This is the what I saw in the last 1.28mins of Black Friday(lead pair in Black for climax scene)100th EPI.
He did not know whether it was the alcohol or
his bemused mind and warring emotions that made him behave the way he
had. Whatever the reason, he was glad to have done it because of where
he was right now - holding Geet in his arms.
He had shamelessly
used Pari in his little mind games to make Geet jealous and was not
ashamed one whit. It had gotten her here, just like he knew it would and
that was all that mattered to him. Torn between the fight to rein in
his feelings for her and the compulsion to make her realize - if not
confess - what she felt for him, he had reached this point of not caring
who he used or how. The endless tug of war she put him through, left
him feeling perpetually split between the need to shake it out of her
and crushing her close to him, never to let her go. There was only one
thing he was certain of; he would never let her walk away from him, from
them. The doors to his heart had been closed for so long that he never
knew when she had breezed in on a whisper; settling in with her innocent
charm and beguiling smile. She had slowly but surely insinuated
herself into his every waking moment, into his every coherent thought,
making him wonder at one time if he was slowly going insane.
Today,
when she had pulled him away from the dance floor, he had been
surprised, but also secretly delighted. Surprised, that she actually did
it and delighted that she finally showed him what he craved - her right
over him given to her by her love for him. He didn't think she realized
how much she had given away with that one gesture, but he understood,
he knew - oh, how he knew. It was what he himself had felt when he had
taken the jewels off her, moved her wet hair away from her face, even
reaching out to grab his shirt that she wore.
While she had been
dragging him away, never once loosening her hold, he had stopped;
stopped and pulled her forcefully to him. She had come flying into his
arms, her hair over his face, arm around his neck, head close to his- so
close that he could gaze deep into her eyes, into her very soul. He
looked at her searchingly, waiting for her to answer the question his
eyes asked - What gave her the right to do what she did? He wondered if
she would push him away this time, run away again. But, answer him she
did.
Looking deep into his eyes, she leaned into him, bringing
her face close to his; she rested her head on his shoulder and hugged
him. A hug that was without restraint, without caution; just a
certainty, a calm, in the way she relaxed into him and let go. Her hug
was neither to seek solace nor to surrender but an acceptance of truth - truth of her feelings for him.
It was in that one moment that
he found peace; his heart rejoicing in a newfound serenity, a joyful
stillness stealing over the raging disquiet. He relaxed unto her - in
relief, in surrender to what he had felt for so long. He hugged her back
without hesitation, without wavering; letting her know he understood.
Understood what it was to be helpless, to submit to ones deep seated
desires and find freedom in that submission. He finally rested his head
on her shoulder with eyes closed, the turmoil in his heart at peace.
Edited by KriHaan_GurMaan - 13 years ago
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