He would stop, panting, pretending to be winded. He, a man trained by the Indian Army in the harshest of terrains would wheeze as dramatically as his father Dilsher ever did. Rudra would wait, trap laid, for the suddenly worried innocent in front of him to return, to make his hunting easy. Paro, inevitably, would turn and dash back to within arm's reach, her soft voice trembling with concern, asking if he was alright, if he needed water. And then...like a snake, he'd strike, his trained reflexes unfair advantages against bright butterflies. He would grab the soft shoulders, and the hunter would get his prey.
"Choriye mennu, Rudra chor dijye..kitna bara Jallad hai aap! Kya karr rahe hai! Dopahar hui! Sub ghar pei hai! Kitni besharam hai aap! Bilkul Jallad hai, sach mei! Choriye na" Paro would wail, as she'd get tossed over her husband's distractingly broad shoulders and leisurely carried off to his den. She, never one to give up, would still be teasingly calling him Jallad again and again, laughter and desire turning her voice into smoky silk.
He would undress her, eyes intent, kissing the tender column of her throat as she blushed, even after a year of this, nestled into his arms. Slender white fingers would teasingly try to stop him, hazel eyes would hide from the gaze that seared, as Rudra would murmur-"Jallad hu na, mere se kuch chupa nahi sakhti tu..." and Paro would laugh, softly. And when he would lay her down in the afternoon light, naked, luminous as a freshwater pearl... her Jallad would take her to the stars in the bright light of day. And, after a long while, languorously, Paro would whisper "Jallad!" into his ear, after she'd screamed out in passion and rested, satiated and breathless, in his arms.
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