Her Love (By adi)
She asks herself a question and it startles her.
Does she know him?
She doesn't know what his most favourite colour is.
She doesn't know much about his family.
She does not know the vague details about his life.
And yetâŚand yetâŚ
She knows that he likes sitting in the early morning sunlight., reading his newspaper., quietly sipping his tea., while she is watering the garden. She knows he likes reading one of his favourite books when she is curled up with her own book in a comfortable distance to him.,against the other end of the couch in the leisure hours of the late evening. She knows., that even though he likes everything sweet., still he prefers precisely one and a half teaspoons of sugar in his tea.
She knows he prefers to sleep at the end of the bed that is close to the open bedroom window., giving her a sense of protection., that whatever evil may come towards her., should first pass through him. She knows., when he sleeps., his face reflects his inner peace., a trait only a being with a clear conscience can exude. She knows that when he gets angry, he rages and lightning flashes in his eyes.
She knows that he feels more deeply, more passionately than an average person. It's his biggest weakness, and his greatest strength. It's also one of the things she likes most about him.
She knows he likes comfortable silences the most, and animated bantering at times.
She knows he loves and forever because he has never been taught otherwise.
And as she looks in to his eyes âsuch bright, such warm, such beautiful eyes- Her heart can't help but skip a beat.
But Does she love himâŚCan those feelings termed as LOVE..?
She is aware that he has overpowered all her senses.
The ability to smell, to see, to hear, to feel and to taste. Each brings a new way to experience life and to fully understand. Each sense is useful in it's own special way and is very unique. The lack of one may make us surrender certain joys of life. Without even one, she realized, she wouldn't be able to fully appreciate him.
She Smells him.,
She is reminded of him., each time she smells rosesâŚ.like some heavenly scent.
Cologne - It's purely his scent. It's what she smells, even before she sees him. The scent that lifts her spirits, and her heart . The smell that., when she's in their room and she catches a whiff, she'll turn to see if it's him.
She Sees him.
She began to see him in the mirror he gave herâŚbut that's just his reflection.
Handsome, Precious, Angelic. Delightful, - Light.
In reality., Just a glance of him is all she needs to fill her empty heart.
His beautiful, warm, inviting, captivating, chocolate brown eyes, that she never wants to look away from. The eyes that don't just glance into , but pierce hers. The eyes, that see her heart and soul and show all of his love for her. The wonderful eyes, that see the beauty of life.
And she sees his adorable, loving, warm, friendly smile. The smile, that lights up his whole face. The smile that makes others smile too, the smile that she'll never get tired of seeing, the one that plays at his precious lips.
She sees him do all the things he does best.
The way he reacts, to different things that excite him.
The way he is glad when - She is Herself.
She Hears him.
"What does he sound like?" She asks herselfâŚ.looking at the wind chime he gave herâŚsaying her laughter sounds like its jingle.
His laughter to her is like Joy, like Innocence.
Its like the melodious sound the green bangles he gifted her make on her wrists .
And at night, as he lays in bed and falls asleep, his breathing is deep and rhythmic. Each exhaled breath carries a bit of him. The sound of his deep even breathing, reminds her of a light, beautiful breeze on a nice, spring day. Her sleeping next to him ., listening to the sound is safety and comfort to her, and reassurance.
His voice is full of love and warmth when he speaks, The sound that's lighter than the breeze, warmer than a bonfire and brighter than the Sun.
She Feels him.
She feels everything about him⌠even his deep, passionate love for her.
She feels the sensation the 'paayal' he gifted her leave around her anklesâŚstill remembers the sensations that he left imprinted., when his finger tips gently caressed her soft skin on her feet when he clasped them around her ankles.
She remembers the touch that made her heart sour with ecstasy whenever he encased her palms in his.
She feels his deep, and true love for her with only a glance. In his eyes he holds all of his love for her.
But what really makes her feel completely at home, and completely at peace, is the pure solace and bliss that he will always bring her when she falls into his arms and when he holds her close.
She Tastes him.
In every bite of a Jalebi and in every tit bit of Halwa.
Sweet, and enticing. Something almost addictingâŚ.
She tastes him in the nip of the early morning air ., with scent so fresh and invigorating.
She tastes him in the silvery light of the moon on a calm cloudless night.
YesâŚIndeed She Loves him.
She loves his simplicity, and his extravagance. His inner and his outer beauty.
His fiery temper, and gentle, loving side. His energy, and his calm demeanor. Every tiny piece of him is very important to her, for it makes him..HIM.
She loves the way she can be yelling at him for something he's not quite sure of and in the very next moment., she can be humbling and cannot lift her eyes., realizing her fallacy.
She loves the way he doesn't let other people sway her for who she is, and respects her when she stands up for what she believes in.
She loves the way he introduces her to people with such a pleasure in his voice. It makes her feel on top of the world when she hears him emphasize the words 'My' and 'Wife Anandi'. He sounds so proud, and it makes her wonder why he feels that way, when it's obvious that she's the one who's lucky to have him for a Husband.
She looks forward to the end of an evening when she's out with him. Sure, spending time out is nice, but her favourite part of the night is the way he turns to her in the middle of the street and just says, 'Let's go home.' In that moment, she always feels so unexplainably happy â He's - Hers., She's - His, and They 're together, and They have a home That's - Theirs.
Most Importantly., She Loves the ring of her new identity â 'Anandi ShivRaj Shekhar'
She Loves him. There are not many other ways to explain her feelings. She tries and tries to think of another word, another phrase, another sentence, but once she's thought long and hard, she comes to the same conclusion she had before. A reason that she has begun to understand, by having him in her life.
The full, calming, peaceful, grateful, overwhelming feeling that comes deep within your soul is called Love. And it's called love because no other words can fit the feeling right.
And suddenly she feels all this is just not enoughâŚ!!!
Her heart gallops at some thoughts that are clouding her mindâŚIf only Wishes were Horses â She sighs.
She wishes to run her hand through his hair, She wishes to experience the way her lips feel as he brushes them with his own.
She wishes to know the way his rough yet tender skin feels against her own soft and delicate skin.
She wishes to place a hand on his chest and feel his steady, rhythmic heart beat, assuring her that he's real and he's really there.
She wishes to find her feet and legs wrap around his own at night in bed. She wishes to be wrapped and intertwined with him as they sleep in each other's arms.
And when she wakes in the morning, She wishes to have her delicate head rested on his chest, and her heart swelling with pride.
And She knows., she is still empty and in complete without fulfillment of these wishes.
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There she is. Same spot. Every timeâŚ. because it's her favourite. The faint evening light that comes through the window is lighting her flushed cheeks. He's tired of seeing the tears over them. She's more. He's tired of waiting to lock his arms around her body. She's more.
She's tired of making him wait. He's more. She's tired of just looking at those lips. He's more.
So, they're even.
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She bites her lips, strongly. Her tears won't fall down again, she wonders. That would be something that she was sure she was feeling, something she was sure it was⌠The right thing to do?! Had it been? Couldn't she just continue to ignore it, as he had done, hiding his eyes from her, once he understood she was able to read them? She just thinks it all over again and again. This subject is so stepped, so thought about, so knownâŚ
Out of nothing, she feels a sudden urge to look to her side. Incapable of ignoring that numbness inside her heart, flowing though her veins, she turns her head gracefully, trying to remain unknown to the rest of the world. Her mouth opens slightly and her heart misses one (maybe even two) beats. He is here.
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Then, she notices him.
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He's standing at the door frame, uncertain of what to do. She can get it from the shine that fills his eyes. His searching look stops when their eyes meet. She doesn't know if she wants them to. Unsure and uncomfortable with the silence, she does one thing she just can't resist when she's around him. .. smiles with her soul on her lips.
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Her lips form slowly a soft smile. One that's one of a kind. Just for him.
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She waits, as she sees his standing figure.
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After all the time she has concealed that feeling that consumes her slowly, it's strange how she is so anxious. Her palms sweat.
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Eyes focused on her, he takes a step forward, finally. Just one. Quietly but effectively. Slowly but firmly. But it changes everything and that's all she needed to see. To know, to feel and to love.
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As his right foot moves, her sight gets all blurry around his body. Actually his body is the brightest thing in the room. She feels like she is the moth, running blindly to the flame.
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The next moment, she's on air. Just as her cheeks starts brushing his cheeks.. and her lips his lips, everything is blur around them. Just as he puts his arms around her waist, everything stops. Just as their foreheads press against each other, everything is THEM.
Finally, all is forgotten and yet remembered. Memories flash past their closed eyes. Everything he sees, she foresees exactly . And all she notices, he examines closely. Their bond is stronger now. The kiss is more vibrant as she remembers their chance meeting in the seclusion. The kiss is more passionate as he remembers he's the Man she was waiting for. The kiss is more real as they know of their love.
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She makes a decision and holds his hand as firmly as her weak fingers let her.
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She takes his hand. Without looking at where he puts his feet, he follows, half amazed, half hypnotized. Everything she exhales, everything she says, everything she looks at, everything she feels, makes his heart jump and his lips tremble. In this precise moment, she doesn't speak but she's still that fantastic girl. And that's all he sees and needs to see.
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Suddenly, after all the rushed walking, he is finally tempted to look around him. They are in the garden of their Own Home. Tonight, the clouds that remain after the bath of sunset that happened only few minutes ago form the most beautiful images. They mix rose, orange, yellow and all the colours he can associate to this moment. Between those masterpieces, there are many sparkling stars, concealing from the undesired eyes. They play hide-and-seek, teasing him, but he's not very interested. He has eyes only for her , his Wife.
Now, that the part that he was destined to do is achieved, he senses his heart, mind and soul are⌠colourful perhaps? Like the game of different coloured shadows that plays in front of them, taking their breaths away. He clasps her soft hand harder, not letting her go, when she indicates a bench that he hardly noticed before.
Turning around, she beams at him, thinking of the sweetness of his move. As they walk to their seat, everything stops, the world isn't turning anymore and the rest of the universe isn't breathing. Their eyes are locked, their bodies move in unison.
As he takes his place, she is immediately on top of him, making him widen his eyes with something he wasn't expecting. Once again, she smiles at his surprise. She is amazed too with all she is doing, for practically the first time. Then she leans on him without a doubt. Their lips meet again, after such time parted. For many a days, this gesture has been all that has filled their heads, all that has haunted their dreams. And it is a relief to be doing it now without any fears, without hesitations. In this moment, it is a sign of commitment, of love and of a lifetime.
She stops to breathe and sighs when he moans with disappointment, although a mischievous smile lingers on her lips. Slowly, she strokes his cheek with her thumb. His cheeks are hot and he's breathing heavily.
"SoâŚ" he responds, same mysterious toneâŚ. apparently victorious, although not at all wanting to win anything more than her.
She, at least, isn't very fond of letting go of this entire advance. So, she says carefully and in a calm voice whispers at his burning ear, - " I Love YouâŚ.
"âŚ.Shiv !!!" - This time, she completes it confidently, a knowing beam on her lips.
Her eyes sparkle with the profound darkness that's normally called the sky. A star shines, reflected in the middle of her black pupil. A tear comes down her cheek, slowly after such a long privacy of love.
He has promised himself he won't ever let anyone make her cry. But, this time, he lets her and cries with his beloved.
Two figures sobbing silently in the nightâŚ.But with a Joy in their Souls.
Finish..
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Edited by Don_theEvil - 13 years ago
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