"Tum Kunj ho." She whispers, her voice close to cracking. He has her trapped between a cold wall of the Sarna mansion and his warm body. "Par tum mere Kunj nahi ho."
His words fail because his tongue is in knots and there is a lump in his throat and because she doesn't trust him. And he knows it is too much to ask; how can he ask her to trust him again? But he needs her. Despite his by gone anger and stupid misunderstandings he needs her. He needs her to trust him.
He has begged and he has cried and he has yelled for forgiveness for the past week. His family had accepted him with arms wide open. But Twinkle, she had just looked upon the happy family reunion, wiped the stray tears from her eyes and left with Yuvi and Leela. He had called out to her, screamed her name but she didn't spare him a glance.
Later that night when the excitement of the family had died down and he was left alone in the room, his room, all his deeds came crashing down upon him in waves. The hurt he had inflicted on Twinkle, the way he humiliated her, the way he misunderstood her, it all came back to him.
He promised himself to make it all better starting from the very next day. Twinkle needed time to cool down.
And as promised, he did make his way to the Taneja Mansion in the morning. The way Twinkle refused to look at him, filled him with shame. But her stealing her gaze away from him was much better than when she actually accidently looked at him. Because her eyes were pooling with poison and disgust aimed specifically at him.
"Twinkle kuch toh bol." He tells her in a small voice as she formally served him tea. "At least mujhe dekh toh sahi." She didn't. Instead, she wiped her hands down her kurta and walked back up her room.
He gave up for the day.
But she hadn't. She came up to the Sarna Mansion, a week later. Everyone there was elated. "Acha hua Twinkle tu aagayi. Bait, kuch baat karni hai, Kunj aur tere baare mein." Usha says and Bebe pulls her towards the couch.
"Haan puttar, aa!"
Bebe and Usha were all smiles, Twinkle wasn't. "Mummy-ji please." The tone of her voice halts any further discussion. "Main yaha Rocky ke baare mein discuss karne nahi aayi hoon. Main bas yaha se apna samaan lene aayi hoon."
It makes the earth spin senselessly around them. There was an end approaching. "Twinkle yeh tu kya bol rahi hai! Dekh ab toh tera Kunj bhi wapas aagaya hai! Dekh." Usha make a desperate attempt to convince Twinkle. She even pulls Rocky to stand in front of Twinkle. "Dekh Twinkle, tera Kunj ab laut aaya hai, aur tu jaa rahi hai!"
"Mummy-ji please. Yeh hoga aap ka Kunj, par yeh mera Kunj kabhi nahi ho sakta." And with that she makes her way to the room that she once considered theirs.
Bebe gathers the rest of the family and leads them all to the Gurudwara. They needed the guidance of the lord above and also the couple needed some space and time alone.
And that's how Twinkle found herself pressed against the cool wall and Rocky hovering over her. "Par tum mere Kunj nahi ho."
"Twinkle I am sorry yaar. I am sorry. I am sorry! Mujhse bahut badi galti ho gayi, please."
But Twinkle remained adamant. "Tum mere Kunj nahi ho!"
"Please Twinkle. Main Kunj hi hoon. Tera Kunj. Tera Sadoo Sarna."
"Prove it." She says in a low voice. Her lips shine in the pale light and Rocky in a unexpected move, plants his lips on hers.
He doesn't know why he was doing what he was doing but he thinks maybe this is how he is supposed to prove it to her.
And she isn't pushing him back either like he expected she would. Instead her lips seal themselves against his in a perfect lock. And it just like 5 years ago.
Her knees buckle when he swipes his tongue against hers, her hands against his broad shoulders the only thing holding her up. That and his hands around her shoulders. He tongues licks her lower lip just like Kunj's and she lets out a moan despite her best efforts not to giving him the perfect opportunity to dart his tongue in her mouth exploring all her crevices all over again. She bites down on his tongue. A selfish part of her wanting to inflict some degree of pain on him as revenge for all the pain that he had out her through.
But the bite is more of a kiss to him, turning him on all the very more. And the hand that was so far respectfully glues on her waist starts roaming the expanse of her back, up and down, Up and down until they tangle their fingers in her hair. He pulls at her hair slightly, just so her head tilts up a bit, granting him better excess to the smooth curve of her neck. He breaks their kiss and watches her chest rise up and down frantically trying to get in oxygen that her body desperately craved for.
Her eyes go a shade darker and so does his, pupils dilated and lust filled. That was all the signal he needed. He lifts her up in his eyes in one quick fluid motion, thanking God that they were right outside his room.
He lays her down gently on the bed. Just like five years ago, and she turns her head away from his just like five years ago. He nuzzle her neck just like five years ago, and she bites her lips to supress a groan just like five years ago.
His hand dare themselves to slip underneath the soft material of her kurta. Her skin feels like satin and the texture of his calloused fingers against her smooth skin is electrifying enough to send a row on goose bumps down both their bodies. He brings his lips to hers again. And man, he had got to admit it to himself that she tasted the same. Like, viscous honey and spicy cinnamon. Like mint and strawberries. Bites and licks.
She breaks their kiss when her hands are the hem of his shirt. She locks her gaze with his and tugs his shirt up painfully slow. Once he was divested, she rakes her fingers down his solid chest, leaving behind red ribbons of raw burning flesh. Her hand comes to rest at his shoulder and she pulls him closer, locking their lips once again.
He tastes like fire and a distant memory. The kiss was too slow for her liking. So he nibbles on his lips to agitate him.
He doesn't react like he hoped he would. He is yet slow and soft and-considering! Gentle!
She runs her fingers through his hair, pushing his head closer until their bodies were almost glued. Closer until it was impossible to know where one started and the other ended.
He yet doesn't increase his pace.
How could he? He had been so hard on her the past weeks. He had troubled her to no ends known, humiliated her, hurt her. So how could he hurt like this again? No! He couldn't and wouldn't. He will be soft and slow, hoping that his kiss could let her know just how sorry he was.
And they kiss until their lungs burn for oxygen, their chest arching up for air.
He hardly manages to take in a gulp of air before she pushes him and flips their position so that she was straddling him. It brings back flashes of their consummation from Goa back in waves, how she unexpectedly flipped their position and asserted her dominance. He loved that about her. And now with her straddling his waist like that again, he can't believe that, that encounter took place half a decade ago. She is smiling down at him ruthlessly. She did that in Goa too.
He prepares himself for what she was going to do next: placing kisses down his chest, tickling him with her breath, scratches down drawing on his already red skin. He closes his eyes in anticipation, holding his breath ready for the sweet torture.
He counts back from 10 but feels nothing. So he opens his eyes in narrow slits. He sees her watching him with the same merciless smile.
"Kunj used to bite." She says and he doesn't understand what that was supposed to mean. He opens his mouth to ask her that, and then plead her to continue her torment on him. But she us getting up from him. She stands by the bed, straightening her crumbled kurta, brushing her fingers through her ruffled hair. "Tum mere Kunj nahi ho. You don't bite."
And just like that she walks away, unaffected.
He wasn't her Kunj.
And she took a lot of pleasure in watching him, crave for her. Watching him react to her touch and to her kiss, panting for more. And she took sick pleasure in denying him everything he wanted in that moment. She was proud of denying him, her.
Why would she allow herself to be touched by him, affected by him? After all he wasn't her Kunj.
Her Kunj bites.
THE END.
Cricket
Kumkum Bhagya
Tum Se Tum Tak
Sampoorna
Jhanak
