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It was the serene outskirts of a city, near the beach which gleamed magnificiently from the window of a house. Reyaansh lived alone there. His dream house, his only solace where he unleashes his imaginations with a set of brushes and colours. He is a young professional painter who conquered heights of brilliancy with his close to reality paintings. His every art narrates a tale. Every single work of his speak thousand words of a poetry.
He was lulling down peacefully on the bulged mattress after a long night of playing with the colours. He stirred in sleep as the waves hit the shore noisefully.
His mind wandered into one of his usual dirty hallucination which keeps on haunting his sleep.
His hands worshipped her body. Her face was shadowed in the darkness. He sucked her lower lip...his hand brushing into her hair and pulling her closer. His fingers made it across the nape, he bit her lip. She moaned clutching his back with her palm. She titled and leaned breathing warm on his neck. He peppered down kisses on the throat hungrily taking in her womanly image. His hand explored every inch of her skin. He groaned when her fingers hurt his back. He licked her honey dipped skin , his lips gave a trail of lovebites leaving red marks on her skin. She locked her fingers on his hair and pulled him back facing her. Thats when he got a sight of her kohled dark eyes which seduced him, which made him want to dive deeper into it. Before he could get a visual feat of entire her, she fused her lips on his devouring him sinfully. He smiled and kissed her back feverishly.
His loud buzzing alarm halted his slumber. His hand reached the beside table and turned it off hooked in the same position.
After lying down some more time wanting so badly the dream to be completed and left incomplete, he woke up rubbing his eyes.
Why can't I see her face completely, atleast for once?But still thank you for giving me a way everyday...
He hissed into the thin air looking up.
He had a quick freshen up in a matter of minutes and went to his working room. He held the incomplete painting in his hand and managed to carry the paints in his hand and a brush in between his lips. He placed them all near the shore with a smile.
Finally Miss Beautiful, I will get to see how you look...
He grinned this time trying to reminicise those kohled eyes. His incomplete painting would now become completed. His fingers skillfully worked on it, he was astounded with the forming image. The last stroke of the brush, he moved back to take a glance of the now-complete-painting. He was numb and speechless for few seconds.
Beautiful...
He stuttered after a gap of silence. He was taken aback by the beauty infront of his eyes.
Are you for real or just my imagination? If you are for real then what would be your name Miss Beautiful?
He would make love to her...once...twice...thrice... countless number of times. Everytime he was free, his mind used to wander back into her thoughts and fantasise her. She was the seductress who managed to turn him on everytime she occupied his mind.
Reyaansh moved around in the house. He was all done with his works to be released for the concept of making love.
His most of the paintings was of...a girl standing near the window with her bare back visible and the blanket concealing her essentials...her lips curved in a smile, eyes brimming with love and desire...her half undone strap and a lingering hand on her leg, Girl helding the collar of the unbuttoned shirt with her lips in between his...her eyes closed taking in the moment, A couple holding each other tightly in arms, a boy making love to the girl in his lap, lovers holding hands looking at each other passionately and many more.
"Marvellous Reyaansh. They are amazing like always...", the manager blurted out with happiness dancing visibly in his eyes.
He was heart-contented because they turned out to be much excelling than what he had expected to come. He glared at Reyaansh and grinned satisfactedly.
After a brief thougts, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"Reyaansh...", he spoke pacing forward and pointing his hand.
"Yes Sir...", Rey responded.
"The girl in the paintings is fiction?", his statement-come-question flared up in the huge cabin.
"Ummm...", Rey uttered in dismay. He was himself unsure on the question.
"I imagined her...I really don't know if such person exists", he answered genuinely.
Such questions from others only brewed up hopes in his heart for his Miss Beautiful. He was in love with this girl who engrossed his thoughts and never made him feel alone.
"We will get one painting printed as a preview before the release...if no issues come then we will launch all together in a week", the manager said.
"Ok sir...", Rey gleamed happily.
"I hope you won't mind it...because you know we can't publish without the right permission if that girl is for real", the manager said pointing out one among them.
"No issues Sir...I understand", Rey replied.
Should be happy or sad? Happy because the arts he loved and worked upon will be published without a halt or sad because deep within his heart he waited for that girl.
His finest arts were displayed at huge centres. He had to pay a visit to each one of them contributing his part of publicity.
Rey smiled heartfully to the response he received in few places. He walked out of one for receiving the call by the manager. Manager was the one who would take care of the complete production and least expecting to make it financial from the amount earned. Reyaansh respected him.
"Hello Sir..", he voiced picking up the call.
"Reyaansh...attend to stall no. 205. Immediately...", he heard the reply.
"In Half an Hour Sir...", he slurred.
"Ithna bhi urgent kya hain...", he mumbled getting into the car.
He checked the list in the car and paced directly to the spot. Turning off the engine, he got down the car. His eyes were awestruck at the huge crowd surrounded in a circle inside.
He walked towards them noticing for every possible clue and as if he was noticed, the crowd started chanting about his arrival giving him a way to the center. He gave them a casual smile and walked in facing the back of Manager. He moved beside him watching a girl who was the center of attraction.
His heart skipped a beat at the sight.
Beautiful lacked to define what he felt when he saw her.
She glanced at him and gave a huge smile which raced his heart faster. He looked at her lost in the eyes and smile.
"Reyaansh...", the manager said patting his shoulder breaking his chain of thoughts.
"She doesn't have any problem but the people here are creating hype...take her away", the manager cooed in a low voice in his ears.
Rey nodded his head in approval, his gaze travelling back to her. She was just a replica...like what he imagined her to be but she was innoncent...it was depicted clearly through her eyes.
He forwarded his hand with an unfading smile, she glanced around unsure of his action and then slid her palm in his hand when she understood it meant for her.
He walked in the front with her following him. Due to the flooding of the crowd, he cuddled an arm protectively around her shoulder. She stared at him when his fingers brushed her arm causing her to shiver at his touch. He looked back at her stanced, every inch of his body screamed with joyful happiness.
He escorted her to the car and opened the passenger door for her...she gladly sat in and he took his place in the driver seat.
"Where do you stay?", he asked unskeptically for a formality.
"I can actually prefer a walk. Its nearby...I actually wanted to talk to you...and Thanks by the way", she spoke nervously trying her best to hide the uneasy feeling.
He glared right at her when she mentioned thanks.
"I should be thankful for you...for not creating a scene there", he replied casually.
His eyes were turning a shade darker every second as they flawlessly wandered on the mirror checking her. Her dress casted her at her best...black mid-thigh one strapped and upto the mark neckline and a silver chain sparkled her beautifully. His mind was flooding with the fantasisies he imagined this girl with.
Miss Beautiful, the name chanted his brain continously.
Keeping the slow uniform driving pace, he glared across at her and questioned.
"Whats your name?", he questioned with curiosity.
"Kria...Reyaansh, I heard that you paint non-fictionally but then why some girl who looks like me?", she questioned soothingly grabbing his attention.
He was already dazed when she took their names almost together. How he fought back the urge to just step and kiss her luscious lips but was keeping away not to startle her with his actions.
Should I say I f**king imagined sharing my house with you? Or better that I was imagining her as my love for life sneeking under the same blankets and making love like always?
"This is my house...", he said halting the car in the parking slot avoiding to answer her question. Kria whose gaze was stern on him upto now acknowledged the surroundings mesmerised by the natural enchanting place.
She paced out and sashayed forth noticing every piece of feature. He very well knew he just can't avoid the feelings he had developed all these days especially when she is magnificiently infront of him.
He wanted to cuddle her, kiss her and care for her but this time for real like he imagined it to be.
She straited into the house watching the replica of herself.
Her fingers caressed it tenderly. Rey who was glancing all this walked upto her until there was barely an inch gap between them.
Kria stiffened at the proximity they shared when she felt his hot breath hit her shoulder.
"I love her...", he confessed looking at her keeping a check of the emotions she portrayed.
She was astounded, she titled her head to look at him. He held her shoulders and turned her facing him. His palms shivered when he cupped her face.
"I never knew she existed...and now I do, I can't stay away from her... I love her", his huskily voiced.
Their eyes locked in a knowing confrontation.
"I love you Kria...", he spoke his heart out meaning the words he said.
"Will you stay with me...FOREVER?", he questioned gathering the courage.
She melted at his words. He was waiting for love...unconditional love without expectations...his eyes had that hope and love.
His words were genuine and from heart. She gave in the moment and hugged him wrapping her arms around his neck. It felt good and familiar.
He rubbed her back and kissed her hair.
"I was in love or I thought so to be twice before but gradually I left them because of the yelp they always did about my career and about love...love as in my love for arts...they felt I loved my arts more than I loved them. It was true though I hate to admit that.
I always desired for a girl whom I wanted to be with for the rest of my life and they never were her. My life is now perfectly painted picture, complete. No space for anyone else except me and you...", he said tucking the hair behind the ear and kissing her forehead. He smiled when her lips curved graciously.
"Are you sure you want to learn painting? Mrs. Singhania...", Rey asked.
"Yes", Kria answered adamantly.
She moved in between his painting and him with her back towards him. He smiled and pulled her closer against him. He slided his hand under the shirt and placed his palm on her smooth waist feeling her flesh against his skin. She stiffened at his touch, his melodious laughter filled her ears earning a smack in return.
"Rey...", she alerted him.
"Okkk...", he stressed.
"First, you should know what exactly you want..", he said eyeing her.
Her eyes filled with confusion.
"I mean what exactly you want to draw and paint", he whispered near her ear.
He lifted her in his arms locking her eyes with his. Passion and desire for each other was filled in them. Her arm was wrapped at his neck while the other was clutching his shirt.
He leaned her down on the bed and took his place above her. He placed his legs on either side of her body, bent forward and crushed his lips on hers. He bit them and suckled devouring them. Kria held his shirt and pulled him closer until his body rested on hers. His tongue explored her crevices enjoying her taste as their tongues battled for dominance. When his fingers loosened on her nape, she took the chance and pushed him with her on with a him and smiled. Her fingers locked his hair tightly as she fused into a passionate kiss, he moved the strands of hair falling over the eyes and kissed her equally feverish. She relished his taste nipping at his lips passionately. His hands slid under the shirt to feel her skin. Kria broke the kiss panting. His stern yet affectionate gaze always kept her on the edge. She placed her palm on his cheek and her fingers wiped the trace of colour on it. Giving her enough time, he held her waist in his hands and swirled her to underneath him and kissed her lips. His fingers worked skillfully and unbuttoned the shirt tucking it away onto the floor. He had a visual feat and quickly devoured her clevage giving lovebites making her moan in response.She tugged at his shirt and hit to the floor and planted kisses on his shoulder arousing him to the peak of actue desires. His fingers kneaded her flesh applying right pressure gently across the curves. She gasped when he fondled her curves biting her lip. He undid the last piece of cloth forbidding her complete image and feasted on it. He sucked on the tip squeezing the other curves...her moans filled the room. He fondled her curves worshipping the body, he trailed kisses on the curves down her body and teased her navel suckling it as his tongue played around.
"Reyyy...", Kria voiced locking her fingers in his hair.
He teased her mercilessly making her writhe and anticipate on more to come. His free hand moved down to explore her smooth skin. His fingers rubbed her making her sigh and arch her neck against the bed. She closed her eyes taking in the utmost pleasure she was receiving. His minute touches were burning her then on. Her nails clutched his shoulders tightly, he groaned. He thrusted into her completing her..completing himself.
He lied down breathelessly on her side with his eyes closed. He panted for a breath. He opened his eyes and watched her from the corner of his eyes.
He placed his elbow on the side of her head glancing her, she was looking at him. He smiled caressing his fingers slowly on her face. She blushed and cuddled him resting her head on his chest with a smile.
This is the end of the OS...
Sanju, hope u liked it... :)
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