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On special request from Vinu aka LVraaz, this one is dedicated to her. Hope you enjoy this one Vinu darling!
He couldn't help staring at her while she walked towards him. Her eyes were lowered with shyness, hiding away the emotions she now carried as she walked towards him. Her whole being was filled with different emotions - joy that depicted that happiness is standing only a few steps away, nervousness on how it will all play out, sadness on how she will address questions about her family, apprehension on being handed the responsibility of Khurana khandaan. But such was the magic and intensity of his gaze that she had to look up to him and he instantly went into a trance and started walking towards her. She reciprocated in kind and both were oblivious of their surroundings now. They held each others gaze like magnets joined together and it would take much force to break away.
He was dressed in a beige silk sherwani decorated with self colored embroidery at a few places rather than flashy sequence work all around. His choice was simple and not showy, yet classy in every sense. Geet for example! She wore a golden-beige lehenga with silver-gold sequence work around the border with a few drop-sized designs throughout the fall of her lehenga. Her choli had the same effect and her dupatta was the only thing which was heavy with sequence and embroidery. She wore light jewelry and let her hair loose but neatly brushed to the side. She looked elegant and gorgeous both at the same time, and very stunning needless to say.
As he moved ahead, a song played in the background the lyrics of which gave movements to actions. He was now standing much closer to her and she was within his reach.
Maula mere, maula mere maula mere, maula mere...
He kissed her eyes...
Aankhein teri, kitni haseen
Ke inka aashiq, mein ban gaya hoon
Mujhko basa le, in mein tu
Her eyes were the first thing that attracted him to her. They always carried some emotion in them - sadness, joy, surprise, shock, mischief, anger, and most importantly love. She had never been good at giving voice to her feelings for him, but he had read her eyes correctly times innumerable. Reading her eyes was like reading a book, mesmerizing and captivating. Given a chance, he would never break the gaze he held with them. They were a pool of emotions in which he wanted to swim for the rest of his life.
He cupped her face and kissed her forehead...
Mujhse yeh har ghadi, mera dil kahe
Tum hi ho uski aarzoo
Tum hi ho uski aarzoo
Unknowingly and unintentionally, she kept knocking at the door to his heart and he bowed his hands down in compulsion. He could no longer keep her at bay. Now that the door was open and that she had come in, he was going to bring heaven and earth together to keep her in the embrace of his love. She is the only thing his heart desired.
Looking at the luscious lips and not tasting the nectar was like turning down one's offer to drink water in a desert. He tenderly placed his lips on hers...
Mujhse yeh har ghadi, mere lab kahe
Teri hi ho sab guftagoo
Although being a man of a few words, he could never control himself whenever he started to sing her praises. Every time he opened his mouth to speak, it was either to speak to her or to talk about her. She had become the only subject of conversation he wanted to ever make with anyone.
As she began to speak, he put his finger on her lips and shook his head...
Baatein teri itni haseen, mein yaad inko jab karta hoon
Phoolon si aaye, khusboo
Although he loved to hear her out, today he only wanted her heart to speak to his. They had a whole lifetime ahead of them to talk and so he only wanted their eyes, their hearts and their bodies to do all the talking.
She snuggled her arms around his back while he enveloped her into his embrace...
Rakh loon chhupa ke mein kahin tujhko
Saaya bhi tera na main doon
Rakh loon bana ke kahin ghar mein tujhe
Saath tere, mein hi rahoon
Loving her, protecting her, caring for her, talking to her, spending each and every moment of his day with her had become a ritual. His daily need was the warmth of her love. Like food is essential for body to keep going, her love was the only thing that would keep him going. Her love was the food for his soul. He'd do anything to keep her close to him, away from the eyes of the whole world. If things were left to him, he'd take her to a place where no other soul could reach. He didn't want anyone to disturb the moments they share.
As he hugged her, he caressed the side of her neck and inhaled the sweet smell of her hair. He turned her about and hugged her from behind, burring his face in her hair that covered the base of her side neck.
Zulfein teri, itni ghani
Dekh ke inko, yeh sochta hoon
Saaye me, inke mein jiyoon
When she let her hair loose, they reached down to her lower back. Thick in volume and rich in luster, they could provide protection from scorching sun. He could spend the rest of his life under the shade of her hair.
As she took a step forward to walk away, she felt a tug on her dupatta and before he could move in closer to bridge the gap she created, a hard pat came on his back causing him to stumble slightly forward and he came out of his reverie.
Mera dil yehi bola, mera dil yehi bola,
Yaara raaz yeh usne hai mujh par khola
Ke hai ishq mohabbat, jiske dil main
Usko pasand karta hai maula
He was elated because the object of his desires would become his possession today. God was indeed happy with him because he had received the gift from him in the form of Geet. He smiled with that thought and for the first time in his life, he sent a silent prayer of gratitude to Babaji for binding them into a sacred bond - finally!
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