My true love story- Itrealllyhpnd (Part 5)

The next day, I found a new email waiting for me in my inbox. All it said was- listen to this song- Aaj phir tumpe pyar aaya hai from the movie Dayavan. Watch it ten times on youtube. Naturally, it piqued my curiosity and I went straight to the site to watch this version of the song. The song begins with the beautiful woman lying in bed, staring into the eyes of her husband who is standing by the bed watching her with intense love and longing. He slowly bends down and reaching close to her, kisses her passionately. She responds to him with so much love that they are lost in the kiss...

Aaj phir tum pe pyar aaya hai
Behadd aur behisaab aaya hai

The first time I saw it, I blushed and my heart skipped a beat. And then I watched it again and again and again...

When he called that night, he asked if I had watched the song and then what had I liked in it. I told him I loved the lyrics and also how he watched her throughout the song. His eyes spoke volumes. I like the start of the song, that kiss, he said. I watch it again and again. I said I did too. Then he shared something special. An erotic memory of his past. One evening when it was raining, he was waiting for a bus at a stand in Delhi. A girl in a red suit stood in front, all wet. So wet that he could make out each and every line of her silhouette, her curves and lines and even the impression of her bra that stuck to her with water dripping down her smooth skin. It was the most arousing moment of his life. The memory of the girl in red at the bus stop that he described told me how deeply he understood eroticism. The beautiful and sensual way he described her, had me dazed and mesmerized.

The night grew late while we talked on for hours. There are so many men and women close to each other at this time in India. They are happy and feeling the pleasure that we can't. They are so lucky, he commented. Isn't it? I agreed. They are. He continued. When a man and woman are together, it doesn't matter how old or young they are. In that moment all you need is to love someone with all you have, everything you can do with your body and how deeply you can touch her. I listened in silence, feeling something unfamiliar and exciting stir inside me. Indian women are so beautiful, he said. I have lived in the states for so long and yet I have never found that kind of beauty here. Every other girl roams around in short clothes. They can never compare to the sensuality of a woman in a saree. He went on. When I get married, I'll throw away her saree and tear off her blouse. Instantly I yelped in shock, feeling his intensity run through me like a hot spiral. No, I said, protesting. Why? he countered, whats wrong, I didn't say I'll tear off your blouse. Why are you bothered? I drew in my breath and realized I had felt like I was there with him, in that moment. Like it had just happened to me. I fumbled around for words, still trying to catch my breath, reeling from the dull ache that was building inside me. Soon, he disconnected, wishing me a good night.

I spent the night hot and bothered by a single thought- I had imagined myself with him and it had been the most arousing feeling for a second.

More of my story tomorrow.