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So this is it...
A long due OS for all my lovelies, you know who you are!
I was always sceptical of writing intimate scenes, there's a very thin line between beautiful love scenes to crass vulgarity and its very tough as a writer to stay within the boundaries to create something beautiful and meaningful without crossing over.
I sincerely hope I havent crossed to vulgarity. Forgive the mistakes, havent proof-read!
This is their time, their first time, their time together.
Enjoy.
We Made Music...
Manik's patience was wearing thin. Like laser thin. His friends were getting on his nerves. Yes they were friends with Nandini, yes they liked her and wanted to spend some time with Nandini but according to him, they have pretty much overstayed their welcome. The surprise party Manik threw for Nandini at his farmhouse was a massive hit, and her Bambi like doe eyes glistened with unshed tears, her happiness reflecting out of the moist brown pool of her large eyes.
He had finally shunted his friends out of the door, they had hung around the doorstep, lingering on teasing him with knowing looks and cocky smirks, while he looked on with exasperation.
"Manik" she whispered, her voice, a slow mellow husky undertone. That voice always undid him, like literally brought him down to his knees. Even during that time when she refused to speak to him, he craved to hear her whisper his name, the soft tone that caressed his name on her lips.
He walked up to her slowly, embracing her in a slow hug that like literally took her breath away, her heart constricted with the feelings that she felt for him, the flame of their love has started slowly, but now it was a slow burning heat, the kind that curled her toes and warmed her right up to the bones even in the cool chill air of a dusky December evening.
He looked at her and then smiled teasing her out of her reverie with a cocky smile.
"So is that note still high? Or are we ready to harmonise?"
She looked at him, a small teasing smile on her lips, as she fled " Lets make music, Manik"
He followed her running behind her, quick on the uptake that Nandini was ready, so ready for him.
He caught up with her in two long strides, "Not fair Manik, you caught me way too early", she said in a breathless laugh.
" Tum itni choti hain" he smirked using his hands to elaborate how tiny she was before he pulled her into his arms and carried her away, climbing the staircase that led to his bedroom in slow deliberate moves.
"Will it always be like this with us" she asked him aloud in wonder
"Like what" he asked her indulgently
"The pull and the push", I still remember you carrying me away the first time when I broke that 17th century antique of your mom's" "Look how far we have come and yet, some things still say the same" she said, her voice inflected with awe
He just smiled at her. Just smiled as he kicked open the door to his room.
The room was pitch dark, lit up by a million stars on the ceiling as his star lamp projected their dreams.
He laid her gently onto the bed, as satin ebony sheets enveloped her.
He laid slow butterfly kisses on the nape of her neck slowly, trailing a small seductive path from the crook of her neck right down to her belly with small lingering kisses before he retraced his path back to the crook of her neck.
He dipped his head further down to her neck, slowly kissing the pulse of her neck. Her arms slowly crept up, of their accord embracing him, pulling him in slowly. He nipped at the nape of her neck, nibbling gently as his teeth left small imprints in their wake. She looked at him in shock and wonder before she smiled again, she took the lead this time, as she trailed her hands up his chest. She traced his lips with her hands before her lips sought to take charge, she nibbled on his lower lip, leaving a dark stain on it even as his hands sought the zipper of her dress, slowly unzipping her even as his eyes never left hers. Her hands now found his way to the buttons of shirt. She looked at him and smirked and pulled, the buttons clattering to the ground hitting the notes as high as they could.
The sunlight streamed in as he woke up, her tiny hands arms enveloping him even as her her hair lay splayed over his chest, their legs entangled in a glorious mess.
Her eyes open slowly and languorously, smiling up to him.
" Good Morning" she said
He looked at her with a smile. "I Love You" he said it plainly and simply and direct from the heart.
She simply said "I know...hamesha"
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