Salut to all! I'm sorry I haven't continued with my other ff here... I have no real excuse to offer... in any case, I still felt like sharing something with this forum as it holds great memories... Heres a short ff, originally written for a different couple of a different serial, but like I said... I wanted to share something of ff style here... Its four parts and goes out specially to my cyber mum Rakshaji (ramas) and my partner in rubbish talk, shali!
"Taqdeer Ke Rang"
Desperately, she took the glass upon her lips allowing the clear liquid to soothe her chaotic senses. It was as if she was held captive in the testing grasp of those eyes ever since her arrival.
She stood staring at the woman before her with an understanding smile plastered onto her face when in reality all she could make out was Mrs. Agarwal's lips move to some words beyond her reach. She cursed herself for feeling so, but it was just this strange sensation she could not explain and it made her uncomfortable. Between the half-present nods of the head, her eyes took a side-glance at the figure at the far corner, casually seated at the other side of the lavish bar. A clear liquid also chimed in the glass held in position by his sturdy fingers. He was clad in a crimson dress shirt accompanied by a black trousers and blazer mirroring the depth of a night's sky. The mysterious eyes seemed to be searing through the fragile glass through which a faint reflection of a shade of blush could be seen. Suddenly his head turned slightly, and she felt her eyes dart away from the sinfully intriguing sight.
He had arrived here with the intention of extending a polite "hello" and fulfilling the formalities of a business client not wanting to engage in or having and interest in the social ramblings of people. But upon reaching the premises, his eyes had fell upon a sight that had forever held him imprisoned. Trying to get a grip over himself, he jerked his arm down onto the solid marble of the counter demanding a refill in a mannered fashion. Bringing the drink to his lips, his eyes closed as the cool liquid ran the length of his throat. Breathing a curse, he opened them as the same image haunted him underneath the supposed "safety of closed lids". Turning his gaze back, he again perceived the figure in the near distance. Her sleek body was adorned in a colour he recalled seeing through his own reflection, with a thick streak of black running the edges of what one could call a designer sari. The end of it was perfectly layered in sequence up to her shoulder, allowing the travelling eye a corrupt sight of the relaxed midriff. The mysterious tresses were intricately pulled up into a graceful bun, clasped together by an equally gracefully refined gem. Simple chandelier jewels hung from the oddly appealing stranger's ears, their blackness reflecting the night's age. His eyes trailed her sleek arm arriving at where a simple yet sophisticated ornament encompassed the petite wrist… As a whole, the figure carried an aura of classy delicacy magnetizing his eyes.
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Without realizing it, her knuckles had turned a pale white at the sudden pressure being applied as she held the wheel. It was very odd, but she still felt so self-conscious. It was as if those eyes were still here… Somewhere close, taking in her every motion. A chill ran the length of her spine and she fumbled anxiously for the button on her side, while trying to keep her eyes fixated on the road ahead. A deep sigh escaped her lips as the cool breeze hit her face. In a state of hyper-vigilance she continued on, realizing the need to hurry and get under the soothing water of her shower.
As she arrived at a crossroad, she pushed on the breaks. Her eyes darted to both sides. One was the so-called "safe" way, whereas the other one was risky at this time of the night, but appealed in the "short-cut" sense. She looked over to the "safe" passage and realized that taking this course it would take an extra half an hour extra to get home. And then her gaze shifted to the other side… Looking out of her window, she perceived a single moon resting apart some uncertain clouds. Sitting back, she closed her eyes momentarily.
Flashback.
"Kehte hain aisi raathon mein do chahne waale milte hain" (They say that two passionate lovers meet on such nights). She looked over at Shubra whose eyes reflected a dreamy essence and she knew what her little sister had been warmed over… Neel, her fianc. She smiled affectionately and was genuinely happy for her, but somewhere she felt reminded of the great lacking in her own incomplete life…
End Flashback.
Opening her eyes, she shrugged off the paining thoughts and headed forward, cutting a risk.
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It had only been minutes while driving and she realized how deserted the area was. As far as her sight could reach, she perceived the dark illuminated only by the guiding light of the moon. She chuckled lightly at the thought. People sought guidance from the stars and here she was, following the moon… What a fate she had received. A shade of deeply embedded pain distorted her usually calm self, and she gripped the wheel tighter determined not to allow the sorrowing thoughts invade her day… Not today.
As she drove along lost in her thoughts, her eyes trailed the road and at some point caught an object in the near distance. Arriving close, she realized it was a car. Burning in curiosity, she hit the breaks and noticed a familiar shade of rose…
Getting out of the car, she first took in the scene with hesitation. The car was fine, and approaching it, she breathed in relief seeing the owner too was fine. However, the person seated in the vehicle had their head aimlessly resting on the wheel. Getting closer, she instantly recognized the face… The stranger… Taking a startled step back, her hand went to where her heart resided. She looked around and whispered a call… But only the silence responded. Now standing before the apparently unconscious person once more, she contemplated her choices. Bound by morals she could not allow herself to drive off with this man stranded in such a condition. Ultimately, she decided to call the police… But then waved off the idea instantly realizing that was one of the last things she could do for her own sake. Frustrated, she crossed her arms over her chest… Biting her lip in agitation… Her eyes grew big at the staggering understanding of the only thing she could do… Take him with her. But… How could she take a mere stranger to her house… with her? What would people think? But then she couldn't endanger his life for herself, and plus she had purposely not acquainted herself with any of her neighbours.
She cursed under her breath as her arm struggled to manage the broad figure. The man blinked… As his arm extended over her shoulder, she felt his warm breath kiss the skin of her other side. Her body tingled at the strangely familiar contact... And trembled at the pleasantness. She turned her head away, avoiding the reek of alcohol from his mouth. After much effort, she finally got him to sit in the passenger seat, and drove into the night…
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While continually cursing herself for undertaking this straining responsibility, she somehow managed to get the man to the parking lot of her apartment. As she got out, her eyes went towards the skies… Not a star in sight, nothing but the moon, which seemed to be mocking her pathetic situation. And as if things couldn't get any better, she felt a fine droplet touch her shoulder and snake its way through her covering.
By the time they arrived at her door, the fabric of her sari now desperately clung to her supple skin. She took a glass at her estranged companion whose robust figure bulged beneath the now pitiable crimson shirt. Taking his arm, she carefully rested it upon the side wall and pulled his other arm around her midriff securing it with her own arm, so as to disallow him to tumble over. With her free left hand, she fumbled with the key into the lock nervously. Was it just her, or was the lock being extra stubborn today? Curses… She had become so bitter… and now this… Suddenly the grip on her lower half tightened and her eyes looked to the side, and down where his one arm was now accompanied by the other securing her in his embrace. The nervousness crept into her at more depth now, but adding to it was a bizarre comfort… Rightness. She closed her eyes… The garlands of the most preciously picked flowers… A silky sage garnered in velvety rouge and white pedals… The red veil… She shuddered and opened her eyes once more, immediately turning to face the stranger with determinacy. He looked half conscious now, while the head continued to droop here and there. The face held a roughness to it, but she also perceived a touch of untried softness. Automatically, her hand traced the firm jaw-line as a goofy grin played upon the mysterious lips. His unshaven chin tickled her skin and she felt at some ease. Again, the grip on her lower half tightened as he stifled a fall breaking her insidious thoughts. Taking his arm over her shoulder once more, she led him in… Somehow closing the door behind.
They were welcomed by a mystifying darkness and she stood unmoving for a moment as if deciphering what to do now. With her one hand, she fumbled for a light switch and when failed, let out another curse. Feeling her way with the rather un-free arm, she made her way towards some direction unknown. At perceiving a hard surface hit her knee, she slightly bent down and felt a smooth surface. Carefully, she pulled the man down to a seating position while she stood straightening herself.
Clapping her hands together, she was thankful for the light. It was one of the good investments she had made in life, a lamp which served it's purpose through the sound of her hands pressing against each other. It was rather dim right now and she realized how badly the bulb needed to be replaced, and made a mental note before heading towards the closet.
Caught in mid-step, she felt a force pulling her backwards. Momentarily shocked by the movement, her eyes closed… While the lethal combination of the comforting warmth of her body against another's and the teasing sensation of hot breath on her skin threatened her senses…
Cheers,
dc
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