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ReCap of Dil Kyun Yeh Mera Shor Kare
The vocalist's voice hums melodiously, dancing over the notes as Yash grasps the ends of Aarti's aanchal tightly. Words flow as she remains still...barely breathing"...Dil kyun yeh mera shor kare..." her hair swimming in the hidden zephyr as a pleased, anticipatory warmth casts a drowsy fog momentarily. She remains cocooned in the trap she had set for her husband, reveling in the knowledge that he desires her...maybe remembering the stormy, candle lit night in Mumbai. Yash stares at her intensely, eyes lost in the movement of the strands of her hair, the fall of her sari..."...Teri Ore Chale..." the slight rise and fall of her shoulders as her laboured breaths hint at the effect he has on her. His gaze remains dark and smoldering, fingers pulling her closer with every calculated tug of the sari's end. The slight smile on her face deepens, lips falling slightly open...want making its presence visible in the slow blink of her eyelids...drugged mould of her features. He keeps pulling her nearer, eyes locked to the mass of silky hair blowing wildly around her. The music crescendos, the vocalist's voice returns to a hum..."Hmmm...eheh..." as the violins do their bewitchment, "Hmmm...ohhohhh..."giving way to the intensity of the guitar when their bodies remain a hair's breadth apart...almost touching. Her back to his front as fingers traipse from the sari to her shoulder, holding it firmly, as if tempted to undo the pin.
"...Zara der main...yeh kya ho gaya..."
The first pressure of his fingers elicits a response, even with the layer of cloth between. Her chest rises sharply as she struggles to breathe in...closing her eyes in a wish to savour the moment...to heighten the sensations that race through her body at his one touch. Strands of her hair swirl titillatingly against his skin, and somehow, an expression already ardently burning, increases incrementally in its subtle, razing heat. Both remain lost in the allure of the nearness, and one can practically see the flames moving through their bodies, Aarti in her bid to breathe...Yash in his bid to see the affect he has on her. Turning her toward him, the dance of his fingers is so light...as if the contact may break a fragile, invaluable part of his life.
They drown in each other, eyes not glancing away from each other's faces...drinking in what they see and sense...their words remain unspoken as eyes speak all that lies hidden...offering silent surrender to the desires enticingly revealed...
"...Bheed mein logo ki woh hain wahan
Aur pyaar ki mele mein akela Kitna hoon mein yahan..."
Aur pyaar ki mele mein akela Kitna hoon mein yahan..."
Aarti's hand hesitantly glides up...fingers curling to rest over his beating heart...her head makes its way to his chest, listening to the beats her fingers feel...Both stand in perfect sukhoon...lost in the rhapsody of sweet junoon, until he tenderly eases the embrace to once again glimpse at her face..."...Hmmm...Hmmm..." right hand resting under her chin, lifting it so that he can look into her eyes... The vocalist croons in the background as Aarti's eyes drift shut...her expression one of expectancy as Yash's finger brings her face forward slightly. His hand slips back down to hold her at the shoulders again
"...Shuru ho gai kahani meri
Mere dil ne baat na mani meri
Had se bhi aaghe yeh guzar hi gaya
Khud bhi pareshan hua
Aur mujhko bhi yeh kar gaya..."
He admires her features, becoming enthralled in the innocence that stands on her vulnerable face. His eyes rove rapidly over her features, appearing to commit each eyelash, her tempting lips, her frisky hair...to memory. "...Dil kyun yeh mera shor kare..." He continues to stare until his fingers of their own accord, find their way into her loose hair...his weakness, brushing it aside...slipping languidly through the satiny, luxurious black locks...She responds by turning her face toward his palm, basking in the feeling of being touched...her eyes are still closed, but their proximity is so close that his breath touches her face...telling her that he can read what her closed eyes and parted lips are asking for...They both breathe unevenly as the gap is about to be closed...and... THE KIDS COMEđ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
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Do ignore any errors, I am tired from attempting to describe the impossible.
Have a good night from my side everyone.
Kittya (Kadeen)
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