Date - August 26, 2010.
Dear diary,
I was mad - mad at the failing of my plan. As I stormed in her direction to seek answers, my anger vanished in thin air. There she stood - in a red saree. She looked oh so ravishing. I couldn't take my eyes off her. In an instant I forgot what I got there for. Our eyes met, and that created a surge of passion in me. I wanted to take her in my arms, make her mine for time eternal.
As we walked towards each other, I couldn't help notice her bare shoulder and long neck. They were teasing me and calling out to me - as if a river teases a parched soul. I wanted to feel every inch of her skin, wanted to drop a trail of kisses on her shoulder up.
And then we were close enough for me to drift my attention onto her lips. Oh so luscious, oh so kissable! One moment I wanted to crush them with mine and suck every ounce of their juice, and the other moment I just wanted to drop tender kisses on them and caress them.
Her eyes were shining - like lights in a dark room. I saw the same emotion stir in them - the same emotion I was going through. But then she looked away, panting as if frightened. Of me? Am I that scary? Why do I make myself appear that way? All I want to do is be with her and all she does is run away from me. Why? Why - I commanded her to answer my questions - but I received none. She started to walk away, but this time I was sure that I don't want to let her go. She brushes off my questions, but I stay adamant still seeking answers. I have no idea why I'm going after the woman who keeps rejecting me. Why am I so attracted to her?
I make a strong resolve to keep her as close to me as possible - even if it means forcefully. But she seems to have made up her mind to stay away from me. I try to take a different route - emotional blackmail. That works with most women. But she made my attempts futile yet again. My last attempt was to just break the ice! I figured there's no point beating around the bush. And this time she finally gives in. She agrees she has fallen for me. Before the smile can wholly set on my face - the smile of victory, the smile of a happy future, she quickly adds she agrees to being my fiance. No sooner she said that, my smile turned into a frown. As I saw her walk away, I could not help take support of the pillar to stop myself from crashing down. This was what I wanted to hear, that she'll keep close to me, then why was I not happy? What was it that had changed so much in those moments so as to make me frown?
Not able to understand my own emotions, I make a resolve to keep her as close to me as possible. I'll keep her close until she helplessly gives in and falls into my arms willingly. And that day is not far!
Only this woman has the capability to stir any emotion in me. Only she has the ability to make me smile, to make me cry, to make me restless or to put me at ease. Only she could open the closed doors of my heart, and now that she is in, I'm not letting her out so easily. That woman right there, in the red saree, is the object of my fantasies!
Geet's dilemma
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/geet-hui-sabse-parayee/1472927/yeh-dor-anjaani-si
