hi guys a short os from me! there won't be another part. i am going to be busy this coming week so updates are doubtful! and i am having exams on 1st, 2nd and 3rd feb! so updates will mostly be after that! so for now enjoy this os and leave your comments! and don't forget to hit the like button!
A January Morning!
It was a cold January morning and she was in her favourite white knee-length skirt and blue short sleeved shirt. Out of mere fantasy she had a cold shower in the morning and it was taking its toll. She was shivering; her lips were pale pink and trembling. She had a dark red shawl draped around her shoulders to shield her from the oncoming cold waves. These were one of those many times when she yearned for a partner, someone to cuddle next to. Sleeping alone in cold nights was very boring and uncomfortable. This January was really very cold, especially during the early mornings. Most of the time her hands were cold like a dead body. Even though the atmosphere and everyone else would be warm by late afternoon it was only her who would still be cold. And her hands always had that chillness, a sense of dead life. But she loved these cold mornings waking under the warmth of her thick blanket and the slow sipping of her black tea. Drinking hot tea always evoked a tingling sensation in her. The only missing thing was a partner.
Drawing her shawl more close to her body she quietly moved to her kitchen to make her a cup of tea. While making tea her eyes fell on a picture pasted to the refrigerator door. It was a photo of her cuddling next to him. They were wrapped together in a single shawl and so cozy together. Then her eyes slowly moved to all the other photos pasted there and then her gaze shifted to the photo frames on the walls. Her eyes and body, as in a trance, followed the trail of photos to the living room. Her entire house was a photo museum of their pictures together. In all those photos they were cuddling together or hugging or his hands would be safely and possessively wrapped around her delicate waist or hip. Even the photos emitted warmth and coziness. She longed for him. She longed for the grazing of his stubble against her delicate skin. She longed for the protective embrace of him. It was the kettle whistling that brought her out of his thoughts. She returned to the kitchen to again come out but this time with a hot cup of black tea. She then in a slow pace moved to the living room to sip her tea and to slip through their photo album. She was in a discontent mood without him.
Arohi positioned herself comfortably in the couch and then picked up the album from the table for a journey backwards. All the photos in the album and in the living room were reminiscent of various places they had been to. She opened the album and started the leisurely pilgrimage through them, sometimes going back in time. Her eyes got stuck in one particular photo which was just put there without pasting. It was taken in their cottage in Manali. Arjun had timed the camera so as to take the picture and she had a fight with him for taking that photo. One look at that photo and anyone could easily guess the events that had preceded it. Arohi was sitting on the bed with only a blanket draped around her and her shoulders exposing. Arjun was lying next to her, his upper body naked and his one hand around her shoulders. Arohi had an angry expression directed towards him and he had his trade mark naughty smile! That was also a cold January morning and Arjun was adamant about staying in the bed all day. They had a very busy night together and still he wanted more! He blamed the extremely cold weather for it! She couldn't refute that it was a damn interesting day. They stayed in the bed all day long sometimes just cuddling and sometimes making love. Looking at the photo she could still feel his warm body against hers and the prickling tingling sensation she always felt whenever he rubbed his stubbles on her bare skin. She loved the sensation immensely. Arohi wrapped the shawl more tightly around her. Though the day was ripening Arohi was sensing more chills down her spine.
The day the photo was taken was their first wedding anniversary and they had gone to Manali where they met for the first time. It seemed only right to celebrate their first anniversary in the place where it all started. Arohi clearly remembered the day they met. It surely was in January and about three years back. They met in the evening and there was a heavy downpour. An untimely rain was that but just in time for the two. It was raining heavily and Arohi was heading for her cousin's place. She had an unexplained hatred for driving and that day fate forced her to drive alone. The rain was intensifying and was not even giving any tiny hope of reclining. Heavy rain and bad road forced her to stop her journey half way and staying in the car was not a viable option. She stepped out of the car and looked around for a place to crash in and as a good sign she spotted a small cottage afar. She ran to it drenching in the heavy rain.
She banged on the door several times and after banging for about five minutes the door opened. A man stood on the other side of the door in a khaki shorts and a black vest. That was an unexplained magical moment for both of them. Arohi was dumbfounded by the magnificent man in front of her and she was drowning unknowingly in his hazel eyes. She felt an odd sensation of connection to him. Arjun was also staring at the ravishing sight in front of him. All he could register was a girl in an olive green shirt and blue jeans. He noticed then that her dress was clinging to her body and he felt it was not right to stare at her like that. He let her in and gave her a towel to dry herself. He raided his wardrobe to find her a cloth piece. There were only his shorts and t-shirts. He was on holiday. He gave her his smallest checkered shorts and an old small tee. The shorts were like a skirt for her and his tee was like a short dress for her.
She settled herself in front of his fireplace and wrapped the red shawl that he had given her around her body. She was slowly getting warmed up and to add to that warmth Arjun came with a hot cup of tea for her. She liked it that he brought tea instead of coffee. He seemed to like tea just like her. They sat opposite to each other sipping their tea, listening to the fire cracking and sharing their lives. He was an architect for a leading construction company in Mumbai and this was his grandparents' cottage they left for him. He was on a vacation. She was a budding writer also from Mumbai and was on her vacation. The entire night was spent talking and knowing. Both had a deep love for hot black tea, books, art, paintings, old Hindi songs and the colour white. It seemed unfair to them that they never met before when they had too many things in similar. But everything had a time to happen. And in the first meeting itself they felt a chord of connection that was hard to ignore. Their eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim lit night. The morning bloomed too early for them and the sun's bright warmth showered on them. It was time for her to go. Her dress was still not dry so he told her to leave it there and pick it up on her way back or that he could give it back in Mumbai. She preferred to get it back in Mumbai. At least she could meet him again then. Saving his phone number she returned to her world.
After that destined night in Manali they called each other and then meet again in Mumbai. That was the beginning of everything. Falling in love with him was so easy for her. They were similar and perfect together but they too had their share of fights. And in one year's time they got married and started their new journey together. It was blissful. They built a world of love, small fights and making up. Even their fights were symbolic of their love. Arohi drew the red shawl more tightly around her. She smiled at the red shawl. It was the same shawl he had given her on their night of first meet. She wore his clothes whenever his absence was too much for her. And right now she was feeling lonelier than ever. She got up from the couch, put the album down on the table next to her tea and then headed to their bedroom. There staring into his smiling photo she changed into his clothes. She wore his khaki shorts and black vest. Even though his clothes were over sized for her she felt more warm and cozy in it. The clothes were giving her his warmth and memories. She needed his presence to strive in this house. Taking in his smell from the clothes Arohi had an unusual smile on her lips. She loved his odour. Not of his perfume's but that of his natural odour. It drew her crazy every time. He and his smell had cast an unbinding charm on her from the very first night.
After being changed into his clothes, Arohi stood in front of the bedside table holding his photo in her hands and frowning. She missed him more than usual. It was their second wedding anniversary in two days and he was away on his business trip. She hated it whenever he went away. And she hated his company and boss for sending him away. Till the night she met him she loved the loneliness and independency of her life but from the moment he opened that door she couldn't bare a moment of loneliness. Life without him was crucifying for her. She grew dependent on him with every passing second. Sighing she put the photo back and closed her eyes remembering his naughty face. Suddenly she felt a pair of masculine arms snaking up her waist. She stiffened for a second but taking in his odour she smiled. He was home. Arjun whispered into her ears huskily,
"I love it when you wear my clothes! It turns me on like anything!"
And he slowly turned her around to make up for one week of cold nights and early mornings.
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