A night of passion….
She now goes about calling herself Tania.ganguly. For what unearthly reason I cannot fathom!
But I know her as Tish, my very dear friend from the KS forum who regularly sweeped me off my feet by her excellent poetry and sarcastic rejoinders about the kadi that joined us together; Munna. We were always on opposite sides but I like to think we never let any kind of bitterness come in to our relationship. One day she just abandoned KS and me but god works in mysterious ways. We are back on the same forum and thankfully on the same side because my steam was getting spent trying to think of ways to get back at my witty friend and defend my Munna! Tish I missed you exceedingly when I wrote something on similar line for JB. I missed your answers to the teaser of the day and your enlightening comments on the Obs. I really missed fighting with you but all that is past and this is something dedicated to what we shared and share, this also a dedication to my fellow desperates. Shows are a dabba on one's intellect especially when the producers regularly insult our intelligence and mistake us to be morons which we are I think or we won't be so passionately involved with mere fictional characters yet they are responsible for blessing me with my wonderful family. KS Parivar is my family though only sorry shadows of the well etched characters remain that used to send us into heights of passionate madness. This place is an extention of my family. Thank you guys especially my fellow bhootnis for the warm welcome. So here we go.
I'd like to paste the same lines that went with Tish's fabulous poem from which this post is inspired
Note to readers:Hope this does not qualify as po*n. Please read at your own discretion.I have tried to keep it as aesthetic as possible, albeit there's nothing aesthetic about a passionate act.So just imagine D and K.
"A night of passion"
by tania.ganguly😆
A look at you and warmth feels me
I can imagine me melting in thee.
I long for those warm caresses
and pine for the passionate embraces.
You stand there enveloped in shimmering red
The pieces of clothing I would love to shred
As I reach for you with my trembling feet
I can hear the rising notes of your heart beat
You shy away, smiling, away from me
So you want to play a game, let's see
I hold your hand in my signature style
You bow your head in a shy smile.
I hold your shoulders and make you turn
I too can see the fire in your eyes burn
As I cup your face and bring you close.
I see the blush spreading like a rose.
As I kiss your eyes, I hear you moan
I take your mouth with a fierce groan
The familar taste I have come to know
Make the burning pain in me grow.
As I kiss parts of your ardent face
You respond in a passionate embrace
Your nails dig deep, but the pain is sweet
You taste so good, my delectable treat
As I slowly let the sari slither down
I can hear you protest with a moan
I close your protests with a demanding kiss
You seem to savor the passionate bliss
The shyness is gone, you too reciprocate.
You pull away the shirt of your alluring mate
And then as pieces of clothing we toss away
And engage in the sweet game of foreplay.
As we indulge in the slow discovery game
And each other's body we slowly reclaim
The passions rise and the urge is high
To take each other to the sparkling highs
We melt together; our rhythms combine
Spiraling in passion I take you as mine.
We lay together our breaths entwined
To rediscover and new things to find.
😳Hot😳 Hot 😳Hot whew 😳👏
and at the risk of insulting Tish I'd like you to think of the following as the prose equivalent of the above poem.😳
The dimly lit room the soothing light from the fragrant candles the strands of sweet smelling blooms the aromatic smoke from the insence sticks the inviting bed and his blushing bride waiting for him- Dev felt a thrill of dismay attacking his spine. A sense of dj vu enveloped him and he stood there paralysed as his brain automatically replayed all that he had wanted to so desperately erase from his memory forever. As he saw Payal being burnt as a sharp stab of pain assailed his insides and sent his head spinning in agony, his bride turned away from the window where she had been standing and he saw her lips curl in to a shy smile. And as if by magic the pain vanished. Dev felt what he realized he had never felt in Payal's presence-a healing comforting light spreading through him blessing him with odd warmth. He felt an urge to strip her off her chunri so not only the tantalizing lips but her face too would be visible and he could take it in his hands and…Dev inhaled sharply. Heat slowly circulated through him as he imagined her in his arms and the thought caused a tingle in his toes.
Dev Pratap Singh felt his trembling feet unconsciously move towards where his wife was standing with bated breath he felt his mouth go dry and hands become clammy. "Ridiculous" he thought. He was no first timer. But why wasn't he able to keep his emotions under check? Why just looking at that angelic face filled his brain with totally dishonourable thoughts? He had never felt that way where Payal was concerned. He loved Payal and would till his last breath but Kaajal had altered all that. She had made him realize that Payal was his past. No she didn't usurp her place in his heart. She had just taught him that Payal and she were two facets of the same love that was central to his universe. With every step he took towards Kaajal, he bid goodbye to the pain the fear the guilt the shadows that his past seemed to have cast upon his life and had converted him to a living corpse filled with nothing but regret and anger that he couldn't undo his past. He didn't feel guilty because he wasn't doing any kind of injustice to Payal. He would be if he continued living in hell and indirectly blaming Payal for his misery. He knew she would want him to remember her not in pain and agony but in fond memory. She would want him to move forward and forward he would move.
With a smile that brought in to prominence his dimples he walked over to where Kaajal stood in anticipation; eyes lowered head bent her heart in a flutter as her husband's face glowed with open admiration. Blushing she looked at him from under her lowered eye lids.
Just then a gusty wind whipped the red chunari off her head and revealed a picture-perfect face exciting an awe filled sigh from Dev. Not satisfied by the mischief it had created the wind caught hold of loose tendrils of hair and whipped it across her face while the conspiring moon bathed Kajjal in its ethereal beam surrounding her with an enticing unearthly aura. The smell of a mixture of woody scents from her sent waves of uncontrollable desire to cascade through Dev and with a mighty groan; he sought to kiss her cupping her face in his hands. Just as he was about to plunder her lips, Kaajal pushed him away playfully but Dev caught her hand and crushed her to his breast. Kaajal gasped as the air was suddenly thick with their sensuality and she felt his raw carnal passion ignite her skin. He tipped her chin towards him and glanced deep in to her eyes that were lit up with the same fire that blazed away inside his. Slowly he bent towards her and gently grappled her shivering shoulders. Pushing away her hairs, he set to taste her slowly leisurely. The lips brushed against her cheeks and her face setting her on fire but the maddeningly slow pace at which they explored her face caused her fettering in restlessness.
Atlast her patience wearing out she threw her arms around his neck and attacked his lips with passionate fervour. Her soft moist lips against his heated skin his passion soaked lips against her own throbbing ones unleashed an avalanche inside them. In one swift movement they had freed themselves from their physical trappings and set out to give direction to the infuriating passion that was making home within them.
He hungrily lapped up every inch of her and as he was about to claim her completely Kaajal suddenly overwhelmed by his maleness turned away from him shyly. Dev slid an arm across her waist and grasping her shoulder gently whispered sweet words of comfort and reassurance in to her ears"Kaajal I love you…main tumhare bina adhura hoon Kaajal….tum nahin tho main bhi nahin.."
After several seconds he found her relax against him slowly very slowly he lifted her up in his arms and laid her on the bed laced with flowers; it was hugely befitting her- a flower amongst flowers she was the Queen of flowers. Her shimmering skin her full scarlet lips those eyes limpid with adoration beckoning Dev to get lost in to them he lost all self-control and with a ragged sigh he claimed her. The shyness the self conciousness were things of the past. As he branded her with his love their unchecked passions reached new highs and the urges crossed new boundaries and their discovery of each other surpassed everything human Kaajal found herself enveloped in a cloud of bliss and hunger she dug her nails deep in to his male chest and whispered urgently"Love me Dev sir…."
Dev moaned as the bittersweet pleasure shot through him surprising him making him hungry for more. With a moan he claimed her again and again and as fiery embraces and demanding violent kisses thrusting tongues and skilled hands pronounced them as one again and again Dev sent a silent prayer heavenwards and begged that this time fate would remain kind…
-Raaga
Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon
Jodha Akbar
