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Hey everyone, some of you may recognise me as the PM account for my former ID where I wrote Maaneet stories. I reincarnated myself onto the MB forum after Sultan's entry so this is my first attempt at writing something MB based, I hope you all like it :)
P.S. please refrain from any bashing or siding with characters, if you don't like the OS then simply don't read it. Thanks.
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She wrapped the embroidered shawl around her, releasing a sigh of comfort as the softness of the cashmere fabric met her chilled body. Leaning against the wall, she looked out of her stained window at the courtyard below her - watching the fercious monsoon rains beat down, providing her with a false sense of serenity.
Amidst the heavy droplets of rain, she thought she saw him standing there, looking up at her. Blinking several times, her vision confirmed that it was indeed him - the familiar, well built figure was too etched into her memory for her not to recognise him, even in the darkest of nights like tonight.
Madhu drew a resilient breath and willed herself to step away, her back to where he stood. Even so, she could feel the heat of his gaze burn her in more ways than one.
The doors to the window were slammed shut, replicating what she tried to do with the doors of her heart for so long - due to his indifference towards her feelings for him - but failed miserably every time he stepped before her.
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Madhu heard the clock strike 3am, it's ticking noise the only company she had in her lonely apartment. She was shifting around the rooms; sitting sometimes, standing occasionally, but mostly biting her lip as she tried to work out why he had followed her here - and why.
As if he had read her thoughts, the sound of flesh beating against the wood of her door confirmed her suspicions. A strange feeling swirled in her stomach - whether it was anxiety or excitement, she did not know. But it felt like an overpowering feeling of both.
She opened the door, and before she could even greet him, he reeled her in with a swift movement of his arms, his hand encased around her waist as he pushed her against that very door.
"Sultan-"
"Shh," was all she heard from his lips, but she was lost in the striking green of his eyes - eyes which held all the words he could never bring himself to say.
He locked his hands into hers, feeling the tips of her fingers settle themselves in between the space of his knuckled, and a smile twitched across his mouth. How many times had he resonated himself to allow his soul a feel of her skin? He had lost count of the excuses he had made - as an act of his hard exterior - to be close to her; but her skin still scorched his insides like the very first time.
"Aryan misses you," he whispered, the toes of his boots flush against her slippers.
Madhu didn't respond, instead her eyes shifted down to their locked hands. She daringly stroked the back of his hand and felt the goosebumps which raised on their own accord as a result. She cocked her head to one side playfully. "And you?"
"I-" he paused, looking into the depths of her honey eyes, and decided to say no more as he closed the distance between them and brushed his lips against her own.
It was the lightest of touches, but it ignited an ever growing spark within Madhu - she locked her arms around Sultan's neck, pulling him closer in the process. She responded with equal passion, and his heart threatened to burst out of his chest as he moved his mouth sensously down her jawline, inhaling her exotic scent as his lips rested against her neck.
She clawed at the back of his shirt, feeling his muscles tighten as she whispered his name into his ear, sending him teetering dangerously off the edge.
With a swift scoop, she was in his arms and their eyes refused to leave each other as he carried her through to the bedroom.
Placing her down gently, he hovered over her, letting his eyes do the talk as he unbraided her long mane of chestnut hair, before he leaned in closer, the tips of their noses touching in a loving embrace.
"For all the words I could never say," he whispered, before settling his lips upon hers. They let the monsoon rains speak of their emotions that night, as the droplets running down the glass of the window symbolised their lasting love.
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The End.
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