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Hello guys ... I am Poorva ... A MisHaan fan writing an OS for them. Do read ... Hit the like button and let me know how you feel about it.
FAIR SQUARE
Soft wisps of that lustrous black hair swept past an ear and caressed the skin of her neck, jaw, cheeks and around her rather beautiful, deep eyes. Those black eyes rimmed with thick, long, dark lashes that brushed her cheeks every time she closed her eyes, seemed to bore into him every time he looked into them and he nearly lost himself. Suffering, loneliness, longing, desire; her eyes held all those deep seated emotions and many more. She tried and worked very hard to remain a happy person that he understood. In that one moment when his heart knew that she is a beautiful soul and that he craves for her vibe, he had learned to read her through the emotions that danced like fire, licking at the walls of cerulean-glass. However, sometimes, like today, the fire dwindled down to smoldering ember and even he, who had gotten to know the young woman standing in front of him, could not tell what emotions were soaring just beyond those walls. That she prayed for a life full of love.
They say the eyes are windows, the fact remains absolutely true when it comes to her. He can see through them. He can see her pain and her gentleness just the same. He see how every emotion comes together to form the art of her soul. It forms a picture he sees in an instant and comprehends with full depth. So, he sees her, he does. When he thinks that her eyes are beautiful, its the truth, for it's not about colours or shape, it's about the loving sweet essence that is so clearly there.
"What do you want Ruhaan? What are you doing in my room? She asked irritated and he just smiled without saying a word. In this moment she felt something different about the way he looked at her as if he wants to treasure her. She did not know but she meant inspiration to him. His heart knew he could do anything for her, anything to make her smile ... anything to keep her safe for looking into her eyes felt like being let into warmth after a lifetime of winter.
His eyes were the color of deep sienna she noticed when he chose to keep quite, with a mischievous glint that seemed to reflect the corners of his mouth, which were fighting a smile. They were every shade of brown you could imagine, a raw umber and caramel mix, dotted with bits of dark chocolate. They glow with humor and playfulness that gives you shivers and wraps you in a warm embrace at the same time. She focused on his eyes, which were darting back and fourth, shining in the sunlight. They were a deep, earthy brown - the color of the earth after torrential rains. But there was something else in them, something glistening. Glistening like an old copper penny being examined in the warmth next to powerful flames that were licking the safety glass door of an old fireplace. They held secrets, the same way a pot holds layers of deep soil- cradling- because it is essential to keep the plant safe. The roots are held in place the same way his dark, liquidy eyes held so tightly onto his secrets.
"You are a beautiful woman ... Mishti.
"I am in no mood for compliments ... I am tired ... just leave
He stepped closer to her ...
Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to her hip. It settled there and pulled her closer. She inhaled sharply. She was against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. Must he be so perfect? She splayed her hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead she left it there. Was this right? For her no. Did this feel good yes. His breathing quickened as did hers. He began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. She urged herself to push away, but couldn't. Her limp body began to tremble uncontrollably. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to hers. She was surprised to find her own lips parted. Their breaths mingled. Her heart fluttered inside her chest. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss. Then his arms encircled her.
She hesitantly looked up at him. The swirls of emotion she saw there made her gasp. Lust and desire. However, before she could ponder about it further, he yanked her to him and covered her mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As their lips crushed together, Mishti felt like she was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips connected with hers. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than she could have imagined and she opened her mouth with a low moan. He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. She ran her fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest.
"Why did you do this to me Ruhaan? She asked holding on to him helplessly
"I play fair Mish ... you think you can kiss me and get away with it so easily. His words left her dazed.
Anupamaa
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