Hello fellow RR-ians!! I hope you're all doing well. π
You know what I dislike about weekends? No Rang Rasiya. Don't laugh at me, I'm serious! I'm sure everyone here on the forum feels that overwhelming anxiety over weekends cause you have to wait like 72+ hours (that manages to feel like 72 months) to watch the next episode. Especially when the pre-cap reeks with sweeter-than-rainbow sugar kinda love... <3
I wrote this over the weekend just to keep myself occupied. Of course I did watch the episodes of last week an indecent number of times. This OS though, was for my amusement. When I'm not day dreaming about our favorite onscreen couple, I'm reading OS/SS/FF/Drabbles/Analysis-on-episodes by other authors. And every writer here on the forum has given me the kind of happiness one would feel on shaking hands with Benedict Cumberbatch. Inspiration hit me, and hence I decided to pen down an OS, simply for the pleasure of it.
So with that said, I shall give way to this one shot to do the talking. Read on! π
**********************************************************************
She was slipping away. Why couldn't she hold on more tightly to him?!
Rudra unconsciously tightened his grip around his sleeping wife, who in turn gasped out in pain. Rudra woke up in cold sweat. As he blinked his eyes rapidly at the darkness of his room, he realized he was dreaming the same nightmare again.
It was always the same. They would be standing side by side holding hands, and then out of nowhere darkness would surround them. He would hear Paro shriek out in terror, an equally terrified Rudra would double his hold to reassure her that he wouldn't leave, and then... And then, her dainty hands would slip away from his, propelling him into constricting, suffocating darkness.
He was glad this one had ended before the darkness engulfed him.
Rudra turned his face slightly to see what woke him up, and was left breathless. His eyes took in the side profile of the beautiful face which had found the perfect spot to snuggle, at the crook of his neck. He could feel her soft slow breath, tickling his sensitive neck. Well, at least she was safe and sound in his arms. Rudra let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, causing the bangs on Paro's forehead to fan out.
As Rudra blinked the last remnants of the nightmare away, realization dawned on him.
Paro was in his arms. Paro... in his arms... they had snuggled.
His heart started to beat fast and rather painfully & he couldn't think straight. Should he let her go now, when she had no clue? And then another thought arose in his mind... Did he even want to let her go?
It was not like they had never done this before, he argued with that warning voice in his head. But you were drunk, the voice reminded him. Rudra knew the right thing to do was move away now when he had a chance, but try as much as might, he couldn't bring himself to do it. As if in approval, Paro's hand came up to drape itself around his neck and she snuggled herself further in, making Rudra close his eyes in sweet pleasure.
He realized with a thrill that her lips were touching his jawline, as if kissing. Every part of him was now acutely aware. Aware of the soft petite body pressed up against his, making him sigh in a kind of agonized pleasure. Why did she have to be so darned beautiful?!
Giving in to instinct, he tightened his grip a bit more and leaned over to kiss her forehead. Paro sighed in her sleep, and he felt her lips curving into a smile along his jaw. His heart thudded painfully in his chest.
What was it about this woman that made him feel such strange emotions?! He knew lust; god knows he understood lust well enough. But as he lay there on the bed, arms securely around the demure maiden that was his wife, he failed to understand the emotions coursing through him. He would feel a strange kind of pain somewhere near the chest, and at the same time he would feel his stomach do flip about.
Rudra sighed again at the effect Paro had on him. Just a mere snuggle session tended to push him over the edge, imagine if he were to-... His throat went dry. NO! He couldn't think of that! He wouldn't think of that... He shouldn't, should he.
She was far too innocent... Too pure, to have someone like him touch that flawless skin. She didn't deserve his demanding, carnal almost animalistic passion. She didn't deserve the tainted way of making love, where his uncontrolled passion could cause her any kind of harm. God forbid he felt the urge to give her a love bite on that tender neck of hers.
Rudra bit back a moan as his mind treated him to visions of ecstasy. He closed his eyes, trying in vain to get rid of the images that his mind conjured up rather sadistically. His breath came out in fast rapid bursts as he leaned his forehead against hers, in a kind of agonized resignation.
And so it was in this tormented predicament that Paro woke up to find her husband in.
Although startled at first, her throat having gone dry at the current state of their bodies, her thoughts immediately gave way to concern. Was he having a bad dream?!
She leaned her head back to look at him and stroked his cheek with a soft hand, urging him to wake up.
"Major saab? Wake up, please?" She pleaded. " Major Saab! Look at me!" Rudra didn't need telling twice.
World stopped as molten brown eyes found hazel ones. Nothing existed anymore, as they gazed into the eyes of the other hungrily. Would they die if they looked away...? If they so much as blinked...?
Paro recovered first, though the depthless, alluring eyes of her husband did not stop wreaking havoc in her heart. "Major Saab, aap teek hai?" She whispered, unknowingly propelling Rudra into loosing the last vestiges of control.
"How many times... do I tell you.. NOT TO CALL ME MAJOR SAAB?" Rudra snarled, his lips almost on hers. Hadn't he told her he couldn't take that? That he would do something bad? Did she not realize how extremely seductive she sounded when she called him that? A part of his brain registered this weird fetish, but he didn't care. Damn those lips!
Paro was in a similar state of torment. Having Rudra's lips so close to her own, was making her feel the strangest things. She felt as if bijli was coursing through her wherever her body touched his. She felt dazed as she looked at his lips, she even felt a kind of irresistible urge to press her soft lips against his. "Maaf kijiye... Wo mein..." She whimpered, unable to continue.
"Paro..." Rudra almost moaned.
He had to get away before he did something he would regret. She was too good to be true, and he had her on the same bed as his! That was enough for now... That was enough for a life time, his heart agreed. But is enough, enough? She was too innocent and delicate to be handled by his unrestrained passion. What if he scared her? What if, in the heat of the moment he transformed into a Jallad and scared her out of her wits? What then, if she ran away?
Was the lord almighty really this cruel? Was he to see and not have? To possess but never belong? Rudra sighed painfully. Perhaps someday...
Before Paro did or said something that would destroy the last ounce of control & clarity of mind, Rudra placed a swift kiss on Paro's forehead and leapt out of the bed in one quick motion. "Tum Sojao, Paro... Mein... aangan mein bhait-tha hoon thodi der ke liye" he croacked out, almost running out of the room.
It was several minutes before Paro finally recovered from the confused frame of mind. What had just happened?!
She was left sitting alone on the bed, missing the encasing warmth of her husband's arms. She was unable to even guess at the reason for his abrupt departure. Was it the dream that his eyes were trying to hide from her? Or was it something else?
She looked at the door and then back at the bed where he lay minutes ago. She looked back at the door again, and touched her forehead where Rudra had placed the hasty kiss. It seemed to burn and sooth her at the same time. Almost like the man who had placed it there. Though she was slightly upset at the way he had left all hurried like, Paro smiled.
She replayed the scene over and over again, etching it into her heart and mind until she was interrupted by the rising sun. Though her heart yearned for his presence and touch, now more than ever, she told herself to be patient. It would be hard, no doubt. But like the rising sun, the events of last night had brought new hope. Hope that he would someday be hers, body and soul- despite the caustic promises he had made during their marriage.
The smile was still in place after she had bathed and dressed and adorned her maang with sindoor.
The eyes of a fatherly figure registered the smile on Paro's face as she walked by. It was the smile of a woman who was truly, unconditionally & inexplicably in love.
______________________________________________________________
I hopie you guys likey.. You likey, you no likey, you review! π
Love Y'all,
Sonata24π
____________________________________________________
Part Two:
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/106279499
Bollywood
Cricket
Anupamaa
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
