Posted:
This originally started as an OS for the prompt by Annika_ishqbaaz - aaj jaane ki zid na karo. But then it turned into a two-shot which eventually morphed into a short story! I can't believe this has happened. This is angsty, but I swear there are RiKara moments splattered all over it.
Give my sloppy writing a try and let me know if you want me to continue this. I don't think this is anything like what Annika_ishqbaaz wanted, I'm sorry to disappoint you darling. But I do hope you like this!
Chapter 1: My hand over your heart
He tiptoes around her noiselessly, picking up pieces of himself and putting them back. She tries to put in bandages of hushed words but he keeps on pushing her away. He keeps her away, shielding her from himself, protecting her from the harshness his life is.
Often, the resolve wavers, back and forth, especially when she smiles at him. With eyes that light up, a steady shine that kindles a flickering flame of desperate hope in him.
Sometimes his hugs end up being too tight, making it hard to breath. There are days when his arms are uncomfortably tight around her but she doesn't utter a word. She stays still in his arms, letting her arms slide around his neck for comfort.
He clings on to her, fingers digging into her skin, contouring her body to fit into the hard frames of his own. Her presence is enough, at times, withe the lavender smell of her hair invading his senses, but quite frequently he has this urge to bury himself deep under her skin.
********
Somedays, his kisses taste of warm sunshine but there are days when his mouth reminds her of the waning moon and all the darkness that goes along with it. His kisses are never bitter though, always tasting of guilt, remorse and something she is unable to identify.
He never kisses half-heartedly. His kisses have passion and longing etched all over them. By now, she's quite used to being tipped back at unexpected moments. It is also habitual to find herself being pressed against unusual surfaces, his passionate embraces leaving swollen lips in their wake. She learns to love them alongwith everything else he brings to her life.
He takes her name and she lets the sound reverberate and sink into her skin, his adoration quite evident. Her fingers stay tangled in his hair, she quivers with a moan, giving in to the eager demand of his mouth.
********
If you don't like it, feel free to throw shades in the comments!
Oh, and if anyone wants to read more, just let me know! This is mostly complete.
Chapter 2 - page 2
Chapter 3 - page 4
Chapter 4 - page 4
Chapter 5 - page 6
Chapter 6 - page 7
Chapter 7 - page 8
Chapter 8 - page 9
Chapter 9 - page 11
Chapter 10 - page 12
Chapter 11 - page 14
Anupamaa
