OS ~ First Time

OS~ First Time

First time... They met each other during their college, seated in the same class beside each other. Awkward glances and embarassing subtle touches during the classes.

First time... They spoke, it was two weeks later, in the library taking notes from each other.

First time... They shook hands, to mark the beginning of their friendship. Electrifying emotions when their hands met.

First time... She shared the poha made by her mother. It became a routine then, for her to always bring an extra box for him.

First time... He hugged her, congratulating her for topping the exam. Her body frame fit perfectly in his, a realisation dawned upon him.

First time... She welcomed him to her home. It was vibrant, the walls of the house as well as her parents' beaming faces when she introduced him to them. Her mother became his partner-in-crime in annoying her.

First time... He beat up all the boys outside the college when they were misbehaving with her. Tears filled in her almond-shaped eyes as she cleaned all his wounds, scolding him for messing up with the rogues. And she asked him for a promise,

"Promise me, you won't do something like this ever again.

"I can't...and will never promise you any such thing. I will repeat whatever I did today if it happens to you again. And then he moved from the place, unwilling to look in her eyes. He was confused with the growing feelings for his best friend.

First time... They danced for a competition held in their college. Dressed like prince and princess descended from the fairytales of every child's fantasy, they were the centre of attraction as they swayed to the romantic number that played behind.

First time... She became possessive when she saw him with few of their girl classmates. She walked there and dragged him away from the group. She did not have answer, when he asked for explaination.

First time... She confessed her feelings to him. She rested her head against him chest whispering the words to him. Few tears made their way out fromher eyes to reach his shirt, wetting it a little.

First time... He did not speak to her after her declaration of love to him. He closed his eyes and her images flashed in his mind. He opened his eyes, smiling, knowing what to be done.

First time... She saw his parents at her house. She was surprised when she found out they came to ask her hand for marriage for their son. She glanced at him who was smiling at her.

First time... They went on a date and kissed. Her lychee lip-balmed lips against his, as they fought for dominance.

First time... He sneaked in her room during the haldi rasm to apply her the tumeric, of course in his own way. The red hue on her cheeks and uneven breathing when his hands lingered around her bare waist.

First time... They made love after their wedding. It wasn't just their bodies worshipping each other but their souls reaching out for each other. Both dozed off in the early hours of morning after a passionate love making.

First tine... She broke her pregnancy news to him. He was on the seventh heaven, lifted her in his arms and swirled her in air. Their first child; emblem of the love that they shared would arrive soom.

First time... He saw the struggle in the labour room. His respect for women increased tenfolds witnessing his wife enduring all the pain as she brought the life they created, out in the world.

He stood in the balcony of their room crooning some old songs to their one month old daughter. The sun was almost above the horizon, casting a bewitching spell on the sky as took up the artist brush and painted the otherwise blue sky in hues of orange and pinks.

"So what is husband doing with angie, haan? He heard his wife from behind. He smiled as he turned around and invited her to join the family moment. She happily obliged, resting her head on his shoulder while their little princess rested in his arms. Perhaps, the sun too was mesmerised with the family of three that he stood still giving them time to enjoy the sunrise.

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The End. Completely random plot bunny which refused to descend down from my mind. And I had to pen it down, I was given no choice. So, well, all types of feedback will be welcomed. Open for criticism as well.

Signing off,

Nivi