SwaSan OS - Sanity

It has been 30 days since Swara left Maheswari Mansion. 30 days of agony, 30 days of misery, 30 days of silence and most importantly 30 days of not seeing the person whom she loved the most...Sanskar! Sanksar where are you? her mind screamed...

When the bedroom door opened abruptly Swara was jolted awake. She sat up. Light was flooding the door-way to silhouette a powerful male figure. Instantly she knew it was Sanksar, and instantly she was apprehensive.

The light was snapped on, momentarily blinding her and Sanskar strode in. His lean bronzed features were clenched ferociously hard, and his eyes, dark as eternal night, glittered above high lancing cheekbones. Her tummy performed a nervous dance and she backed up against the pillows with her knees defensively raised.

"I want a word with you." Sanskar sent the door behind him thudding shut and her throat closed over convulsively. A faint whiff of alcohol assailed her nose; he had been drinking. For the first time Swara was appreciating that she knew very little about Sanksar Maheswari - basically only what she had seen or what she was shown by Sanskar. He was a master in disguising his emotions. He was rarely temperamental and seldom showed his feelings. His eyes were the gateway to his soul but today even those molten brown eyes were shuttered.

"Stop looking at me like that..." Sanskar growled in frowning reproof, studying her from below the thick canopy of his black lashes. Clutching the duvet to her with a nervous hand, Swara breathed out.."Like what?" "As if you are scared!" Sanskar grated accusingly. "I have never hurt a woman in my life."

A tentative half smile stole some of the tension from Swara's pert betel nut shaped face. "You just walked in...You startled me...I was fast asleep." Swara explained, struggling to excuse herself rather than tell him the truth. And the truth was that in this mode, Sanskar was scary. He was very tall, muscular, leaner and stronger than she was in very way. Moreover, although he had the haunting beautiful face of a fallen angel, his dark eyes currently had a piercing, chilling light that utterly intimidated her.

Swara flinched and coloured, focusing on Sanskar with her heart in her mouth. Annoyance flared in Sanskar's face when he recognized the apprehension flashing in Swara's gaze. Women didn't shrink from him, they wanted him. He loved this lady. He would lay his life for her but she has never recognized this. The flare of anger rose up in him but then his innate feelings for Swara toned his anger down. Only ignorance could explain such an attitude. It was surely past time that he showed her that she had nothing to fear from him. Sanskar crossed the room and scooped her right off her feet. Loosing a startled gasp, she wriggled like an electrified eel, strands of coconut-scented hair brushing his cheek as she moved her head back and forth. "Relax," he urged. "Are you kidding?" Swara exclaimed. "You said you loved me. You didn't tell me that you were hysterical being touched intimately," Sanskar derided.

Swara froze in his arms as though she had been slapped. She was overreacting, she acknowledged ruefully. Obviously Sanskar was going to touch her, so his move shouldn't have sent her into panic mode. "I am not hysterical," she protested, dry mouthed. "You could have fooled me," Sanskar traded settling down in an armchair with her slim body still firmly clasped to his broad chest. Swara slowly fingered his chest. Hard, broad and muscular. She has never been this close to Sanskar to realize that her husband has a body that would make ladies swoon over. "You startled me...you pounced," Swara condemned, covering her startling discovery about her feelings towards her husband's manliness.

"And I'm not about to apologize for it," Sanskar husked, running down the back of her kurta and tugging is off her arms in one smooth movement. "Oh..."Swara gasped again, shocked to find herself stripped down to her undergarments without ceremony. Sanskar splayed his hand across her narrow midriff to hold her in place while his mouth moved urgently across the pale skin at the nape of her neck. Her heart hammered inside her tight chest and a tiny uncontrollable shiver racked her when his teeth gazed and nipped along the slope between her neck and her shoulder. It was fiercely erotic assault, subsequently soothed by the skim of his tongue.

Her eyes flew wide, her pupils expanding as quiver after quiver of response gripped her. Suddenly even breathing became a challenge. Sanskar closed his hands to her waist to lift her and turn her to face him, bringing her down again with her legs splayed either side of his hips. His tongue plunged against hers in deep, marauding kiss that made her tremble. He kept on kissing her, forcing her lips apart with urgency and drawing her down on him.

"Sanskar...I..." Dark mocha brown eyes accentuated by a canopy of black velvet lashes held hers and silenced her. He truly had the most stunning eyes. Her mouth ran dry. Her mind was as blank as an unpainted canvas because she was reeling from the intensity of what he was making her feel. Her rational mind wanted to stop him, this was too fast, too soon but her bleeding heart wanted whatever she could get. It was a white hot coupling, rough and uninhabited. Exhausted and drained in the aftermath, she let her head drop down against his shoulder, barely able to credit that her body could react up powerfully that it still felt as though she was coming apart at the seams. He smelt of expensive cologne, testosterone and clean musky male, and at that moment...astonishingly...it was the most comforting scent she had ever experienced. Sanskar stood up, cradling her slight body in his arms, and carried her through to her bed, where he settled her down on the bed. "I'll see you in the morning." He switched off the lights. The room again was enclosed in darkness. As the door thudded shut, Swara's eyes opened.

Her heart was thudding. Her body was still aching and quaking as though it had come through a battle zone. She slid off the bed and staggered dizzily to the wash basin, challenged to place even one foot accurately in front of the other. There she studied her tousled reflection. Her hair was messy, her mascara smeared but other than that she looked fine. She was fully clothed. She turned to her bed...it was in normal disarray, nothing to show of Sanskar's sojourn to her room. She was shocked...her brain had conjured up the whole incident. Her pent up emotions, the drama at MM haveli totally had drained her and her biggest fear of losing Sanskar was slowing eating her up...

Swara was petrified..."Sanskar..where are you...?" her mind screamed. Then, out of the blue...the phone rang.. sharp piercing sound..."Hello,"... "Swara, check your mail...I'm in LA", the phone went dead...

NB : I'm wondering should I make the rating of this piece as 18+...