Prologue
She felt heart was pounding. Her mind was racing and Her pulse quickening.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want too," Armaan mumbled softly. He tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear as he speaks.
"No," Shilpa shook her head. "I want too." She enveloped her hand over his, squeezing it lightly in surety. accidently hurt you." his voice became tense, and he held onto her even tighter. "You promise, that if I do something that you don't like, you'll tell me."
she nodded slowly, keeping her eyes locked on his to show that she fully understood the concept.
"I love you," she then whispered into his chest, leaning her head, "I know you would never harm me. I trust you." she pecked the skin where her head is laid and breathed out a sigh with the tears of happiness.
He smiled, and without another word, lifted his white cotton tee shirt over his head and tossed it in the corner without a care in the world. her eyes and heart experienced a sharp sting of current passing through them and she felt herself blushing even more in anticipation of what is going to occur now.
His body was just like it was in her dream. Deeply tanned, and beautifully sculpted like a statue. He looked exactly like one of the models you would see on the cover of a magazine, the ones that only dated anorexic supermodels or actress'. But he was real. And he was all hers.
"Wow," she sputtered not knowing what else to say. "You're gorgeous." Her eyes blinked at his 6 packs. She gulped on the sight which made armaan smirk at her admiration. Shilpa immediately bitted her lips from hurting her cheeks more because of blushing.
He chuckled and took her in his arms again, their bodies pressed up against each other made her nerves tingle, but she remained calm. His skin was warm, and smooth; another thing taken straight from her dream.
He suddenly then lifted her, and carried her in his arms until they got to her bedroom, helping each other tear off our clothes along the way.
When they arrived, he laid her on the bed and proceeded to crawl next to her.
"Any special requests before we begin?" his smile sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight as he stared into her anxious beautiful eyes.
"Yes," she exhaled staring up at the ceiling. "Whatever you do--don't get me pregnant." She tried to speak something out of her bated breath.
He snickered and kissed her bare shoulder blade. "Your wish is granted."He smirked before coming on top of her. And then, the room became still, and the only sounds were the ones that came from the two of them together, making something beautiful.
The low rumble of thunder awoke her the next morning. She was lying on her stomach, she had her back uncovered and her arms intertwined around her head.
Armaan was still sleeping next to her, his muscular arms wrapped like a snake around his pillow. His slow, steady breathing was peaceful and soothing.
The soft music of the raindrops outside would seem relaxing to some people, but to her, it was a distraction.
she shifted her body sideways so she faced Armaan, and slowly she inched her way over to him.
His eyes remained closed as she watched in awe. His chest rose with each breath he took in, and collapsed at each one released. She then wondered if it was really possible to love another the way she loved Armaan. Some might say it is, and then there are the others who say that love is a complete and total waste.
But judging by the way they acted, and spoke around each other proved to her that yes, it is possible, and that these kinds of relationships aren't just alive in books and movies.
She rested her head on Armaan's shoulder and gently ran her fingertips up and down his chest, thinking about last night and what had happened. It was beautiful and powerful at the same time. She had never really done that with anyone before, and she wondered if Armaan hadn't either. If he put more passion into their love making than he did with others.
she now wanted him to wake up, and shower her with love like he always did. But he looked so peaceful, and so relaxed, it would be a sin to awake such beauty.
But she didn't care. she brought her lips to his neck, and then brushed them up the side of his chiselled face, and up to his ear.
"Wake up," she whispered.
He didn't move an inch. He still lay silently, sleeping like a newborn infant.
"Wake up," she said somewhat louder. "Armaaannn, wake uuuppp."
"Mmm," he finally moaned rolling onto his back, eyes still shut.
"Armaan," her voice became sterner. "Wake up." she climbed atop of him and spoke again. "It's morning."
He opened his eyes and smiled when he saw her. "I know it's morning, baby. I need some rest."
she ran her hand through his messy deep brown hair and sighed. "No, you need to get up. It's getting late."
And then, she realized how completely unaware of the time she was?
She rolled off of him and sat up, holding the sheets against her chest. She stared at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed. It was blinking the time that read eleven-forty-two.
"It's nearly noon," she said turning back to him.
"Fine," he giggled ripping the sheets off of his body. "We can't stay in bed forever."
she got up and went straight to the bathroom waiting for him t enter after her. He then switched on the tap and started to fill the little Jacuzzi she has in her bathroom.
Armaan saw her disappearing in bathroom, he waited before confirming that she had left inside. He peeped once more in her direction and started to collect his cloth quickly. He put on his t-shirt back and then his jeans and other attires. He picked up his watch in the end from the table. He glanced at the mirror and set his hair with her comb. Now he looked much fresh then before.
Armaan slipped his one hand in his pocket as his eyes were locked on the door frame she is in. he took out a note, checking the words he kept it on her bed under a weight so it wont fly.
Then he started walking to the door to her room, dialling out a number as he did...
"I did it father. Send them in. I can't wait to see gupta's name in mud. The disease they forced us to burn in, will now burn themselves in it. ise kehtey hai insaaf!" He smirked and stood on his track in between the door, turning once more to her. He could see her reflection from this almost transparent door. She had her back to him and was busy shampooing herself.
Armaan smile widened on thinking about something; he tactfully took it the ring from his finger and tossed it on her bed.
"good bye, beautiful." He said finally leaving the room.
Cricket
Bindi
Udne Ki Aasha
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