Rudhita OS: The Waltz Of Love [RESTORED]

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I would like if you guys play this song on Loop as you guys read this OS because a major part of this work is crafted through inspiration from this piece of music. So I guess, this would give you the feel if not my writing.

https://youtu.be/xAJIMBqlGWo

Hope You Enjoy!

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As the lights dimmed and painted the huge hall which had no end in colours which spoke love and passion, gentlemen and ladies floated towards each other in their respective suits and gowns, to dance away to the world of dreams.

But what caught the spectators who considered themselves to be too old for merry like a ball dance with someone they love if not a stranger as it’s done, was a ravishing pair, two people who casually found each other on the hall to share dance for themselves. A girl so beautiful, seemingly in her late teens or early twenties, dressed up in a red ravishing gown with low décolletage and sequins threaded over it with sleeves hanging on her shoulders, exposing her arms and long bouffant skirt which was so large, making her movements feel as if she is floating through the hall, and a guy, probably in his early thirties, adorned in a black suit with white shirt and waistcoat inside, with a silver-whitish ribbon adoring the top button of his shirt were stealing off all the attention

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The guy as he approached the alluring girl looked at her as if he got possessed at the first sight and while the girl had his awestruck in her orbs. He slowly slid his left hand through her waist and made his way through those luscious curls falling down on her back to engulf her on his hold while he heard a small gasp and he couldn’t help but look at those parted lips, taking in air at his action. Her eyes were enhanced with a light stroke of black while her lips were smeared in a shade of red. Those midnight black locks of hers were flowing down her back while pretty embellishments adored her hair with slight curls disturbing her face every now and then. Was she a dream which would disappear the moment he blinked and would never come back to him, even as a dream? If yes, then he would keep staring at her without daring to move his eye for the rest of his life time, if not, how do such an aesthetic beauty exist in this world full of imperfections? Were her imperfections embraced so perfectly which drew him towards her? What was she? The English Rose which the moon was jealous of?

His chocolate brown orbs looking down at her, standing at a few inches distance, respecting the bouffant skirt she had adored made her breathless. She was more than sure his face was printed on her orbs by now. As the music closely similar to the old French Track of La Valse De L’Amour played, he moved slowly in sync to the music, a hand of his still held tightly on her waist, while the other kept motionless on his back and his eyes locked to hers. Amidst all the blond men there, his black, voluminous hair stood out and it was perfectly gelled upwards, kept so organised and perfect. While it was appreciated by all, her hands itched to run her fingers through them, while she cupped his face with another hands of hers. The black suit complimenting his coloured complexion so well, giving him an extremely attractive aurra altogether. Was he a real man or a manifestation of how a perfect gentleman would be? If he was a manifestation she would prefer living in this delusional bubble and if he was real, how was he the way he was? Was he the moon the English Rose always loved?

Slowly as the music took its pace, he slowly took her hands in his and swayed it on the sides and they couldn’t help but notice how perfect their hands looked, clad onto each other. As if they found a missing puzzle. They looked at their entwined hands in wonder before their eyes met again, to drown in each other’s as their face told the tales of endless fascination and young love. The elderly people stood there looked at the couple floating through the dance floor with such perfection as if they were made to just perform this dance with each other in their life, while they remembered their young days of love – some with their old, wrinkled partners while some remembered the love of their lives confined to their memories.

“How am I, in your eyes?” asked him, as he twirled her around again and again to only pull her towards him at the end, to hold her by her waist again.

She took a sharp breathe as she matched his rhythm, tightening her hold on his shoulders. “You’re in the eyes of everyone who’s watching.”

“I am not sure if it’s me or you...” He said, leaving her hands, extending her arms out for him to keep hers on and to do a round of steps. She looked at him in confusion yet fascination as she completed the steps to hold his hands to sway and swirl to the music and to again end up in his arms. “I think, you’re in the eyes of everyone here, Bondita.”

Bondita looked down for a moment and blushed when she felt him turning her to face her back towards his chest and held her waist with one hands while he extended out his another hand to tap his feet against the music while a hand of hers rested on his hold on her waist and the another, on his extended arms as they did the steps.

“There is no way that can happen Aniruddh, I-ah!” She gasped as she felt a strong pull and in no moment Aniruddh had held her up and was twirling on their dancing spot. She held her shoulders tightly and looked at him, his eyes conveying a thousands of emotions which she could not even dream off if not with him, while he couldn’t help wonder how someone managed to craft such a piece of art. As he put her down, their faces came just inches apart each other and they couldn’t help but let out the sharpest of breath as they looked at each other, analysing each others’ features as her lips trembled and his eyes never left her trembling lips.

Aniruddh again twirled her; “Being that kind of a ravishing beauty, anything is possible.” He said as she again ended up in his arms, now his legs trapped inside that huge skirt of hers, him not keeping the due distance for her dress to remain nonchalant, just exactly how the dance was performed, with his hands now reaching the prime of her waist and his hands semi bent with her hands in his hands, their faces inches next to each other. They swayed and rotated every moment while they revolved around the huge ballroom along with the other couples who’d moved to the centre as they took the corners, revolving around it.

“Are you even real?” Aniruddh asked, his voice getting huskier as he spelled out each alphabet and she blinked slowly, at the breathe hitting her face, turning her face into a darker shade of crimson, close to the colour of her gown. She held his shoulders tightened as she battled her eyelashes; “I am in your arms, Aniruddh. How realer can I be?”

Bondita giggled and swayed her head as Aniruddh held her a little away making it easy to complete her move and then pulled her back to him and studied her face, her doe shaped large eyes saying the stories of a thousand magical heavens that no one has even every imagined, her flawless cheeks and nose smeared in dark crimson red so naturally at their proximity and finally, her red lips, which were trembling and inviting him to cherish and taste, which turned more and more irresistible every moment he spent looking at them.

“You’re in my arms but...” Aniruddh twirled her again. “I think you’ll disappear once I blink.”

“No I won’t.” Bondita assured. “But what if the sun rises as I blink?” Aniruddh frowned hearing that question hers, and gave her a questioning look. Bondita completely disconnected with him, and twirled around him to again entwine her hands with his as she answered his question he asked without even asking.

Bondita held one of his hands and moved away and swayed and then came back to his arms and raised her chin to look up at him as he held her waist tightly and made her stand a bit bent, making her shorter than she is, as they moved against the music which was at its apogee now. “I think you’re that flawless huge astronomical body which I in the night sky.” Aniruddh swallowed at her lips movement. “I fear you; you’ll disappear as the daylight hits.”

Aniruddh held her hands to swirl her. The music was at its prime now, with a lot of beats, getting intense and Aniruddh and Bondita’s breath were getting heavier as they did the swirls and sways. Their eyes on each other never shifted, making it difficult for both of them to breathe as the intensity of the gazes along with the implication of the desires sprouting surfaced. Bondita’s hand were left by Aniruddh as she swirled around the hall once again after the several times of her doing it, with her hands moving like the wings of a dove, so smooth and as she reached in front of him, they did their steps so in sync, that the spectators almost forgot they were two bodies, not one.

“That’s not what we promised each other though.” Aniruddh said his voice almost a whisper making Bondita shiver as she turned to him. Bondita looked at him, as he slid his hands on her waist again; “That’s why I dare to see the sun tomorrow.” She whispered and unlike the last times, Aniruddh tightened the hold quiet aggressively and pulled her to himself, pressing his body against hers, picking her up holding her waist and rotating through the large hall.

The intense beats subsided and the soft theme spread on the floor while there were stars falling on them. The stars may not be real, but their eyes held a glimmer, which beat the glow of every piece of star that fell on the floor there. “Because you’re my...” Aniruddh said, as he slowed down his moves, her still picked up on one of his arms while the other hands of theirs entwined with each other.

Aniruddh leaned towards her and Bondita closed her eyes, taking a sharp breathe, her lips were a darker shade of red now and her whole face was crimson. “I am your English rose.” Bondita confessed almost breathless. A smile spread over Aniruddh’s face as he heard it. As they reached the middle point of the hall he slowly put her down, and they both twirled again just holding each others waist before they returned to each the former position and then Aniruddh whispered near her earlobes, his lips brushing it quite aggressively; “and I am your moon.”

Bondita opened her eyes to look at him, he had a different spark in his eyes, his eyes had turned darker with desires she doubted if he himself could decipher, Aniruddh couldn’t take his eyes off from Bondita, who had now turned into a darker shade of red than the blood red she was wearing, her eyes said a whole saga about her undying love for him, the passion. The young love spread in the air like every before and the sky couldn’t help but shower stars and sparkles on them.

Aniruddh and Bondita parted for one last time to hold up a hand of each other entwined to twirl once more before he held her waist with another hand and made her bend almost mid floor, during the classic waltz dance move as the music ended with a uniformed code.

Aniruddh’s face was inches away from hers as they stood in that position, he couldn’t break their entwined hands, thus Aniruddh inched a bit closer, as Bondita took sharper breaths to blow on her face to tuck away that little strand of air on her face. Bondita moved her face to a side as she felt her breath on her face, Aniruddh slowly took his hands entwined on hers, and caressed her jaw to make her look at him, Bondita still leaning on support of Aniruddh’s strong arms as they stayed in the Waltz Position.

Bondita slowly looked at him, her breaths uneven, lips parted and trembling, face all smeared in crimson. Aniruddh whispered slowly but clearly to her lips; “I love you Mrs. Bondita Aniruddh Roy Chowdhary!”

Bondita looked discreetly at each movement of his lips as he said it very clearly and swallowed at the proximity and the his warm breath hitting her face along with that filthy mouth of his moving so close to hers. She bit her lips, before she answered; “I love you too, Mr. Aniruddh Roy Chowdhary.”

Aniruddh had a lopsided smirk on his face, his eyes turning darker and darker at that confession as he heard claps behind him from the spectators there. He knew the night was going to be one of the wildest in their lives.

“Ballroom Dances are the most classically sexual yet romantic form of art ever discovered. To Waltz around a room with a handsome man to classical music while others look at you with envy and after music ends, both of you with flushed cheeks, breathing fast, the sexual tension; that was the romance.”

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So its the quote I wrote at last, which inspired me to write this OS. Its a random piece of comment I saw on Instagram but it holds a hell lot of feelings.

This is one of the most confusing sh*ts I have ever written. I have no idea how it turned out. The only thing which helped is a little research I did about ball dances.

This is entirely a work of crap and please forgive me for this. I have no justifications.

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