Zenith- SwaSan OS- 16+ ONLY!

Guys,

This was an unusual experiment for me! As most who have read my work know, I don't really write "adult only" scenes and whist I think this is still relatively tame compared to other stuff over the years I have read, I feel obliged to put a 16+ warning so beware!

So, there is lots of mixed spoilers and I know some of you are getting agitated over the latest divorce story line suggested by the new IV. I'm sure there will be no divorce but anyway, in the meantime, hope it cheers you up to read about SwaSan's new start to their married life 😳.

I have to thank Kavya, Mishu, Sonal and Leki for this one! It came about as a result of an AT discussion and specific requests, especially from Kavya to write this. Plus, Swathy, TV Additct, Sanabmw and many others also hugely encouraged me. In addition, thanks to those who reassured me I should post this on the Forum! Hope it's not too bad!

ZENITH

The sun had long since set, the air was noticeably colder now, whistling through the trees. The twinkling lights from the hotel spilled over into the intimate seating area the hotel had created in an almost grotto like setting, amidst the incredible backdrop of the Himalayas that the Oberoi Wildflower Hall Hotel was famous for. There were other diners not too far away and more so in the interior of the hotel, but the atmosphere was still one of intimacy and quiet. A secluded calm prevailed, making it the ideal setting for a couple wanting to get to know each other on their honeymoon. The fresh mountain air and beautiful surroundings conjured images of a magical Eden and made it difficult to imagine reserve or tension. Sanskaar and Swara looked at each other shyly across the small but perfectly decorated table that had been set for them for, stealing glances when they thought the other was not looking, but often finding their gazes tangled and held as if by a magnetic force. They had arrived much earlier after a gruelingly long journey, despite the arrangements made to ensue that they travelled in comfort on the various flights and car journey that had to be undertaken from Kolkata to Shimla.

Their tiredness had vanished though when they were greeted with the sight of the mountain ranges, snow capped peaks just visible, before a dense fog started to obscure the view as the day wore on. The suite that had been booked for them was the epitome of luxury, replete with rich fabrics blended with luxurious furnishings, all accentuating its Colonial charm. There was a huge fireplace in the living area, with a smaller one in the adjoining palatial bedroom. The bedroom itself was decorated in plush velvet draperies and dominated by a gigantic four-poster bed that made both Swara and Sanskaar extremely uncomfortable to even look at when an attentive guest relations manager gave them the guided tour. The Hotel had spared no detail in ensuring their stay would be comfortable, with the manager gushing over how he had personally overseen arrangements since Mr. Durga Prasad Maheshwari had made the call.

Sanskaar had then left Swara to rest for a short while, ensuring he hotfooted it out of the cosy surroundings to ostensibly explore the hotel and to visit the Business Centre to deal with some work. The truth was that he felt it safer if he tried to maintain at least some distance from his beautiful wife, due to the promise he had made himself a few days ago. The past few days had been a whirlwind in an already tempestuous journey that had marked Swara and Sanskaar's entire relationship. After huge drama had yet again erupted, Swara had finally shocked not just the entire Maheshwari and Gadodia families, but Sanskaar himself, with a declaration of love as public and dramatic as the one Sanskaar had made to her so many months ago. They had to then deal with the aftermath of a now almost crazed Lakshya, and even more maniacal Ragini. Finally though, the truth had all come out and Durga Prasad had put his foot down, temporarily banishing both Lakshya and Ragini, with the promise to deal with them later.

For Sanskaar, Swara's declaration had been the greatest moment of pleasure he had ever had in his life- a benediction to one who had resigned himself to purgatory. He still could not believe that he was not in a dream of some sort that he would rudely be woken from but as the days passed, things only got better, if even more surreal. The real downside of it all was that he had hardly had a moment of privacy with his wife since then. The initial furor created by her confession, was then followed by the frenzy of coping with the yet again shattered fabric of their family lives.

Swara had told him she loved him in front of a substantial audience; they had clasped each other as if clinging to their individual lifelines, uncaring of their shocked and watching families but there had been little opportunity to express any more of their feelings then and there. He had later in their bedroom kissed her, unable to stop himself and she had responded with equal delight but due to the high voltage melodrama that had ensued earlier and was still unfolding around them in the rest of their households, they had hardly had time to think, let alone celebrate their now declared love. Sanskaar had told Swara that he would not rush her, wanting her to feel comfortable with him and get over some of the trauma she had once more been through. He had suggested that they should take time to really feel accustomed to their changed dynamics, and chided himself for thinking that she was disappointed as the workings of his overactive imagination. He knew it would be torture to keep his hands off her but he had to try and give her time- he had to be sensitive and let her dictate the pace at which they took the next step in their married lives. He had in any event, been granted the biggest boon he could have sought so told himself he should be content with that for now.

However the days that followed, tested his magnanimity to the extreme. Now that they were both madly in love, there was no hiding their tender glances, the lingering touch of their hands, their desire to want to be with each other almost constantly and the simmering sexual tension that had suddenly taken on gigantic proportions between them. Sanskaar tried to keep some distance physically at least and ensured he did not get too close, gently trying to move away if she innocently trespassed into the invisible lines he was drawing between them, as the only way he knew how to maintain some sanity. Then came the dictate from Bade Papa that they were flying to Shimla for a break; he had arranged it all and in his usual autocratic manner, he did not ask, he told Sanskaar they would go, handing him a folder with all their tickets and hotel confirmation. Sanskaar had put up token resistance as he knew how agonising it was going to be to keep his well meant promise if he was pushed in Swara's proximity in a setting as romantic as Shimla. However, he secretly yearned to have her to himself and to take her away from all the madness that had recently erupted. Plus, Swara's face had lit up with pure joy and excitement at being told the news so he had been powerless to give into the temptation to make her happy.

The journey had highlighted to him that he had been right to be apprehensive. She kept resting her head on his shoulder and holding his arm at regular intervals. She smiled trustingly into his face and becomingly blushed when he couldn't help the intensity of his gaze when he looked into her beloved face. Then there was that damn bed- all he could think of when he had seen it, was a sudden reel of entirely inappropriate images of them with tangled limbs and bare skin. He had rapidly escaped and instead of doing any work as he had pretended, he had snatched a nap in a quiet corner, still disturbed by tantalising visions of his wife. Then he had gone to dress for dinner and again, the torture had begun. Swara didn't make it any easier, he thought wryly. She made a quick stop at the Hotel's posh parlour to have her hair put up and when she returned, he had just gaped. She looked ravishing dressed in an incredibly sexy lace saree in black with delicate gold beads sprinkled over it, shining against the glow of her skin. And her blouse- his mouth had gone dry, as he had seen it. It was cut extremely low in the back, seemingly held together with a very few hooks at the bottom and two flimsy strings with beads at the top, leaving a creamy expanse of her back bare. With her hair pinned up like that, each time she turned, he was gripped with a desire to either rip the thing off her, or cover her with the voluminous shawl she carried to guard against the cold in the mountains, so no one else could see her. He tried to say that she would be cold, and perhaps it was not appropriate apparel for the temperatures. To which she replied with a flash of anger, that she would manage, unless of course he didn't like her in this outfit. That had shut him up and steeling himself, he had gone for dinner instead, ignoring the strange looks his wife shot him. He did relax a little over dinner, never immune from her infectious spirits.

Just as they were sitting after dinner, having steaming mugs of coffee, a few drops of rain began to splatter over the grounds. Some of the other guests, who had been brave enough to risk the outdoor dining experience despite the temperatures immediately sprang up and rushed indoors. Sanskaar too got up quickly and gestured to Swara to hurry, but she took a good few minutes as she had kicked off her heels whilst sitting and then dropped her shawl, and generally seemed to "dilly dally" as only females could. As a result, by the time they ran into the bright lobby they were rather wet, although not entirely soaked. Deciding to get dry in their room for risk of catching chills, they made for the suite at a brisk pace. However, Swara's foot slightly twisted in her heels, as they got to the start of the long passage, at the end of which lay their suite.

"Ouch" she winced.

"Swara!" he was there to clutch her at once, "Are you ok?".

She was looking up at him through her lashes now, "Hmm, mujhe lagta hai shayaad moch agayi perr mein Sanskaar, main room takk nahi chall sakoongi. Would you mind, I mean, kya tum mujhe utha sakte ho, agar bahut heavy na lage toh?".

Sanskaar looked at her strangely as if wondering what to answer to such a ridiculous question but gently lifted her up and strode towards the suite. Just as they reached the door, she asked, "Room ki chabi tumhare left ya right pocket main he?" and at his puzzled look, "Nahon, woh main nikaal loon toh tumhe mujhe neeche na rakhna pade". Stunned, Sanskaar told her which pocket and they thus entered the room, with Swara still safely ensconced in her husband's arms. He very gently and almost reluctantly put her down, sliding her down the length of him, but she still clutched his arm as if for support. She was now smiling brightly, but with a hint of embarrassment,

"Sanskaar, tumhe yaad hai jabh tumne mujhe pehli baar uthaya tha, jabh tum mujhe hospital se bachane aaye the? Hume tabh pata bhi nahi tha ke hum itni door ayenge."

He was now genuinely wondering what had gotten into her, not answering to that odd comment.

"Swara, jaldi se kapde badal lo, tumhe thand lag jayegi" he said, looking at her with what started as concern, but quickly sidetracked by the droplets of water clinging to her face and damp tendrils of hair falling around her face from the careful up-do. She looked utterly adorable and very desirable. Swara for her part, seemed to be equally fascinated by the sight of her handsome husband, who she thought looked disheveledly sexy with his slightly wet hair and glistening droplets hanging off his long eyelashes.

Almost as if she had not hurt her foot, she walked past him to the bedroom and a few moments later, reappeared with a towel, much to his surprise, still wet. He had assumed she had gone to change. "Swara?", he asked and she moved yet closer, extending her arms but instead of letting him grab the towel from her, she indicated with a gesture that she was trying to dry his hair! "Swara, mein karlunga..."

"Behaz bandh karo Sanskaar," was all she said, and taking advantage of his shock, leaned up trying to reach his head. He obediently gave in and lowered his head, almost as if in a trance. She dried his hair but very soon he recovered and grabbed her wrists,

"Bass. Tum badal lo! Main karta hoon."

She now had an oddly determined look in her eyes.

"Ok, main change karleti hoon Sanskaar, lekin mujhe help ki zaroorat hai," she said in an odd tone.

"Help? Kaisi help?", Sanskaar had no idea what she meant. The next instant she had turned that tempting, bare back towards him,

"Iss blouse ke hooks mujse nahi khulenge. Parlour mein ladkiyon ne meri help ki thi pehenne main, aur maine saree ka pin nikaal dia hai lekin hooks nahi kar sakti. Please khol do."

There was a moment of stunned silence, where you could literally hear the pin from her saree drop.

Swara was glad Sanskaar couldn't see her flaming face as she really couldn't believe her shamelessness, but she had decided earlier that she had to do something to make Mr. Sanskaar Maheshwari abandon this ridiculous notion that she needed time before taking their relationship to the next level. After the months of agony they had both been through, they certainly needed no more distances between them and now that she was so crazily in love with him, she certainly wanted nothing to prevent her being his wife in every sense.

Swallowing hard, Sanskaar put his hands on her back, his fingers not quite steady. He felt her slight shiver at his touch and the sensation of her supple skin against his fingers, caused his hormones to immediately react. It seemed to take an inordinately long time to get the blasted hooks open, even though there as only three tiny ones to work at. He dared not touch the strings at the top. It was taking all his self-control to not kiss the skin of her back and her neck.

"Ermm," he said in a somewhat shaky voice trying to take a step back, "Hogaya. Dori tum karlena."

"Oh", Swara turned to him, and he could see now in the soft lighting that she was blushing deeply. The sight of her still in that lace, with just two thin strings holding her blouse at the back, was enough to undo Sanskaar. "You cannot jump her like a barbarian," he scolded himself. "You just got here today, she needs time, you promised her and..."

"Sanskaar," Swara interrupted his self-flagellation. "Ek aur favour kardo please? Mere baal main itni saari clips hai, please nikaal do?"

He was now incredulous, "Did she think he was made of stone?"

"Nahi!" he bit out, shocking them both with the sudden vehemence. "I mean, Swara, itna toh tum karsakti ho na?"

He was then shocked to see sudden tears spring to her eyes, with the flush on her face now having travelled to her neck too.

"Swara.." he said concerned, "Kya hua, tumhari aankhon main aansu?".

"Toh main kya karoon Sanskaar?! Main waise bhi itna uncomfortable hoon, aisi cheap harkate kar rahin hoon, aur tumhe bilkul atcha nahi lag raha. Lekin, main hamari beech ki yeh dooriyon se tang agayi hoon!" She turned away in despair and disgust at herself and after a shocked second, before she could take more than a step, she found her arm held. She stopped, and felt him come closer.

The next instant she felt his lips on her neck, making her freeze, a slither of sensation running through her.

"I'm so sorry Swara. Please, upset matt ho. Meri galti hai. Maine socha bhi nahi... Main tumhe time dena chahta tha."

A tear now ran down her face and she shut her eyes for a second. "Aur agar mujhe time nahi, mera pati chahiye toh?".

Sanskaar felt as if his heart would burst of love for this precious being, who was his life's greatest happiness.

He didn't answer but she felt his hands on her hair, and soon her tresses fell free from the pins holding it, cascading in a silken curtain down her back. Her back that he was now touching with his hands and lips, leaving frissons of heat crawling all over it. Swara kept her eyes shut in pleasure, but he soon turned her to face him and she opened them, feeling as if her lids were very heavy. His gaze was blazing and tilting her chin up, he took possession of her lips in a sweet but fierce kiss.

She met his passion with hers and soon they were clinging to each other, heat seeming to emanate from their slightly damp bodies. Her fingers tangled in his hair and he was unable to stop his hands alternating between roaming all over her open back, and then holding the back of her head, angling it to deepen the exploration of his questing mouth. Their tongues tangled, and when they eventually came up for air, they were both breathing heavily. Swara was torn between shyness and passion, but Sanskaar was now not going to be held back. His restraint had broken and the passion that flared in him was too fierce.

Mouths melding again, almost as if by unspoken agreement, they started to move towards the bedroom but the destination was soon forgotten, as the kisses grew more urgent. Suddenly, Sanskaar realised that they were standing at the edge of the huge rug made of the deepest pile, thick enough to be almost a thin mattress, but tenfold softer and more sumptuous than one. They sank down on it, Sanskaar now tugging open the strings of Swara's blouse too, letting the flimsy saree fall away from the top and tugging her blouse off too. He looked down at her face, glowing in the light cast by the flaming embers of the brightly burning log fire, and flushed with pleasure, his heart overflowing. He kissed her with growing avidity, trailing a heated line of kisses on her neck, and all the way down her cleavage. She moaned in pleasure and frantically clutched at him, her fingers trying to pry underneath his t-shirt, his thick coat having been discarded long ago. He smiled slightly and slightly raised himself off her to help her take it off, closing his eyes in pleasure when her fingers, hesitatingly explored the contours of his chest. Swara looked up at his fevered face, his jaw clenched with the intensity of his desire. She pulled him to her and trailed her own kisses, along his jaw and on his chest. He groaned in need and caressed every inch of her, revealing more of her satiny skin to his touch and mouth, as more of the layers of cloth that separated them were hastily discarded. Swara felt like she was in a vortex of swirling sensations, she seemed to float in a state of mindless pleasure, where there was only his mouth and his tormenting hands and her gasps of pleasure, coupled with whispered words of love.

Their love making was gentle yet fierce, there was urgency in their movements but a slow languor too, they both seemed to instinctively know what to do to give each other the greatest pleasure. When they finally became one, it was an explosion of senses, a pinnacle of pleasure, overlaid with a deeper and spiritual merging of not just bodies, but of their very beings. It was as if they floated in the heavens above, with the stars, inseparable and blissful, joined through eternity as only soul mates can be.