Ahem. So this little scene had been driving me crazy so I had to put it down. Its not much of story but just a scene when I picture PhAb in a happy place. Likes, comments, criticize if you feel its worth it. 😳
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The petite figure wrapped in green lay in his arms like a doll with her back to him. Moving up a little he looked down at her sleeping face. It felt like an angel had fallen into his arms, she was beautiful. He smiled as the memories of earlier that evening crossed his mind.
'Abhay! Hamare naye kapre?' She had exclaimed pointing towards her deep emerald green silk dress which fitted her lean figure perfectly.
For a moment he had looked down at his own expensive looking tux but then without a second thought had pulled her down on the mat. They had been lying there for quite some time now and had not even realized when they had fallen asleep. It seemed the cold wind and harsh sand underneath them mattered little to them as they lay peacefully in each other arms. Even the sinister night hiding within dark secrets did not bother them as they rested comfortably in their own world which glowed bright with their love.
Admiring her he noticed that the zipper of her dress had come undone slightly, without a thought his hand went to zip it up but then as if his hand had a mind of its own it stayed there, his finger running along the bare part of her back. Moving her dark tresses which acted as a barrier aside, he blew at the nape of her neck. She responded to his touch, turning around she curled up against him. Her skin still tingled where his touches lingered, his fingers had rested.
Tilting her head towards him he kissed the corner of her lips, then placed a peck at the tip of her nose and moved up leaving a trail of kisses behind. She turned her head a little sideways now her face resting between his shoulder and chest. Coming closer she inhaled deeply, she could almost taste the minty aftershave mixed with his smell with a hint of her own. Her eyes still closed, a playful smile adorning her face, her hand went down his toned torso; her slender fingers undoing the few buttons left unopened on his shirt. Then as a reflex her hand went across his chest holding him tightly now.
'Phulwa…' He whispered softly, ' humein jana hai.' She moaned letting her displeasure known.
'Bahut zaroori hai Phulwa. Please?' Quickly she sat up, brushing aside her lose hair falling gently on her face.
Frowning at him she said, 'Kya hai har waqt kaam kaam kaam. Koi tu din aisa hu jab aap sirf hamare saath waqt guzarien. Lagta hai humne aap se nahi balke kaam se shaadi ki thi.' Folding her arms across her chest she pouted slightly.
He gave a small chuckle. At times she would be the wild cat and other the woman with a mission and sometimes she would surprise him with her child like manner. But most of the times she was his Phulwa.
She looked at him miffed asking, 'Ab kya hua?' Tucking a hair that had landed on her face back, he smiled at her and said, 'I love you.'
A dark flush crept up her cheeks as she tried hard to control the smile that always broke out on her face upon hearing those words. She had heard him say it before too but every time her heart would flutter, as if it was for the first time. He knew that she couldn't stay mad at him for long.
'Theek hai aap jain.' She said with mock anger. 'Jaon?' He asked her with a serious expression. 'Jaien na.' She said giving him a playful shove.
He waited for a moment then holding her by waist he pulled her closer whispering in her ear, 'You know…you are a beautiful sin.'
'Why?' She asked feeling short of breath already.
Nuzzling at her neck he replied, 'Because you compel me to do what is forbidden...' his voice almost a whisper but firm.
Her fingers entangled in his hair, she looked into his eyes filled with dark passion and her own longing grew. Once again she found herself melting in the warmth of his embrace as they lay again in each other's arms, losing themselves to each other.
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