Hey there KAAians!! I'm sorry about not updating yet again... but seriously, I have no energy for it and if I did, I would only get rotten eggs and tomatos thrown at me. But just because my lovely Sana Di is at the hot seat this week, I've written this specially for her. I asked her to describe a scene for me that she wished to see IK and PS enact as Mr. and Mrs. Shiv Kapoor and she did. It was beautiful, and I just decided to pen my own lame version of it. So heres one out for my Lioness with a Finess...
I can't create it onscreen, but I'm hoping you'll like it Di...
I would also like to extend my hearty thanks to everyone for their warm wishes and "good-luck" for my exams. I have another on Wednesday and with your prayers, inshAllah, I shall do well!
"Raging Waves" (don't ask about the title... my mind is fried.)😕
"Shiv, aap kapre badal lijiye, warna tahnd lag jaayegi," (Shiv, go change your clothes, otherwise you'll catch a cold) the hush in her voice surprised her more than him. He looked over at her. The pale yellow of her sari had acquired a transparent touch as soon as the rain droplets kissed her sweet skin. She could feel his eyes take in every aspect of her body… The drenched fabric clinging desperately to her skin did not help her sense of vulnerability. As his eyes traced the dimensions of her petite figure, she felt as though them piercing through her soul… Unearthing the layers… Feeling her. The sensation sent shivers running the length of her arm as her eyes searched the grounds for a place to hide… Anywhere away from that captivating gaze that was bit-by-bit making her melt… Nervousness creeped within her as she rubbed the length of her arms, which she now crossed over in front.
She could feel his steps quietly approach her… Each footstep resulted in a doubling of her out of line heartbeat. Goodness, she felt as though her heart would leap out at any second… Why wouldn't the earth open up and swallow her?… The footsteps continued and… a breath away, their sound blended into the awkward yet strangely pleasant quietness of the room. She could feel his eyes hold her captive and she dared not look up. Without removing his gaze, he bent down and took hold of the towel she had laid there for him. As he held it in his hand, he felt a cool trickle of water hit his neck… Gently, it snaked through his already drenched t-shirt, but despite the fact, he could feel it drive its course. Straightening himself, he looked at her again. Her beautiful tresses were rain soaked, the tips dripping with purified glitter. After an endless pause, she heard his footsteps retrace towards the bathroom… But her breathing ceased to return to normal.
He twisted and tossed, but sleep had never been gracious since that fateful day he was bonded to her. In frustration, he lay facing the ceiling and stared into the nothingness… Without warning, his thoughts revealed the detailed gatherings of his intense observation from their earlier encounter. Her soaked sari clung to her tightened skin for sake of life, scarcely offering her body closure. Her hands rubbing the length of her arms… The lowered eyes… It all came back in sequenced flashbacks, provoking eccentric emotions within him. He cursed himself for feeling so, but he couldn't help but wonder what would happen result if that cool, tightened skin were to contact his tight, yet warm skin… A strange smile formed itself on his lips at the thought… And then he shook his head in anxiety. What was he thinking? Somewhere between his silent curses, his ears perceived the lowered murmur of trembling lips…
Immediately, he got up knowing the source.
"Gauri… Gauri?" He couldn't help but feel bad seeing her petite body shiver under the covers of her makeshift bed on the floor. She sat up at the prevalent whisper of his hypnotizing voice. Pulling back some lost hairs behind her ear, she replied back in an equally captivating whisper… "Ssshivv?" Their eyes met under the moonlight, seeing through soul of the night's darkness. "Gauri, tum bed par soh jao, main yahan so jata hoon," (Gauri, you sleep on the bed, I'll sleep here.) his voice held a decisive tone. She sat up straighter, slightly startled at the confidence in his voice… "Na…nahin Shiv. Aap bed par so jaaye, main yahan teekh hoon yahan," (N…no Shiv. You sleep on the bed, I'm fine here.) she insisted with just as much force. His eyes searched hers through, and in some moment, they looked away… and then met hers again. "Dekho Gauri, please manna mat karo, tum bed par so jaao." (Look Gauri, please don't refuse, you sleep on the bed.) This time, there was an authorative tone in his voice, but she could sense the softness beneath it all. "Shiv, main keh rahi hoon nah, main teekh hoon. Aap jaaye soh jaaye. Aapko neeche sone ki addat nahin hai." (Shiv, I'm telling you na, I'm fine. You go to sleep. You're not accustomed to sleeping on the floor.) His eyes inquired hers at the statement. Why was it that all she could ever think of was him? Ugh, he felt disgusted with himself for causing her so much misery. "Gauri please… mujhe kuch nahin sun na." (Gauri please… I don't want to hear anything.) If he was stubborn, she was no less. "Shiv, aap agar neeche soye toh tahnd lag jaayegi…" (Shiv, if you sleep on the floor, you will catch a cold…) The rest of her words lost balance as he interrupted mid-sentence, "Aur tumhe?… Tumhe nahin tandh lagegi?" (And you?… Will you not get cold?) A silence prevailed in the room. Finally, she sighed and he felt her lips rise in a faint smile. "Shiv, mera kya hai, main toh aise hi ghar bethi rehti hoon. Aap toh har roz office jaate hain, kaam karte hain aur…" (Shiv, who cares about me, I just sit at home useless anyways. You have to go to the office everyday and work…) Again, her words failed to complete. "Gauri, main jaanta hoon, tum bhi aise hi nahin bethi rehti. Ab chalo utoh." (Gauri, I known, you even don't just sit around. Now move.) He took hold of her pillow, but stopped at the sensation of her warm skin upon his. He looked at the silhouette of her hand on his, stopping his movement. Hers perceived the same, and gently, both pairs met each other again. "Shiv… aap so jaaye. Main teekh hoon." (Shiv… you go sleep. I am fine.) Another moment passed in the tiring quarrel and he felt himself helpless before her immense concern for him. In the spur of the moment, the words escaped his lips "Toh hum dono kyun nahin bed par so jaate!!!" (Well why don't we both sleep on the bed!!) His deep, husky voice echoed off the walls… There was an immediate heart-beating silence… After a moment, he spoke in a light, determined voice. "Gauri… main voh…" (Gauri… I uh..) The sentence phased into the stillness as his warm breath kissed the tips of her fingers stopping his words. She knew, he only wanted her to feel better…
He looked up at the clock piece sitting next to the bed on the table. 12:43 am. He cursed under his breath knowing very well he had to get up early due to the meeting with the Hong Kong delegates leaving tomorrow evening. Unknowingly, he stretched his arm out afar and touched upon a satin fabric. Turning half over, he saw her back turned to him. His hand rested upon a pillow, which acted as a barrier between them… But it seemed a rather dull attempt at presenting restrictions, for it seemed she was close to him always… And lately, he could smell her floral scent engulfing his senses at all times… The light of day, the dark of night. Smiling oddly to himself at the strange feelings, he lay back facing the ceiling with the pillow hugging his chest. He didn't know what made him so, but he suddenly turned his gaze towards her.
As if sensing his eyes on her, she turned to face the ceiling, and obliviously turned her eyes towards him… They held each other like that for an endless moment. Sleep had long left its destination… In a gesture of coyness or what she could not describe… Perhaps for sake of sanity, she removed her gaze from his. Subsequently, he did the same. Thus began a secret game of peek-a-boo… But this game looked through the soul… As they both turned around, their backs facing one another, a silent smile spread itself on their respective lips…
Jab Kissi ki taraf dil jhukne lagey
Baat aa ker zubaan tak rukne lagey
Ankhon ankhon mei iqraar honey lagey
Bol do ager tumhe pyaar honey lagey...
She moaned in a lowered voice, the result of a dream perhaps… As she gently turned to switch sides, she felt something get in her way… Slowly, she opened her eyes to the scene… Her heart skipped a beat at the realization of such close proximity with him. Her hand gently rested upon his the side of his broad chest, which rose and fell down in rhythmic tone… She felt hers breathing at a similar rate. She felt she should move, but the overwhelming comfort in the position seemed too luxurious to give away like so. He looked so much at peace. In fact, she thought she hadn't seen him sleep so well since the day they got married. Suddenly, she felt his hand slip behind her, unknowingly pulling her closer in his embrace. A coy smile came to her again as she lowered her eyes even within the safety of the night. Not knowing what made her so, or perhaps even caring, she moved in closer to him… Not allowing a breath of air to peer through… Pulling up the covers, she smiled and closed her eyes… The smiled deepened as she felt his grasp on her waist tighten…
Cheers,
dc
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