Ang laga de re
Mohe rang laga de re
Main to teri joganiya
Tu jog laga de re
Touch me with your body,
Color me (in your color)
I have left the world for you
give me your own wisdom..
She flexed herself and waited with bated breath for the music to start flowing. It was a curse nowadays, being unwanted by him. The coldness that he showed in her vicinity, even his touches felt alien. She was here for him, after so many struggles, then why wouldn't he let her be accepted. Her heart ached by those alien touches, and all she wanted was to be his again.
She never thought those urges would be that persistent, that painful. Her whole body hummed when he touched her during their dance sessions, yet, he somehow always found ways to make his touches so distant.
Did she not leave everything to come to him? Why was that so hard to comprehend?
She stretched and felt her muscles hum with anticipation. He would be here any moment. He had just gone to the boys room to get a quick shower in before their dance rehearsal started, and though she wouldn't mind a shower herself, she wasn't sure she wanted to miss out on being with him. She adjusted her crop top again, trying to get her breathing back to normal. It had been such a long time since she even attempted a contemporary Indian song, the high-low skirt was the only thing in her wardrobe she could find Indian enough for now. Yet, the whole black ensemble at least gave her the freedom to move as she wanted.
She heard a faint noise coming from behind, and stood up from her stretching position, to see him standing at the door of the rehearsal hall, shirtless.
Prem ka rog laga de re
Give me this ailment of love
She gulped, and watched his eyes carefully, for any sign of emotion.
Main to teri joganiya
Tu jog laga de re
To say that he did not see her would be completely untrue. Yes, the day she had come back into his life, he had yearned for her every single moment. But then, he had his pride on line.
And then, he knew she did not want him anymore. Wasn't that the reason she had left him so long back. Her not wanting him only made him writhe in pain and want more of her, but he wouldn't ever disclose it to anybody.
And then, Swayam told him. It was just this morning that he did, and he couldn't help but get even angrier. Why did he not deserve the truth two years back? How dare they... Keep such a secret from him and make a complete fool out of him. He had thought, in the shower, that tonight would be the last of their dance practice. He didn't want to keep on fighting his body with his mind anymore.
It was physically painful at times, when she was in his arms, so trusting, to just not take her and ravish her there.
He'd use excuses, he'd deliberately make his body cold, so that he wouldn't end up doing what his heart wanted.
Ram ratan dhan
Lagan magan man
Tan mora chandan re
Ujli kori preet piyaa
satrang laga de re
My jewel and money is just Ram,
my heart is completely immersed in him,
my body is like sandalwood [which smells of him]
My love is clean, white,
O beloved, color it in the seven colors..
Yet, here he was. Dumbly shirtless because he had gotten his shirt soaked when he was punching his fists in the stupid shower. And here she was, staring at him with those doe eyes again, so trusting, waiting for his touch.
He jerked back a little, trying to control what his heart was telling him to do. No, even if she didn't mean what she said a few years back, that in no case meant that she still wanted him. Maybe she had moved on from him now.
"Reyaansh?" She asked, taking a few steps forward, nearing him, and he swore she was doing this to entice him.
Would he mind being enticed by this purity?
She stopped, maybe sensing his discomfort, or maybe sensing his hunger. "Practice?" She asked him now, her face puzzled, and her hands in mid air, asking him to move with her.
This is dangerous. Run. His mind told him.
Ang laga de re, mohe rang laga de re
Main to teri joganiya tu jog laga de re
She waited, holding her breath.
He saw her holding her breath, and couldn't move his eyes from her heaving, now stationary chest.
Maybe this shouldn't be happening in the first place.
He didn't want the whole college to see how pathetic his condition was, being forced to work with his Ex, who dumped him gloriously, so when she had asked him for rehearsals, he had just told her to meet him here during night. Which now that he looked back on, was a terrible terrible idea.
His feet moved forward involuntarily, it seemed, and he crushed her to himself, engulfing her petite form with his huge hands.
Raat banjar si hai..
Kaale khanjar si hai..
Tere seene ki lau
Mere andar bhi hai
Tu hawaa de ise
To meraa tan jale
Jalaa de re sang jalaa de re
Mohe ang laga de re
The night seems barren,
and feels like a black dagger..
The flame of your chest
is within me too..
Give it some air [to burn more]
so that my body burns..
Burn me with yourself,
touch me with your body..
She felt finally on fire. She had been waiting for eons for this it seemed, as her body felt alive. She knew the change in his touch instantaneously, and her body burned with pleasure. He was touching her like she was Kria again.
His hands roamed on her back, making her shiver, and then moved downwards to the dip of her curves. He gripped her, almost brandishing her, and moved her away.
Though she wanted to be touched more, to be felt more, she knew it was only a dance. He may be warm, but that didn't mean he was hot for her, unlike herself.
Her body wanted him to be hot. This fire within her was too much to be endured alone, and she didn't want to. She wanted to share this with him. She wanted to show him how much she yearned for him.
So, she twirled, as soon as she was away from him. She stretched out her limbs, to be taken by him, to be burned by him.
Main to teri joganiya
Tu jog laga de re..
What was she doing! Would she stop being so outrageously intoxicating for a second?
He died almost then and there when she stretched out to him, and the last of the restraints on his body, his heart, his mind... all fell apart. He pushed her back to the mirrors, and roughly pulled his fingers into her hair, bunching up, and kissed her madly.
Raas hai raat mein
Teri har baat mein
Bolo main kya karoon
Aise haalaat mein
Hoon main teri malang
Tu hi mera nasha
Chadha de re bhang chadha de re
Prem ki bhang chadha de re
There is joy of love in the night,
and in everything you say..
Tell me what I should do,
in such a situation..
I am addicted to you,
you alone are my drug,
make me intoxicated..
Make me intoxicated with your love..
For a moment, nothing made sense. And then, everything did. She didn't want to stop anymore.
Her hands roamed over that chiseled torso of his, while he kissed her like a hungry animal getting food for the first time in life. He bit her, dug his fingers into her bunched up her crop top into his hands, raking for more and more flesh as he brandished her as his own.
His taste, she would never even start to explain how mesmerizing it was to her. It was the most delicious, the most exquisite of anything that ever existed on earth.
She felt her tongue plunging into his crevices, craving for more exploration, while his hot breath washed over her, giving her all the access she wanted.
It felt powerful, being able to do this to him, and she couldn't care less what his hands were trying to do right now. All she wanted was to rake her fingers into his hair, scratch him in the process, and continue eliciting those sighs out of his mouth.
Main to teri joganiya
Tu jog laga de re
Before she knew it, they had crashed down to the ground in that power struggle of theirs. He already had his hands inside her top, squeezing her, playing with her mounds, and she was already scratching down his back, marking him as her own. He pinched her nips, and she cried out his name, wanting him to stop, yet continue on. Within moments, he had taken off her top, and was now worshiping her like a goddess meant only for him.
Jog laga de re...
Prem ka rog laga de re
Main to teri joganiya
Tu jog laga de re
His lips left hers, but didn't break contact with her skin. They moved downwards, kissing and trailing a path of their own, making her moan uncontrollably.
She could feel heat pooling beneath her stomach, and an ache developing inside her core. It was excruciatingly painful, not being able to feel him inside her already, and she rubbed her pelvis on his, expressing her blatant desire for him.
Ram ratan dhan
Lagan magan man
Tan mora chandan re
He beckoned to her call, ridding them of all the obstructions, and completely filled her. As he thrust into her, he kissed her, gulping down her moans with his, uniting in this fire that they had for each other. He rocked till she looked like she wasn't herself anymore. He made her cry out in ecstasy until he felt satisfied.
They came, overpowered with the burning fire inside them, washing their body with the intense love they felt for each other.
He kissed her again, tired and spent as she was, and felt his love for her burn aflame. She smiled back into the kiss, which was much softer now, but the fire within them didn't seem to quench.
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