Trials Of Fire Adni Untold Saga Chapter 67
IPK3 Season 2 Episode 137
Pooja turned and tossed on her bed unable to sleep; yet unable to get up, as Aadi slept peacefully next to her. Every night, the mere warm peaceful breath of his, so close to her; his sudden occasional hug in the night relaxed her into a comfortable sleep.
That unspoken trust between mother and son, to protect always, to hold close forever...... This was love! This was supposed to mean her entire world.
Then what had happened to her heart tonight? Who was knocking on the doors she had tightly closed in her heart?
Why did her face break up in a happy smile....... why did her eyes twinkle in happiness..... why was she tickled pink in heart...when she received just one ping.....of course an anxiously awaited ping…….
Outwardly rudely abrupt; yet hugely personally familiar, “Don’t wait up!”……. She chuckled shaking her head in denial. As if, she could sleep!
Especially with all those images forming behind her closed lids every time……… so damn familiar, so threateningly disturbing….. As she had sat next to him today, she couldn’t help but notice his forearms... corded with muscle, tanned, with a fine dusting of dark hair the same colour as that on his head…….
The hair through which she had the insurmountable urge to thread her fingers…… especially when he left them messed up, a bit too long owing to lack of haircut…… a shaggy surfer style…..One that made him look cool and made her feel hot!
What the hell! What was it that she was thinking? He was a friend, a close family friend, more so Bhaiyya’s close friend…….. If anything was felt at all in the youthful teenage, it must have all been due to hormones……How could she think of him any other way than just a friend?
But her heart betrayed her; it refused to listen, and from some godforsaken memory cells deep within, it brought the images of his cheekbones and jaw, accentuating the unique cognac of his eyes. They reminded her of the clear London sky on a perfect summer’s day, she loved so much........ It was crazy,considering she had left London and all its memories permanently behind her.
And now her treacherous mind did not rest with just the facial images. In the privacy of a lonely night, it also brought the image of muscled legs and sensational butt beneath the denim! “Sex on legs” actually!
Shit! Shit!! Shit!!! She would need a bathroom visit for her long time not done act of self pleasuring.
Pooja was not the only one needing self pleasuring in the dark privacy of the night. Just next door, in the very next bathroom, Shikha was engaged in the same act.
She’d first learned the term sex when she’d been fourteen, after smuggling a bag of illicit romance novels into her room.Nothing got past Mamaji, generally. For his outwardly soft demeanour, he was otherwise as strict as an army guy. He was good at snooping and ferreting out secrets. That’s how he had found out about Meghna’s pregnancy and judiciously hidden the whole thing from the society. Further, her battle-axe of a mother….who was always strict with them but lenient with Chandni jiji. Mamaji’s focus mainly had also been Chandni Jiji, he always called his Banno.
In that entire mess, those fabulously eye-opening books had made it past the strict watch in household and Shikha had devoured them, savouring every saucy page. She’d learned a lot from those glorious books. The art of self-pleasuring, how raunchy sex could be beyond the boring sex-ed classes at the private school she had attended and many intriguing terms, too, ….. including Katto Gilheri, the one which Jiji did not know about.
Today, somehow watching Jijaji in that intimate display, the winds catching on her face in Eiffel and the very manly presence of Veer next to her…..had aroused her so much that self pleasuring had become total necessity today. How she wished, in this one small part, Veer would be like Jijaji, open and daring!
As Dev put Chandni down, stalling her plan to get back in lovemaking, she stared up at him.
Dev’s eyes were large, soft and warm; and staring down at her…..Inviting but not defining……Just playing…..A game she was complete amateur at…..yet hugely interested!
Her skin exploded in flames as his fingers sensually grazed…….When they reached the throbbing pulse of her neck, there was a rush of blood and heat and energy.
Leaving her half drunk on a hormonal high, he turned and went back to doing his stuff. When he returned back, he had a tray in hand with two glasses of a vintage wine along with a bottle. Chandni’s eyes widened at the sight, especially as he winked at her….a bit of teasing, a bit of flirting, a bit of sensual….. Overall a deadly mix!
“A forbidden pleasure can turn out to be the most alluring one;” He indicated the glasses, “and once tasted, most difficult to renounce.” His voice breezy and strangely palpable, as though he was murmuring against her skin...
“Ok! Then come to bed and give me that forbidden pleasure.”
“And what does your forbidden pleasure entail?” His eyes so tender, a light in his eyes….the excitement of a new journey with her………His lips trembling just a bit, a deep vulnerability there!
Just a bit provocative, a little bit shy , yet wooing her husband, “Your naked body tantalising mine for complete capture and invasion.”
There would be nothing more intoxicating than he himself on offer. Chandni reclined on the soft pillows and stretched seductively, glancing at him from the corner of the eye. In a flash, Advay was on her, his lips meeting her neck, his breath hot on her ear, his pulse racing as his body gave him away…….traitor, he thought; it would not lie. It would not listen to his very shrewd reasoning, which seemed to be totally missing in the daze of the moment.
He was not the only one feeling like a callow lover; she felt the doping emotion, too. He could have asked her anything in this position, and she would have agreed to it. The thought made her desperate.“Please, Dev.”
“Please, what?” he whispered, trailing angel soft kisses up and down her neck.
“Mujhe nahi peena.” (I don’t wanna drink)
Dev regarded her silently for what seemed like an age…..as if waiting for her to understand his urge……his wanting to create a separate space outside of their given physical reality…….a streak of emotion that unsettled her.
He closed his eyes, pursed his trembling lips, his entire being a bit unsure…..having lost footing from the very confident, very aggressive ASR she had got used to.
“Chandu, there’s nothing wrong with it…. Please understand…..drinking is the first thing we do immediately after birth…….In temple, you drink teerath and it builds your connect with god……an intimate drink together builds a connect between lovers…..I drink on your fragrance, your taste, your body…….join me, love, drink with me!”
When he finished, she closed her eyes and wiped the sweat from her forehead. A warning rang out in her head, but she was foggy from hormones. She couldn’t say a word, the last of her self-control ebbing out of her. She was spent. He’d worn her down and her resistance was decimated.
He already consumed her, body and soul. But she could not consume alcohol. There was a sudden hopelessness in the pit of her stomach…..an illegible fear flashing in her eyes and turning into angry defiance.
“It’s forbidden! You know that already!”
He chuckled at her shaken words and continued stroking her face, hair, throat, shoulders like he was soothing a pissed-off cat he only wanted to pet.
“How can it be forbidden when Shivji himself consumed it……you understand, it came out of Samudra Manthan, like a precious jewel, a treasure!....... excess of it is forbidden, but not the drink itself……and you have consumed Drakshasav in childhood……this is no different, just grape wine!”
His voice was so husky, drawling sexy, all thoughts drained from her mind…… just a craving more of the delicious prickly warmth that oozed through her bloodstream and sensitized every nerve ending.
She held her breath and he continued attacking her defences,
“Trust me, Chandu! I would never ever ask you to do anything wrong…… I would never ever let any danger near you…..just trust me!........if you refuse you’ll injure me.”
His words were barely above a whisper, but they hit Chandni as if he had screamed.
“No Dev! It won’t be good. I have never ever done it.” A desperate attempt at salvaging the last of her crumbling defence.
The irritation, the anger immediately flared in, “Then how can you be sure you won’t like it?”
“I can have an opinion about something even if I haven’t done it.” Her voice rose in counter anger.
An ice dagger cut through one soul and then plunged into self, “Of course. It’s so much easier to form opinions without being troubled by experience or facts…..
I don’t think you understand me!”
A bomb shell exploded; a lightening hit! Two souls wanting to cross all limits in love withered a limiting death!
She had all along known, he was a complex man…..she had called him the Himalayas…..one who could not be conquered! Yet, she had won over his defences, his hatred!
He had the deep seated fear all along, she was a woman completely different than his upscale upbringing…..a woman with her own complexities…….He had been ready to stepped down going all middle class on her; calling her Bhagyavaan!
A sudden rift between two hearts so close to each other……and before love could bridge it, he turned and closed door behind him entering the bathroom…..a need to plunge into the shower to cool the erupted volcano.
As the shower spray fell on him pricking his hot skin, a sudden remorse took over the brash anger. I am always like this….I don’t really want to; but I end up hurting her, knowingly or unknowingly…..And then when I realise it…..like now; when I feel sad…..I really regret it…..I really do!.....I don’t do it purposely…..why the hell am I made like this?
He turned and opened the door, wanting to check upon Chandu. She sat in the bed, naked, turned away…. breaking all contacts!
He turned back, not knowing what to say, what to do? He needed a minute to himself…..to understand…..Why had he said that word to her?....
Well, it does happen in loving couples, right? Sometimes one never understands. Sometimes one does... maybe a bit……or perhaps a lot! You do seek it, whether you get there or not……..
Isn’t it second only to the feeling of love?......The need to be understood; for who I am……… Me, the specific human being……..
Disturbing thoughts troubling his mind…..he pushed down the water from his eyes, as if to push away the thoughts.
Chandni sat alone cursing herself…….. I am dumb dumber damaroo!
Why do I always do this? I couldn’t understand that he was Dev for so long……. Now when I know, when we are in love, then why does he throw back at me that I don’t understand him. Ok! After all he’s so complex, his layers so many….. God knows when I’ll understand him?
And even if I don't understand, but I do love, right? Then,I should just have had the strength to accept it for what it is. Just valued our love above all else. What would have happened if I just somehow sipped that damn drink for him?
Mahadev kya pani teesari aankh khol dete? (Would Mahadev open his third eye?)
And even if Mahadev did, it wouldn’t burn me the way his angry words do. Now how do I remedy his anger? Tonight was supposed to be special, and the only thing I want is to bring him peace, through my love, with my body, from my soul. Somehow, one way or the other, that’s what he, always ends up losing with me. She exhaled all air out of her lungs as if trying to push away her despair!
A soft smile crept on her lips…..Their relation was most unique…..He was all hers, always hers; yet she would have to win him over, time and again!
“Achchha Jee Main Haari Chalo Maan Jaao Na!”
Chandni knew her swag mood worked on his anger like a soothing balm. (Ok Baba! I’m sorry….Now at least look at me!)
His back was still turned to her but his lips twitched in a smile immediately…..the uniqueness of their relation…Whatever happened, his love would always come to him, time and again! But if she was in swag mood, he could show his swag as well! He purposely put his hand over his face as if to wipe it….to hide his surprise, his relief, his happiness!
I’ll play up with her pleading mood now. Let’s see how she woos me? He knew her ways always gave him their best happy moments.
Chandni squinted through the thick steam. His large body dwarfed the massive space, as she stepped in the shower closer to him. She hugged her arms around him from behind, her body slipped against his, as wet as the heat between her thighs and as blistering as flame.
“Devvvvv………” His name sighed from her lips, pleading him, coaxing him, teasing him.
Still no response from Dev as he stayed distant, in his own world, unwelcoming. Uff Yeh Ladka! Why does he not understand my inhibitions? It will happen someday; but it will take time, right?
She turned his resisting self towards her and her eyes beseeching him to understand that happiness was supposed to be savoured bit by bit same as life to be lived moment by moment.
Well if he couldn't understand, she would tell him in her own way. Chandu sang in her upbeat sweet swag mood.
Katra Katra Milati Hai, Bit By bit we get it
Katra Katra jeene do, Bit by bit let me live it
jindagi hai, behane do It’s life after all, let it flow
Pyaasi hoon mein, Iam thirsty at the moment
Pyaasi rehane do but let me stay thirsty
Because this quest of life….the thirst for dreams to someday get fulfilled….was to be enjoyed together as sweet torture of love!
When still no response came, a memory came back sharply…..that moment in rain when he had literally fallen on his knees and she had still stayed in her cocoon….In this moment today, in the confinement of the space;that same pain seeped into her being and she traipsed away.
He blocked her path, gazing down at her with raw intensity.….How could he let go of his love ever?
His plans might not have worked...... those surprises could wait for some other day; but his love had won tonight!
Two set of eyes locked….Two souls reached out to each other in a way only they could……. All heaviness exited from the air and life bloomed in a timeless moment!
Dev, insanely happy, twirled her, dancing around her coaxingly…. a man woman way. Music danced in the air, his spirit exulted in merriment as he danced around her.
Falak tak chal saath mere; Falak tak chal saath chal
In this moment, his soul freed and soared in skies, going beyond the horizon……called out to her to join him.
Yeh Baadal ki Chaadar; Yeh taaron ke aanchal, mein chhup jaaye hum pal do pal!
In the thick steam covering them like clouds……..stars in his dancing eyes….a scarf covering her!
Chandni stood entranced for a moment. Yes, he had danced before….. But this was so different……free from all inhibitions, he danced naked, his soul bare!
And in that moment, she understood him! The exultation of his soul, the peace of his mind was with her!
She would do anything, go anywhere with him with her eyes closed!Giving up all her shy inhibitions, she joined him….in his skies beyond the horizon..... her heavens!
Chal voh Choubaare dhoonde; jin mein chaahat ki boonde
Come, let us find the junctures where love resides.
Two hearts beating in sync…Two souls hugging each other…United for their own special Joie de Vivre!
Time stood still in their separate space away from physical reality!
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Wow! This chapter is more of a musical VM towards the last part but each verse explains the moods and the thoughts of Dev-Chandu.
I am just imagining these two loving souls and their true joy of living. The happy throb in the french phrase, Joie de Vivre reflects in the beat of the song..... listen to it, close your eyes and imaging Advay-Chandni happily dancing in bath.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY8hZvPd0W0
This moment may look like too simple here; but mark his happiness here in your heart..... He'll remember this same moment someday later and it will torture him like snake poison.
"Acchha Jee main Haaree"
That innocent chirpy apology in Madhubala's most beautiful face is reflecting today in Chandu's innocent swag mood.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=feLkdxeXB4c
The music in the air already had an upbeat, guess how Advay must have felt listening to her. And also keep gauging what his original plan was..... because it will return some other day, some other beautiful scene.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lA9L_pH4KUY
Such moments are so precious because otherwise Life is really complex. Shikha wants Veer to act like Advay and when Dev is coaxing Chandu to be Open and daring with him, she's caught in her inhibitions and ends up hurting him.
Dogmas are not easy to renounce.
Do you remember Advay's pondering about Chandni's upbringing being different than him.
Link: My most enjoyed Fun and frolic between Advay and Chandni
He had known they would have problems later, and it's happening so.
Today, Chandu reminded me of my own young self after my marriage when I couldn't join my husband in drinking...... Love always finds ways to mould yourself around..... and later it leaves some beautiful memories to cherish...... Chandni will have the same experience.
It's Diwali Time; so next episode only after the festivities.
Wishing all my active readers, sweet commentators and silent readers A very Happy Diwali!
For all non-Indian readers , sharing a happy cartoon to understand Diwali importance for us.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0oihxxiGiA
And for all Barun Fans, Diwali is this time anxiously awaited for Barun's next release
Hope we get to see this story before next chapter.
Edited by Loving2Missing2 - 4 years ago
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