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A zealous effort to beautify a dream that went sore. '_'
She appeared reveled in them. He, well... jaws ajar, riveted. The faintly red shiffon though flowing down, smooth yet crisp, clung at places, steering helm. And his eyes squinted, in response at the coveted. She, now on tip toes, strode, standing still less than an inch away, duelling all along his eyes that never left her. Rising, her cheeks brushed past his ear turning them red, she was now loud,"Naaraz ho? Kabab?"
"Biryani ka packet khula hai!", sounding husk.
She shuddered and took a step backward, hands rushing to check on her knot. His chuckle though stalled her hurrying self, as her eyes setup to burn him down. They roared. And as she furthered the burn down his throat, he went dry unable to utter another word. In a vague attempt to hide his sore armour he turned and walked away, feinting anger.
She quipped, holding ears, yet again spluttering into his noose.
"Bolo... Kya karna padega mujhe?"
It had hurt him enough, that her innocence was being played by a despicable man, the one he despised. But HE has the right. SHE was HIS. He asserted.
He took the turn to paint her ear in a deep blush, nuzzling closer with every breath, every word of his.
"Wahi, joh tu kisi aur ke saath nahi kar sakthi"
The music sounded, loud and bellowing, before he could press on his need. He cursed under a sigh, the Navratra Dandiya night he was always excited about. He had changed. So has his needs. And he had become needy. He could not help it, not after she herself pledged, "Anything you want". Yet now there she was whisking away into the crowd, holding onto glittery sticks she never knew existed, fluttering with glee. He took his own pair, jelling in, reaching for hers as he splattered a dozen others. She watched him moving closer with every beat. He was coming for her. And knowing that, her heart raced away at another pace. Giddy yet needy. Lest before she knew he was holding her wrists, soft yet firm, pulling her towards him, throwing shiver into her bones. He winked, kissed the gold strewn tip of his pair, ushering her to switch places with it.
Another tug from him, and she was a breath away, as he blinded himself, waiting for her. She took her chance, to leave him awestruck, as she wrestled her hand away, her faint giggle lingering in his ears. Thrown out of the loop, they circled on their own, as an eye for an eye clashed instead of chistled glint-coated bamboo. And just when he knew she would, she leapt out, knowing he would follow.
She didn't know where, all she knew was she wanted him, needed him, and which every way she took, would lead him to her. She ran up a flight of stairs, he was following suit. Her mind hassled, all too caught up in the flurry, she could not see she was were she had first touched him. Her hands had fallen on his cheeks then, a lot louder than she would think of now. He had for the first of umpteenth times, pinned her to a wall, for reasons he never knew then.
And now for her every step towards the shady pillar behind her, he would take two, towards her. Yet a hasty attempt to evade his arms crossing her, saw the lighter thin piece of clothe covering her mane flutter away at an unintended wave of his hands. Guilty, he saw her fright form a drop of dew on her forehead, even as cold wind, brushed past her unyielding poise. He unwound his own stole, glistening black, and hopped it over her. Two steps closer and they moved in unison to find stance against the staunch pillar. Shaken, they were. She though swift, turned to hide what she knew could nolonger be hidden from him. And as her breeze shook of his wooziness, he held her back, closer.
Sliding a wayward strand behind, his hand, feathered down her cheeks, gliding down her neck. She limp, ended his trail in a pull that spluttered in the calm, a farm of beeds that soon hushed with a whimper. Snouting out loud that he had no intentions to play around, he framed her, his hand taunt, winding her hip. She obliged, trailing her hands around his neck, bending in for a gentle peck on her forehead. Deaned, he drew her face back up to his, lending soft kisses on her eyes. Her cheeks, he had showered with more before wavering to her lips, dashed in pink gloss. He pecked her lower lip. Nipping it, he tasted strawberry, only sweeter. She soon teased him back. Effortlessly they smiled into the other, together. Deep in their wine of love, they exhaled a laugh and moved apart. Spinning, in eachother's arms, they danced in the doorway until a door slammed unto them, and the bell sounded. Stunned, they stood eyes glued in the warmth, when he looked away in a fleet of shame. Whilst all it took was a moment for him to know her eyes were still on him, gleaming, and he was drawn back. She sheared to leave his hold. And this time, she evaded him with ease, because he had let go. Leaning back, knowing SHE will always be HIS.
Love
Ress~😳
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PS: As you can read, the entire thing is not a figment of my imagination. I had begun with this as an OS when an article that never met reality inspired me, but then i ran out words for it... Too inspired lol. Until I saw yesterday what was convicted with passion and also executed with sheer passion , butchered on an editing table. This is just an attempt to bring to you the beauty that got lost.
