There was much to be said about the addiction that music could be; particularly when it resonated with something deep inside of her and left her in a haze without telling what was much in agreement with the desire and longing that she identified with in the woman's voice...
Yeh kasoor mera hai
Ke yakeen kiya hai
Dil teri hi khawatir
Rakh chod diya hai
Nearing a state that was pure psychedelics at play...
For there were no visions of swirling, vibrant colors or imagined saccharine songs of a mermaid's call that came wafting in the air; they were mere mind-tricks which could not be compared to the maddening feel of his fingers slowly being dragged upwards over her arm.
Tu hi sabse kareeb hai mere
Tu hi mera naseeb hai ab yeh
Mehsoos kiya hai
A warm hand cupped her nape, as the nub of his thumb stoked the side of her cheek that rested on the pillow and her lips seared from the heat of her own skin; she swallowed, causing her neck muscles to convulse from that buried thirst and her throat glistened from the droplets still stuck to her skin there.
Ek tuhi hai daulat meri
Haasil tu mera...
The back of his hand swept the wisps of hair that had flown into her face and his fingers traced a path of desire over her shoulder and well down the back of her spine; ruffling the sheet that came up to her chest, he nudged her closer.
Kitni hai mohabbat tujhse
Be hisaab wafa
There was no seeing in that fix. And with nothing to hear but their bated breaths that passed for the weakening twilight whispers, it was a game of the senses she tried to keep up with - a touch, a slither of his finger over her wet skin, an arousing kiss that ended with a soft hiss of moans; a welcome insanity of inflamed passion.
Hasraton se badhkar apni
Chaaha tujhe hamesha...
As they both lay next each other, the start of a mindless intoxication swept her to pieces while he pulled her into the holds of his body, his feet leaving tingles where he slowly caressed a line up and down the length of her calf.
...
Tu hi sabse kareeb hai mere
Tu hi mera naseeb hai ab yeh
Mehsoos kiya hai
In the dimming light of nightfall, her gaze traveled along his jaw, as the tip of her finger reveling in the prick of his raw stubble moved down his neck to the warmth of his chest, his mound of corded muscle fitting the curve of her palm He encased her hand into his, while she her palm lay there feeling the rise and fall of his breathing and raised it to give a full kiss to the inside of her palm that had instilled a revolting restlessness in his eyes; the heat of his mouth searing its way into her flesh.
Koi dard raha na dil mein
Na koi kalaah
Har khwahish puri hui hai
Tujhe paa jo liya
Thus their fingers came to lace, tangled from an urging and a wanting rose everywhere their bodies touched. Her back flexed and she came to fully rest on him, when she felt something cold touch the skin by her shoulder. Her gaze shifted to his chest and there it was...a gooey smear of chocolate dripping onto her...
Door mujhse ho na kabhi na
Karna yeh ek ehsaan
A cold sweat came to be...her eyes were stricken with fear and her breath halted in her chest.
Yeh kasoor mera hai
Ke yakeen kiya hai...
Her eyes flicked open and she was sitting up on her bed. Holding her head, she took in lungfuls of air. Her head tipped back and she stared into the ceiling until she fell back into her pillow, just as she removed her headphones that she'd orgetfully gone to bed with.
As she had her lower lip drawn in-between her teeth, the sob that raked her chest was contained inside and pushed against her throat.
"Are you ok?", Meera came running in, "I thought I heard something from your room..."
Meera's words took her eyes to the laptop that'd fallen to the floor, but she didn't bother picking it up to check for its functioning while it remained the last of the things that needed her attention. Even as Meera, came to sit by her side, she shifted her head into her lap and coiled herself as a wounded child; the tears that she'd restrained a moment before, flowed freely from her eyes.
"Don't tell me you are missing Dev...", Meera called out stoking her hair, "Or did you guys fight again over chat?"
She shook her head slowly, for words wouldn't just yet come to her and she took Meera's clasp into the crook of her neck with both her hands, as though that was the only lifeline left to live with.
"Are you hurting?", Meera tried to turn her face, "Are you feeling ill or something..."
Yes, she thought to herself, the illness was all in her head.
Suddenly, she sat up swiping at her nose and picked up her phone to place a call to her husband. When it reached his voicemail as routine as ever, she cried out her message: "Dev, it's me. I'm...just calling to say Hi! (A sob), Just wanted to know if you have booked tickets to come over this thursday for Karwa Chauth. (Another sob echoed from her throat). Please come...we need to talk. Really...really need to talk. I miss you...I'm just falling sick, I think. Please call me...Please...", and she fell into the bed, breaking into a fresh course of tears even before she was through with that call.
Meera took the phone and cut the line while she lifted her feet and folded them under her.
"Geet...Please!...what is it? What is happening?", Meera tugged at her shoulder as she had her face hidden into the mattress, her voice thinned from her concern, "Are you sick?..."
"Yes...", she said at last, after finding her voice to hint Meera of her sickness that was depraved at best.
Tu hi mera naseeb hai ab yeh Mehsoos kiya hai...
And just like that the reckoning clicked into its place; of all that she'd come to sense every time she'd heard the woman achingly rendition, Mehsoos kiya hai'
"I don't know, Meera...", her tone was thickened from her continuous sobbing, "I couldn't have helped it...both by body or mind..."
"It was only a dream", she said taking a deep breath to coax the pain away from her chest, "but it feels like it ended all else..."
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