What about you?"
She looked at him shyly, "About me?"
"How do you feel?"
She ducked her head down, biting her lip and got up, but he caught her dupatta and she stood before him, illuminated in the soft light of the fire. He let his hand trail up her back before letting go of it and tucked his chin at her shoulder, wrapping his arms about her waist. "How does it feel being Mrs. Vadhera?"
"It feels nice," she smiled bashfully.
"So you like being married to me?"
She nodded, still with that adorable smile and it made him ever so happy. He couldn't resist teasing her though, "Just nice? You prefer being Jeevika Chaudhary?"
"I'm still the same person," she surprised him with her own rebuttal, then surprised him even more when she said, "But I'm better when I'm with you."
"I'm better with you," he said honestly, "You're right, you're the same person with different names. But, if you're Jeevika Vadhera..."
"I'm yours," she finished his sentence very softly.
"You're mine," he whispered against her neck.
They stayed there for a moment, before she moved, "Virat will be coming soon."
He inwardly cursed; how he'd love more time till he did. These few moments of solitude with her were precious. But, there was no regret for their stranded moment in the hut, instead of at the resort because she had made it quite clear...perhaps not in so many words...but she had told him with her eyes and her lips that she loved him.
He might not have said it to her either. But he knew that she knew and that was all that mattered.
They stepped outside and the air was cool, brisk, newly washed. Jeevika took a surreptitious breath of it. How she enjoyed the little things in life. He loved that about her. In world where he was constantly focused on work and responsibilities, she'd shifted his entire world around and made him carefree.
He took her hand in his and lifted his face up to the sky.
And though the rain had stopped, there wasn't any loss when he knew the rainbow would soon arrive.
Tum Se Tum Tak
Ganesh Kartikeya
