It was the pitter-patter of rain that woke Naina up sometime later during the night. She got out of bed and ran towards the windows taking in the sight that was in front of her. Excited she opened the windows and without a single thought stepped out into rain, her arms out-stretched and head thrown back. Laughing merrily she twirled around as the hard drops hit her face with a steady beat. The moonlight cast a silvery glow to the dimly lit pool area as Naina ran skipping from one puddle of water to another, enjoying herself with abandon.
At the other end of the pool, the SUV pulled into the garage across the lawns and dumping his coat in the car itself, Daksh made a dash across the pool towards the dry haven of his room. 'What ill timing', he cursed his impulsive decision to come back here and not go home to the Patwardhan Mansion.
Stopping to take shelter against a small cabana on one side of the pool, Daksh peered through the sheets of rain to gauge how far it was to his room, and that is when he saw her. She was completely drenched to the bone in her soft pink night salwar kameeze. Her arms were outstretched and her face was turned up towards the sky as if receiving a benefaction from the gods! Daksh just stood and stared at the uninhibited joy that shone on her face. 'Was that music playing somewhere', he wondered as violins began to strum inside his head.
Sensing his presence Naina turned towards the cabana slowly and saw his shadowy figure leaning against the wall. She walked towards him hesitatingly to be sure that is was really him and not a figment of her imagination.
When she neared and saw it was Daksh, she smiled and motioned gracefully with her hands, for him to come out and join her. Like a machine on remote control, Daksh stepped into the rain and towards her. As always, there was nothing around him but Naina at that moment. He was like a puppet and the strings were in those hands right now.
She grabbed both his hands in hers and pulling him towards her continued her twirling ignorant of the effect she was having on him. Daksh swallowed hard and tried to get his attention away from that delectable body partially visible under her drenched clothes. Suddenly aware of his silence and stalled movement, Naina stopped, realizing where they were.
They started at each other in the rain, holding hands, letting the water wash down their faces. It was Daksh who tugged gently at her hands and pulled her towards himself, till she came to a stop millimeters away from his drenched torso.
Naina could only stare as his eyes held her completely enthralled. Slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, he took her right hand and placed it on his shoulder, while his own he placed on her waist, where it applied gentle pressure to bring her flush into his own body. He continued to hold on to her other hand as he moved slowly to the damn music in his brain, never breaking eye contact with her.
He saw with raw pleasure, the effect his proximity was having on her, as her eyes left his to close in a swoon. He immediately moved closer placing his wet cheek against hers, practically fusing them together. She was soft and pliant against him, and he bent a little and placed tiny kisses on the exposed part of her neck and shoulder. Naina shivered and moved closer, now clutching him with both her hands. With his other hand also free now, Daksh held her head gently while he continued to graze sensuously at her sensitive skin.
When she felt herself backed up against a wall, did Naina open her eyes and look at him. He had deftly moved them away from the rain and sheltered against the wall. He had stopped kissing her neck and was looking down at her with his desire filled eyes. 'We need to talk', he whispered huskily taking in her drugged expression, his one thought only to possess her.
'Ummm'' Naina murmured wondering why he had stopped kissing her, all rationality leaving her at that moment.
'Naina,' he groaned, seeing the longing in her eyes. It was taking all of his self-control not to take those trembling lips for his own right now, and she was not helping one bit.
With a hoarse cry of defeat, he decided to deal with what was going on between them later, and took those soft lips against his in a passionate kiss. Naina's own lips parted as a tremor passed through her. That was all the invitation Daksh needed, as he deepened the kiss and pressed her into the wall behind her, with all his weight.
'What are you doing to me?' he asked softly after a while, lifting his lips from her still quivering ones. 'I can't get one straight thought into my head, when I look at you' 'you are haunting my every living moment''
Pleased at seeing the effect he was having on her; the unfocussed look on her face, Daksh took the decision to continue this talk at a later date. He gently picked her up and strode towards her room, where he took her straight to the bathroom and draped a fluffy towel around her.
She kept staring at him, as if she had never seen him before, and Daksh halted his thoughts, which had already carried her across to that bed in her room.
'No,' he thought with some resolution. 'It was not going to be like this'. He wanted to make it perfect for her, when they finally became each other's completely.
'Will you be okay', he asked her gently watching her standing there like a sad drenched pup. Naina could only nod, as she felt incapable of any speech right now.
'We'll talk tomorrow, then,' he promised and walked out of her room, before he could regret his decision and watch his resolve crumble.
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