A Rainy Confession ( Zaroon-Kashaf OS)

He was standing at the entrance of terrace which was coruscating with the exquisiteness of a swimming pool with attached plunge pool and an artificial cascade. Attired in white shirt and pants his tickled pink eyes were zeroed in on full of life Kashaf who had unknowingly terminated the fazing silence of his wishy-washy life.

A smile had been constantly spread on his lips in a state of peaceful happiness, since he had clapped eyes on epitome of beauty. That time Zaroon himself was no less than an angel. His face had a scintilla of morning somnolence mixed with its grandeur which begot a cute and adorable look on his face, giving him countenance of an angel of heaven who had made an appearance on the planet of life for the first time to catch sight of its absolute gorgeous and foxy nymph.

Six months into marriage but she had not put her feelings out into words yet. Yes he was pretty damn sure that she did have romantic feelings for him. Her big, pretty eyes never lie, and what he would see in those deep dark lakes these days was pure love; nothing else. He had no idea of what had been stopping her from confessing her love to him. At the moment all he knew was that he wanted to hold that pretty, exciting woman and kiss her senseless. Little did he know that she indeed enjoyed teasing him, making him all the more eager and restless.

The sweet smell of fresh, early morning rain was ethereal, like a breath of gaiety and Kashaf did a little caper, drinking in it as merry as a grig, oblivious to Zaroon's gaze fixed unwaveringly on her. Seemed to be filled with joie de vivre, she outstretched her hand either side, collecting mini ponds of jointed rain drops in the pockets of her hands. And the next moment a sweet smell of her childlike cachinnation filled the entire ambience of the open place, as she threw up the water into the air, which caused that staggering water to break up into tiny droplets again and fell onto her head and shoulders, hitting faintly.

Zaroon's heart jumped off his place inside his frame, along with the water. When water went up, it sprang up to his larynx and then came down, following the very next movement of its fugacious honcho. Thanks to gravity which pulled the water down or Zaroon's heart would have displaced forever.

His shoulders waggled once as a matter of course when he took a deep breath and held it in his lungs for some seconds before releasing it out, thinking how could someone be so seductive and erotic yet so innocent?!?

Did Zaroon have any other choice than to fall in love with her like crazy? In spite of the exhibition of all species of beauty around him, everywhere he would go, he never felt romantically or sexually attracted to any of them; not even to Asmara for the reason that cupid had been waiting for him with his bow and arrow in University for who knows how long, And now Zaroon Junaid, the man with freaking self control, had fallen under Kasaf Murtaza's spell, until the twelfth of never.

The sky began to darken as the rain was coming down with all its mist now. But Zaroon was so mesmerised by Kashaf in all her glory that even the searing sound of the heavily falling rain failed to punctuate his rapture. They together,with rain as third component, had given rise to a pleasing rain cycle- the rhythmic, hefty rain pleased Kashaf, that delighted Kashaf pleased Zaroon and Zaroon's content smile made the god of rain proud of his work, which had unwittingly provided a restless soul with some peace of mind. So, he seemed in no mood to nip his affectionate activity in the bud and notified it through a lite rumble of thunder.

He trembled, when some rain drops fell on his shoulder from the linten above the door, breaking his trance. Before he could indulge his eyes in sweet candy of her wet body tinted with her jollification, a zephyr of her wondrous enchantment blew around him. And he was swept along by it towards her.

As soon as he took few steps forward, the rain tugged him into its embrace, drenching him throughout. He was soaked and cold in a minute, but it didn't hamper the motion of his legs, since the blazing heat inside his very core, eclipsed the effect of cold water. He strolled up to her, drinking in every movement of her gyrating body with his squiffy eyes as a flower drinks in the sun.

Overwhelmed with the astonishing event of the day Kashaf had a winsome smile on her lips. She looked like a beautifully sculpted figurine slowly rotating with grace and elegance.

She opened her eyes slowly, only to find a completely drench Zaroon with small rivulets of rain water flowing down his face incessant, looking at her with fascination, which brought her trip to a standstill.

In her delight Kashaf completely forgot that she came to close the door. She felt her heart paused in its beating, finding him before her. Her eyes clashed with his, brown to brown, locked in a wave of attraction. She caught her breath, unable to break her gaze for some moments. Her breasts tingled, her stomach tightened. Starled by the strength of magnetism, she travelled her eyes down to his chest and what she saw, was capable of making any woman go weak in the knees.

His wet shirt clung to his Adonis type upper body, molding tight to the planes and angles of a strongly build chest, flat, ridged midriff and muscular arms. Water made the fine cotton cloth ransparent, revealing the white hue of his skin. Beholding one of his sexiest form, Kashaf felt a jolt of excitement which translated into a tingling sensation that ran across her body and she looked away. She really had a hard time controlling a blush and a smile fidgeting inside her to be displayed on her face at their respective places.

Then she noticed him coming to stand before her, reducing the space between them. His eyes raked down at her. He stood so close she had to tilt her head and lift her eyes to meet his gaze. Her eyes blinked rapidly as the water falling directly into them now. She wanted to step back, but, the patent intensity in his eyes didn't let her do so.

He raised his hands to cup her face, and as always they involuntarily trembled vaguely as though they were afraid that she would get dirty if they touched her.This conduct of his own hands would always gobsmacked him, little did he know that it was the sexual desire of a wild man on the inside of a passionate lover which used to propel that escapade.

His palms were gentle, his long fingers stroked her cheekbones. Without being afftected by the curtain of water, the adoration for her was sparkling in his organ of sight.

"This isn't the first time I'm in rain, but, it's a feeling of sheer joy today, can't you feel it? Doesn't your heart feel the same way mine does? Please say that you love me Kashaf, I've seen love in your eyes for me, but I want to hear those golden words from you. So you'd better say that now Miss. Kashaf Murtaza" he said in a husky voice.

Kashaf was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him, still, she didn't say anything, perhaps, she was enjoying this restless, vexed Zaroon. She removed his hands off her cheeks, gently dropping them to his sides. His heart felt blue when her legs moved back as she decided to go back downstairs.

As she passed him, he grabbed her wrist. She tried to shake him off, without looking back, but his grip was too strong. he began to snap since he was tired of her leaving him unanswered, irritated and discontented. And then at perfect time, came out his little positive side and advised him to hang in there. Everyone gets good luck eventually. Kashaf turned and tried her best to not look him in the eyes because she didn't want him to see the desire she was trying to hold back. His grip left her hand to pull her towards him, putting arm over her waist, which earned him a heavenly sensation of her soft palm rested on his hard chest.

Kashaf's heart beat like a humingbird wings and she still didn't look him in the eyes. The feeling of his arm around her waist and his hard strong body so close to hers was killer. "Look at me Kashaf." Zaroon said. His voice was low and gentle, albeit rather authoritative. Kashaf knew there was no way to escape from the grip of this stubborn, restlessly eager to hear her love confession hubby, whose heartbeat she felt under her palm, strong, steady and yes swift. And she realized that today she had to unlock the door to her heart and bring out the feeling she had kept in it safe,secure and concealed.

She slowly lifted her head up and looked into his eyes. Those hazel eyes were beautiful yet empty and sad, pleaded with her to utter the three golden words, their owner was dying to listen and warm the cockles of his heart, making him the happiest man in the world, otherwise they would die with him today itself.

Kashaf cast her mind back to the moments they had spent together: when first time he confessed his love for her, when he made her utterly comfortable on their wedding night by saying that he won't touch her until he has her genuine consent to take their marriage to the next level, their engagement to their marriage. There was a slide show of all their happy memories in her mind.

"Do you love me?" he asked.

A hint of smile began to creep across Kashaf's lips, a warm feeling of affection coursed through her body after all she was going to shower him with thumping great happiness, filling the emptiness of his life with her tremendous love.

"Yes I do,...I love you Zaroon. I love you so much." She replied, taking her hands off his chest and immediately flung herself into his arms as if telling him, "Since I've put my love for you into words, so your mine. Physically, mentally, body and soul, completely mine. And you've to be ready to enclose me in the soothing circle of your arms, whenever I want to." Her head rested on his chest, arms wrapped around his waist and she closed her eyes, inhaling the fresh new air of a limitless love.

Zaroon's jaw dropped slightly when she clung to him like a moth to a flame, that gave way to some rainwater falling down his face to enter his mouth. He draped his arm around her shoulders and tightened his other arm around her waist, pulling his life even more closer, if that was possible. He was happy with a dash of amazement. When Kashaf confessed her love, an overwhelming feeling of joy came flooding over him and when her head hit him in the chest, he felt immense complacency. It was about time! She was in his arms, on her own initiative!

Zaroon had never felt such a powerful rush of elation within him before. His heart was bubbling with enthusiasm and jollity. "You've no idea how happy I'm right now. I love you Kashaf. With you by my side, everything is and will always be beautiful. I love you, I love you so much." There was exuberance in his voice.

Their bodies were so tightly mashed that not even the rain could force its way between them. For a while they stayed like this- in each other's arms quaffing pint after pint of the most wonderful feeling called love.

Their togetherness had fueled the rain. It was coming down even harder now.

Zaroon pushed her away, gently. His eyes were beaming with a sheer new desire by now. He gave her a playful smile- an indication of his right from a loving husband to his beautiful wife.

Her eyes spontaneously shut tight as he planted a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead, then making a cross on her face he kissed right cheek, then on her left, and on the tip of her nose, and on her chin. Kashaf was surprised that his lips were so soft, so gentle, so amazing, surprised at the pleasant drag of his cheek on hers. He smiled and lowered his gaze, indicated that he was not done yet and wanted another round, so he kissed again on her right cheek, then her left, then the tip of her nose and her forehead.

Kashaf shuddered, watching him looking intently at her lips, sending shiver down her spine. She tried to pull away from him, but he immediately pulled her more into him with a swift motion, giving her no chance to withdraw. "Zaroon. Please. No." her breathless voice was a half-hearted whisper, hardly a deterrent. He sighed, frowning , that one word 'No' had held him motionless for a few seconds. He had had waited for her long enough, and suddenly at that very moment he realized that he couldn't hold himself anymore. "Oh, Kashaf, please don't say no," he murmured. "If I don't kiss you soon, I'll die."

Before Kashaf could protest, Zaroon slid his hand up from her waist to the nape of her neck, his ardent lips moved down to their mates and he planted a deep kiss on them. The contact sent a shock wave through her body that left her feeling stunned. She felt his lips brush against hers tenderly, they were wet and insistent. A soft sigh left her own lips.

It was a union of two souls that made them one, and now they belong to each other in every sense of the world.

Baki ka part has extra wala mature content,😳 so, I cut it down. 😛