'Taqdeer Ke Rang' Short FF p.2 - Page 2

Originally posted by: ramas

i will be over dear I need to finish few things then see you there of course we need 2nd part betiji

Okes! I'll be over there later tonight... And I might get to posting part two tonight... if not, then tomorrow for sure!

Cheers,

dc

Originally posted by: desi chic

Where did you go neetu. u are like chaudvi ka chaand. please do come back to SP.

Originally posted by: simran20

Where did you go neetu. u are like chaudvi ka chaand. please do come back to SP.

simran she just promises. I guess busy body with work and school let me bring her back here.

Simu and my dearest cyber mum... *holds ears*... heres to you my jaanus!

Part 2

Since the time they had been in the car, she had heard the voice murmur something under unstable breath… Now it seemed to be breathing the same… Except she managed to catch some words… abhi… zinda… hoon… toh… jee lene do…

Hesitantly she opened her eyes to an intensity driven gaze challenging the endurance of her senses. A strangely familiar musk engulfed her sanity, threatening to break the threshold of her restraint. For the first time that night, she got a clear look at him… this stranger. Frankly, he was "handsome" in the truest sense of the word. Her eyes trailed the well-defined jaw line, down the unshaven stubble… over the finely dimensioned lips. Her gaze lingered there for a moment as she searched for remnants of her sanity. Quickly, she followed his firm nose towards… the eyes. They were ignited in an uncertain ferocity of a suppressed passion, while a distinct softness filmed the surface… Faintly, she felt something against the back of her head… and a soft rattle of something it the floor. As her soft hairs cascaded down, she felt the trance break. Quickly, she averted her eyes for the sake of survival. What is with this man? He just… uff!

She cursed under her breath once more for being so easily swayed, and that too… by a mere stranger. In an instinctive confidence, she turned back towards where the soul-piercing eyes burnt a hole into her existence. Was he mocking her? A sudden rage gripped her innards… She was trying to help him and… and then her eyes took in the entire situation. She found her arms desperately encompassing his neck, while her body was pressed intensely close to his. It didn't help that their clothes were soaked and urgently clinging to each other… While he continued to flash an enticing smile between an unstable state, his arms took a protective hold behind her back and crossing over her abdomen. She felt a glint of surprise at the firmness of his hold despite the obvious affect of the alcohol. For a pause in time, she let the moment pass… And then wriggled. But he did not budge, nor did his eyes. With much effort and caution she did not let her eyes wander towards his gaze. Struggling became more of a task and she let out a deep breath before preparing to give into the constantly building impatience accompanied by an essence of anger. Doing so, she felt the warmth only increase… But it was not just that… Hesitantly once more, she took a side-glance and felt the flicker of anger subside as the handsome face drifted closer to hers. She shuddered as she realized where the hazy almond eyes were preying… Her lips quivered, and she tried pulling back, but to no avail. As the face appeared but a breath away, she felt her heart race… Mixed with an unexplainable excitement. The murmuring… She shivered as his mouth brushed against her lower lip… jee… lene do…

Much to her relief at that point the grip on her loosened. She watched in awe and exasperation as the sturdy figure melted onto the soft surface of her bed. A moment passed in immobility as her eyes continued to hold the figure in her gaze… Suddenly she gets up, looking away. Frustrated and disgusted with herself, her hand raking through her loose tresses as she attempts to calm her nerves. It had been so long now… so long she had maintained herself. Hid herself from all eyes, the questions… herself. And along comes a stranger and she… She felt the tears threaten as her vision blurred in anger and disappointment. Taking a deep breath she opened her squinted eyes. Goosebumps ran across her body and she desperately rubbed the length of her arms, while her eyes darted every which way. After an endless pause, she turned gently to look at her guest… He was sound asleep…

The shower had felt so good… the water running down her body helped relax her chaotic nerves and tone down her edginess. As she rummaged her wet hair with the towel, her eyes fell upon him again… He had not moved. The only sound in the room was the softness of his breath. Setting the towel at the edge of the bed, she approached him. His shirt had completely soaked through and she realized that at this rate he was bound to get a cold. Tentatively, she bent down… Her fingers cautiously worked on the buttons, as her eyes took his face in their hold, occasionally shifting. As she pulled the clothing apart her eyes fell upon his impressive bulk, searing through the weakness of his undershirt. She closed her eyes quickly for sake of shame… And then nervously re-opened them. He seemed completely unaware. Carefully, she lifted his arm and brought it around her shoulder removing his shirt. All that came from him was an oblivious moan. Finally she managed to pull the damn thing off and threw it aside. Breathing heavily, she calmed herself. And then looked at him. His head was buried in her neck as the firm arm was casually dropped over her shoulder. It was the strangest thing she thought as she carefully pulled away his face… She smiled despite the circumstances. Again, she vigilantly tugged at his undershirt and liberated the material from hugging his figure. Before her mind could betray her again, she dropped the man diligently onto the surface while unknown to her, her hairs tickled his skin. He moaned again, as she froze mid-step, her muscles screaming in pain. Before she could have time to think, she felt herself being pulled down as he made his body comfortable across half of hers. Her chest heaved as she realized what had just happened.

Lifting her head slightly, she saw him cosily snuggled up to the one side of her body, an arm surfacing her petite frame, while his face hid just above her chest. Sighing deeply, she let her head fall back. Curses… With much effort, she pulled out from beneath the broad figure and bitterly removed the man's shoes. Taking the towel in hand, she walked out with not but a pause or look back, while the tears threatened once more…

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He stirred in clear irritation as a blinding streak of light hit his face… A moan left his tongue as he squinted his eyes, opening them to a sight he had never imagined even in his dreams. A figure clad in the most pale of satiny blue stood with their back faced to him. In the midst of it all, a gentle breeze meandered through the silky curls extending the length to the mid-back. Curiously, he rubbed his eyes while fixing his position so now he was leaning on his elbow. Behind the mysterious figure lay a breath-taking view of nothing but the sky… As far as he could see… The soft blue beamed back at him.

Calculatedly it seemed, the figure turned and his eyes met with the soft hazel innocence of another pair. Instantly, he recognized them… Had he been in a typical situation, a million questions would have zipped his mind, and they did too… But over-reaching such questions was the sheer presence of this wonder whom his eyes relished. A moment passed in awkward silence and finally his trance was broken. She shifted towards the dresser as her satiny robe floated obediently behind. As she turned back to him he caught glimpse of a hint of exhaustion in her stride and a flicker of guilt arose within him. "Chai?", she asked holding a cup towards him. He remained silent of a moment and then took the cup placing it half-knowingly towards his lips.

Now she walked back over to the window, the eyes searching the skies… He sat up in bed still in a state of awe and surprise. Relief swept over as her calm voice soothed his rigid muscles. "Aap soch rahe honge ke aap yahan kaise?… Ek ajnabee ke saath… " (You're probably wondering how you got here?… And that too with a stranger…) He looked up immediately, as her eyes trailed towards him.

She paused and looked at him. His eyes asked her a million questions and she let out a deep breath before turning her gaze back towards the open skies. In a calm tone she narrated the previous night to him, leaving out the details still haunting her…

At the end, she turned to face him and he looked at her earnestly for a moment. Setting the cup aside, his posture relaxed as the arm casually hung over his forwarded knee. Flashing another enticing smirk, he whispered a "thanks" and apologized in a genuine nature.

She returned his smile with a faint one and proceeded towards the exit of the room when his voice made her stop in mid-step. "Suniye" (Excuse me). Her eyes closed as her lip quivered again, she just wished he would leave. Gathering some unknown confidence, she turned and gave him another subtle smile.

"I'm… Salnar Takhur… Kya mein aapka naam pooch sakta hoon?" (I'm… Gaurav Khanna… May I ask your name?). The voice… She could swear she had heard it before… Closely… very closely. She had not noticed earlier due to his two-words, but now it lingered in her ears… He seemed to sense her reluctance and shifted slightly… "Nihira Singh."

The sound of the pen pierced the unbearable silence as she brought her hands over her face. Stabling her chin with her clasped hands her eyes drifted towards the flying curtains desperately trying to shield out the intensive moonbeams, but all in vain. Letting a sigh escape her tongue, she pushed back into the soft leather of the couch, closing her eyes. She had been sitting here now for over an hour and essentially achieved nothing. "I'm… Salnar Takhur…" The voice had resonated in her ears since the passed week…

Attempting to get a hold of herself, she got up and wandered towards the small kitchen. As she pulled out the glass, she realized her fingers were trembling. Encasing it in both her hands, she tried sealing out her own doubts and walked towards the refrigerator.

The distinctive sound of glass breaking into shards filled the restless calm of the air, as she turned to face the sudden noise… There was a knock on the door… a reflection of urgency and impatience evident from the tone…

Cheers,

dc

And don't ask where I came up with the names... Upar walah knows! 😕

Cheers,
dc

I don't know what to say. simpy marvelous and beautiful/ ⭐️ I am just speechless as usual. 😊

Wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. i just don't have words. Simply amazing. To tell you the truth, I am actually imagning the whole scene and situation between them. The story is very powerful and gripping. Thank you Neetu for continuing. Very exciting episode.

Originally posted by: ramas

I don't know what to say. simpy marvelous and beautiful/ ⭐️ I am just speechless as usual. 😊

Lafzon ki raani ke paas kuch bolne ko hi nahin? How's that possible!... *bows humbly* Merci boucoup~

Cheers,

dc