My true love story- Itreallyhpnd (Part 8)

Like all of you I'm a diehard Shraman fan and I love their chemistry. Can't miss the show for the world. I have another story to tell as well. Only difference is that this one is mine. I have kept my story a secret for too long and now I want to share it with you. Tell me what you think is going on here.

Devotion and Desire

There are some things that leave you breathless and in the next few days whenever I recalled that intimate night with him, every single detail played out in my head and I found myself breathless each time. I waited for his next call but in his only email that week he asked me to wait till Saturday.

On Monday, the Saturday seemed beyond reach. On Tuesday I prayed for it to come faster. And on Wednesday night I impatiently went online and found a curious status on his profile- Aap aaye bahar aayi. He was online and available yet I got no reply to my IMs. Clearly this status wasn't meant for me. The slithering green monster called Jealousy slowly spread its venom in my boiling blood. His ignorance only meant one thing- he was speaking to other girls. My fury knew no bounds once this thought took hold and I sent him an email, asking him for two minutes on the phone because I had a very important question to ask. He called that night. What is the problem, he asked in a terse tone, what do you want to know. Just tell me one thing, are you talking to other girls besides me?, I asked, furious to the bone by now. Pat came the acerbic reply, that is none of your business. Why?, I probed. Why should I tell you? You might be talking to other men, and I haven't questioned you. I'm not talking to anyone else. I can't. I don't WANT to! This burst was followed by complete silence on both ends. You need to cool down right now, he said levelly. I'm cool don't worry, I've been sitting in the air conditioning, I said. Great! Then go back inside and stop thinking about these things. Somehow that quietened me and I felt myself relax. I wished him a good day and put the phone down.

Maybe this was too many emotions too fast. I had to slow down. This man was making me lose my grip when I was such a patient person. What was going on here? I spent a few restless hours and was trying to put myself to sleep at 2 in the night when he called again. Were you thinking about me? Can't sleep? he asked, softly this time. Hmm, I hummed in agreement. Unbelievable how easy it was to lose myself in his voice. I knew you were thinking about me. I always know, he added in a whisper and I instinctively knew he was telling me the truth. My palpating heart settled back into an easy rhythm then and I snuggled close to him mentally. I missed you, he continued. Really? Yes, I did. You are beautiful. I'm waiting for Saturday, he said. I am waiting too, its so far away. I felt him smile. It will be here soon he said. I smiled. Yes, I whispered. I have to go now. Will you come into my arms once before I go? he asked sincerely. Certainly.

Wednesday and Thursday passed on in a calm bliss and on Friday I felt the excitement soaring through my heart. I spent the day in anticipation and nothing at work could hold my attention for too long. By 11 in the night, I breathed a sigh of relief. The day was finally over and Saturday would be here soon. I switched off the light in my room and soon dozed off. A jarring bell broke my slumber and I groped in the dark for my phone lest someone should wake up. It could only have been him at this indecent hour. I smiled in my sleep and said hello. It was him. Were you sleeping? Sorry I woke you. No its ok. I don't mind, I quickly added. Are you sure? You should sleep. No no, it's fine, I can talk. Ok. Kaise ho aap? Theek hun. Aap kaise ho? Zinda hun. Why do you always say this? Aisa hi hun main. Ok, fine. We paused for a moment and I began to wonder why he had called a day early. Saturday is here, he said in his characteristic silky voice and my heart fluttered in response. Ya its here and didn't say anything more. He broke the silence again. Do you know that there are four kinds of love in this world. Tell me. The first one he said is the normal attraction, what young people experience often. The second is the love of a mother for her children. She kisses them on the forehead and protects them in her embrace. The third one is the love between a man and a woman. They kiss each other on the lips and want to lose themselves in the moment. He paused. What is the fourth kind, I asked, curious now. The fourth, he said, is devotion. A love that goes beyond desire. Where you surrender completely to someone else and worship them with all you have. Am I right?, he asked. I think you're right and I understand what you mean. I admired his chain of thought and his perception. He went on. Very few people would understand what I am saying but with you I feel a connection. There's something different about you. That night when we were together I called you back. You know why? No. Because I felt everything that you felt. I stayed quiet, feeling the pull towards him getting stronger by the minute.

He spoke again, will you do something for me? What is it? I want to see you. All of you. What do you mean? I asked again, puzzled by this sudden request. I want to see you, without any clothes on. Naked, he added in a whisper. I sucked in my breath, shocked. But, how? Why? I want you to switch on your web cam and show me. Why?, I gasped. Please, I have to, he said, I can't stop thinking about you and if I don't see you I'll go crazy, he breathed in a frenzy. I.. I don't know if I can do it. Think about it, he said, think about it tonight and tell me tomorrow. If you are not ready, I'll understand. Its up to you whether you trust me and you want to. Tell me tomorrow. I will go now. Good night. OK, goodnight, I mumbled, too stunned to say anything more. I put the phone down and tossed around in bed wondering if this was real.