SS: Memento Mori: Last chapter, updated 22.04.2022, Page 14 - Page 6

Thank you so much dear !! 🤗Means a lot ❤️

I’m so glad you enjoyed it, I’m working on updating the next chapter soon 😳

Originally posted by: Naamika

Look at your words! Damn, Kiara! 😍

Honestly I'm in Awe. The way you tell stories with simple words and spark an imagination. Enjoyed every bit of this heartwarming treat.

Post the next part jaldi se please! 😁🤍

Also, thank you for tagging.

Thank you so much for the tag!

Beautiful update!

I love your poems... Thank you!

Thank you so much 🤗

And about the poems.....❤️❤️

Originally posted by: Taaniii

Thank you so much for the tag!

Beautiful update!

I love your poems... Thank you!

Chapter4: This maddening love, your dark sweetness.

Silent nights speak of our bliss,

Of sweet magnolia is your scent,

I melt in your embrace,

Your eyes hold poems of my love,

Your dark tresses profess my caresses,

But my heart is set at your feet,

I know, you shall never walk over it.

Raghav gently untied Pallavi's hair and helped her remove a few pins that held her beautiful tresses in place, only so that her pretty moonlike face was not shadowed. Long tresses fell on her shoulders and then her back. Did he just fall in love all over again, Raghav ruminated in his thoughts. Pallavi continued staring at this man she had vowed to never see, and yet here he was, professing his love by this simple act bound by care and a profound sense of intimacy. While she had already told him that she was not nervous, her new husband's proximity drove her to the edge. It was not that they did not kiss before, it came naturally to lovers. It's not that he did not hold her hand before and it's not that she had never thought of their wedding night before. Yet, everything about him felt different. Was it because they were now bound by the sacred thread? Pallavi was lost in her thoughts when he lifted her off her feet and walked to the couch placed next to their marital bed.

"Tell me, where is your mind today?", he asked her as he placed her on the couch and sat on the floor, placing his head in her lap, his favorite place ever since he found her. He would never have it any other way and Pallavi had given up persuading him otherwise. If he loved this, she loved it as well. Her hand went into his hair, earning her a deep sigh from him.

"So?", he asked again, now comfortably seated.

"I was thinking of how far we've come...", she spoke as if her soul had been transported to the day they first met, a disaster was in the making.

"Hmm. Tell me more. How do you feel about it", he asked solemnly. He knew that the love they held for each other was enough to burn the bridges to the past but he never stopped her from bringing up their numerous encounters, even the ugly ones. Love is all encompassing and there's no room for selecting only the good parts. It came with the bad and the ugly and while Raghav may not have read books on love, he had walked on the path of love in all its ugliness, eventually leading him to the beauty of her soul.

"I feel like I've known you for a thousand years, Raghav. I feel like that was not the first time we met", she said after a few minutes of silence. They shared several moments of silence while they were together, yet it was never deafening. Their silence was a medium of exchanging deeply rooted feelings where words had no place, betraying the fireflies outside their window who seemed to be eavesdropping to catch a glimpse of a love that the moon spoke so highly of.

Raghav looked up at her glowing face and he knew that God had blessed them once again, for this was not the beginning of their love and it was not going to be the last of their time together. In the days of their painful separation, Raghav unknowingly embarked on the path of self realization, shedding the skin of his sins and mistakes as he walked closer to love, though without her by his side. She visited him in his dreams but like a mirage in a desert. Her eyes twinkled with the love he wished to see yet there was never a smile on her face, as if she awaited his crossover before she could unburden her lips from the love she wished to profess to him. He knew what Pallavi felt. A thousand years is how long he's known her too.

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Why do you love me so,

A mere human I am,

I fear losing myself in this madness,

My soul is drifting,

Ready to burn.

To die, and then,

Resurrect in your arms,

I become the fire that consumed me,

Look at me, he speaks,

But who looks from inside him,

If not me?

Pallavi had never felt so loved and special before as she did under his loving gaze. All her inhibitions found a safe haven in his care. Her shyness was countered by his boldness. Her skin melted under his touch, as if she were a wax doll. Her dark tresses, like a dark night, covered his face as he picked her up once again in their continuous dance of giving and taking.

"See yourself through my eyes", he whispered, each time his eyes lingered over the nips and dips of her body which were never privy to anyone else's eyes before.

"Open your eyes", he gently demanded as his lips and hands felt bold enough to glide along her the softness of her skin. Her smoothness melting away with each kiss, an eternal ache seeping in at the loss of touch. Body rising through the spirit, spirit up from body and an endless pit of pleasure. She felt his passion taking over her heart and mind, all coherence abandoned as she cried in surrender under his weight, clutching onto him as her spirit slowly settled into her body.

"Look at me", he spoke to her as she gently opened her eyes, all the while stroking his handsome face. The crackling fire gave a shine to her body yet it was his ability to love in abandon which made her feel beautiful, and now a new found boldness urged her to hold and love him in equal fervor.

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Some nights stay up till dawn,

as the moon sometimes does for the sun,

turn, as the earth and the moon turn,

circling what they love,

around and around until morning,

when a breath of air says, now!

A free fall,

I surrender to your spirit,

Passion breaks loose,

Shallow breaths,

Let the souls mingle,

Until they're one.

And then, silence.

Raghav had never felt the intensity of love until he looked into her eyes as she surrendered her heart, body and soul to him in this act of love. Did it feel better to love her, or be loved by her, he could not say. His mind felt like it spun out of consciousness several times as she cried in passion, yet here he was, watching her take over his presence with her innocent yet bold caresses, like excellent lover. Her dark tresses over his face felt like the night sky, intoxicated by her scent.

"I love you", she whispered several times as she moved through the night, returning the love by matching his energy and passion, A familiar ache making its way to the depths of his core, an urge to merge, once more, all counts lost. Intimacy, and longing for intimacy; a fine love and a disastrous surrender, together.

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The night was still young, it almost seemed like time was on a standstill as these two lost souls found home in each others arms. Tired from their private dance, Raghav and Pallavi could hardly keep their eyes open, yet there was an innate need to keep awake. Raghav pulled Pallavi close to him and wrapped his arms around her, like a promise to shield her from all pain. Pallavi folded into his form effortlessly and looked up at his sleepy face.

"Raghav...", she spoke, cupping his face with her free hand.

"Hmm...", he answered, still lost in the aftermath of their fervid encounter.

"Do you remember the first time we met?", she asked him, cautiously looking at his face, for signs of acknowledgement of the emotion she felt they both shared in that moment.

After a few moments of silence and contemplation, Raghav spoke.

"Yes, I do. Why do you ask?", he asked her, not out of curiosity but out of a knowledge of what she already felt. He could easily read through her questions.

"What did you feel then? Why did you burn my sarees? Did you always react so harshly with all women?", she asked, weighing each question slowly. This was not a recollection of events but it was out of the need to put to words the feelings that they never addressed since the day the met.

Raghav smiled at her, a disarming smile. She blushed as his eyes lowered to his lips. Lifting his hand, he let his thumb feel her soft lips.

"Attraction. That is what I felt. A strong pull towards you. The fire in your eyes warmed my heart, but my mind refused to believe its intensity", he spoke honestly. The time of denial was long gone.

Pallavi looked at him with more admiration than before. She was not the only one to feel that way, she thought.

"My turn. What did you feel", he asked her, lifting her chin up so that they were inches apart from reigniting what they had a few minutes ago.

"Have we ever felt differently?" Her question becoming the answer he had wanted to hear.

"Tell me more. How did you feel about me all the while you claimed to hate me?" she nudged on, though her questions were not accusatory. Rather, it added to the love they already shared. A walk in the past did not feel traumatic anymore.

"I was infatuated. I rebuked myself for feeling that way, yet I could not keep myself away from you. The challenges, the fights, the taunts....it was nothing but a result of my denial. I loved to rile you up, I loved to see you scrunch your little nose...yes, just the way you've done it now....I just loved everything about you. Your presence added flavor to my otherwise lifeless existence", Raghav confessed. He had come a long way, from wandering into the darkness that he created for himself to walking with Pallavi to light, revealing every bit of his soul to her. Everything belonged to her now.

"And when did you realize you loved me, Pallavi?", it was time for him to ask the questions.

"I already told you Raghav", she said quietly.

"I want to hear it again.....take me back, please?", he insisted, his eyes softening knowing what was going to come next will shatter him again but in that devastate, he will see her love for him, once again.

They both relived the moments of that fateful night together. It was always going to an important day for them, regardless of the pain they both went through in their separate journeys.

From attraction to infatuation,

Springs love and trust,

Not shy of any worship, a reverence,

Leading to this maddening love,

Your dark sweetness,

Sanity is for the practical,

Real value comes with madness,

beneath the hurt and grief.

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There's no describing the windings of this road. The fire was still crackling, as if the firewood and fire still spoke to each other about the love they have for each other. All consuming, like an intense love affair. Pallavi took in the form of her sleeping husband. She would gladly watch him sleep all night.

"Raghav, wake up....", she ran her hands through his hair as she tried to wake up. He stirred in his sleep, holding a smile, as if dreaming of her. She continued her trials until he renounced his sweet dreams to find his newly wed wife sitting across him wanting to unburden herself of the words that danced on her lips.

"I am ready to move back", she smiled at him. They had spoken of their strange arrangement. Raghav insisted he would fly every three months to her if she did not wish to return. He did not wish to impose his wish if she found her comfort in this new place. He was willing to make all the adjustments to his schedules, without troubling her.

"When did you decide?", he asked curiously, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Tonight. We shall never be apart now henceforth", she said as she held his hands and pulled him up in her embrace.

Promises of forever whispered once again.

Love professed though intimate caresses,

Once again,

One over the other,

Gliding through the night,

All night long,

A tale of union and gratification,

Hold thy gaze,

All reason forgotten.

Now, a final surrender,

As we walk to our devastation.

Fear not,

Remember, we must die.

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Next chapter: (Last): Memento Mori.

IMPORTANT MESSAGE

That's all everyone. For those who know about the seven stages of love, this is the point where I reveal that my intention was to always write about the seven stages. It starts from attraction, moves to infatuation, then love, trust, worship, reverence, madness and lastly, death.

My first story, Trial by Fire, had attraction and infatuation, weaved in with the stages of grief, which ends with acceptance. I had intended to continue it with the rest of the stages but I preferred to write a sequel.

This story started with love, with the first chapter, Silent Whispers

Then it moved to chapter 2: Solemnity of soul, exploring love and trust

Chapter 3: Reverence - exploring worship and reverence together

Chapter 4: This maddening love, your dark sweetness - This chapter explores the madness found in love and that is why I did not want to make any explicit drawings from their first night together, hence the use of poems.

Chapter 5: Memento mori.

I hope I did justice to the aspect of madness without writing explicit love scenes between the two. Let me know how this one was. Thank you to those who take the time to read, like and comment. I truly appreciate it all!

Best wishes,

Kiara.

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I don't know what to say or rather how to say it. This was so beautiful. I am speechless. I don't know why but I feel whatever I say, whichever adjectives I use will fall short in appreciation of this chapter. The myriad of emotions you have so carefully weaved in this chapter is amazing.

I could feel Raghav and Pallavi's love trangress the very fabric of time and reality. The insanity or madness in love as you have said, has been seemlessly woven in your words. Cheers Kiara! Plz continue writing... this is a love story that I would cherish forever through your words.

The poetry! Oh my god! Did you write it yourself? It is so apt.

Beautiful as always. Your way of depicting their first night by focusing on the emotions instead of the deeds per se made the chapter brilliant where it easily could have been tacky. I was waiting for this part for a long time and now I'm going to have to wait for the end. The way you write is so poetic that I'm always in awe of you. You did complete justice to their love.

Speechless....your poetry is A class and so interwoven in your story...such lucid writing that make us feel the emotions....just loved it

I do not know what to say rather than well composed. 👏How well you have mentioned the steps of love in a marvelous manner. No words can describe it .

Each moments of raghavi are so touched by the heart . Thanks for writing so beautifully and keep writing more …..⭐️

Kiara,

I read the last three updates once again and this one 2 times. Mann nahi barta. Such beautiful potrayal and your words, I'm in love with your words. They have encompassed me in them just the love encompasses all. The instances, especially where Raghav sits with his head on her lap, my words are very diluted in comparison. It's that good. I'm speechless and in awe of your writing. Your words have the magic to make me transcend time and felt as if I was in there. I donot want to ruin this amazing and a fantastic story with my words. Just know I love it and I am eagerly waiting for the final part. You have always been above expectations. This one was somewhere in the stratosphere. These poems here has all my heart ❤️

From attraction to infatuation,

Springs love and trust,

Not shy of any worship, a reverence,

Leading to this maddening love,

Your dark sweetness,

Sanity is for the practical,

Real value comes with madness,

beneath the hurt and grief.

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Some nights stay up till dawn,

as the moon sometimes does for the sun,

turn, as the earth and the moon turn,

circling what they love,

around and around until morning,

when a breath of air says, now!

A free fall,

I surrender to your spirit,

Passion breaks loose,

Shallow breaths,

Let the souls mingle,

Until they're one.

And then, silence.

Lots of love 💕💕,

Vera ♥️

Hey! Thanks so much. I’m just loving reading these comments and feedback. Makes me so so happy. This was a difficult chapter, no wonder I took two weeks and I was so nervous when I posted it. Raghav and Pallavis love does transgress time and space, it’s the kind that lasts forever, even beyond forever! It only comes to lucky souls!

The poetry is mine, save for one. The one of the earth and moon circling is by Rumi, upto the point of the phrase “Now”. Then I added my lines.

I’m so glad you loved it! I feel encouraged ❤️

Originally posted by: AnushkhaA

I don't know what to say or rather how to say it. This was so beautiful. I am speechless. I don't know why but I feel whatever I say, whichever adjectives I use will fall short in appreciation of this chapter. The myriad of emotions you have so carefully weaved in this chapter is amazing.

I could feel Raghav and Pallavi's love trangress the very fabric of time and reality. The insanity or madness in love as you have said, has been seemlessly woven in your words. Cheers Kiara! Plz continue writing... this is a love story that I would cherish forever through your words.

The poetry! Oh my god! Did you write it yourself? It is so apt.