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Prologue: Parvati has moved into a tiny house in Jaipur to start her embroidery business. Rudra is helping Parvati set up the living area as a design studio to meet clients.
Rudra walked into Parvati's house and his heart stopped for a second at the sight that greeted him before hammering with a need to protect. Paro was perched on a high ladder, teetering as she stretched to stencil a spot near the ceiling. After she had steadied herself, Rudra quietly moved into her line of vision & gently called out to her.
"Come down, Paro! I will do it"
He stood guard under the ladder as she came down and climbed up in her place. His long arms and lean fingers made quick work of the task.
Paro unconsciously gawked at the way his t-shirt stretched across his chiseled back, the way his jeans clung to his narrow hips and powerful thighs until Rudra lifted an eyebrow at her "What?" She shook her head before walking off to make herself useful.
Both worked quietly, lost in their thoughts but achingly aware of each other. Each seemed to instinctively know what the other wanted handing a nail, a piece of fabric or a curio to be put up. Every look, every brush of fingers set off tiny tremors lighting sparks and kindling desires.
Rudra seethed with barely controlled helplessness. He did not want to help her setup this studio, he did not want her living alone in Jaipur. He wanted her in his home, in his room, in his arms and in his bed! He had accepted his feelings for her at least to himself and since the elder Ranawat teased him mercilessly, was pretty sure his Bapusa knew. Did she know? Did she know that he wanted her irrevocably tied to him with a delicate strand of black beads?
By late afternoon, they had made good progress and the living room somewhat resembled her vision for it. His stomach growled and both laughed as they heard an answering rumble from hers.
"Tell me what you want to eat Paro. You rest a bit and I will go get it."
"No...I made lunch before we started the day. Go wash up and I will warm the food"
He entered her tiny bedroom and stood looking around. The sparse room was tastefully decorated, splashes of color brightening the space. He was touched to see a picture of his clan along with one of her Maamisa and the Thakurain. Entering her neat bathroom Rudra inhaled deeply. "Jasmine, roses and .. her!" he thought, savoring the fragrance that was uniquely Paro. He wished his bathroom smelled like this.
Rudra's stomach grumbled again as he saw her ladling Rajma Chawal and delicate aloo parathas onto his plate. Rudra ate heartily, enjoying the meal in companionable silence. This is what his soul craved- a small house, this woman's cooking, peace, quiet and maybe a little spitfire in pigtails in the image of her mother?!
"Whoa buddy slow down" he told himself with a smile.
Rudra was lost in the dreams he wove as he continued to work systematically until he hammered his thumb instead of the nail. He let out a colorful string of curses hissing at the pain as he walked to the kitchen sink to wash off the blood. Paro ran as fast as she could "Couldn't you be more careful?" as she held his thumb firmly under the cold water. Rudra inhaled her unique fragrance enjoying her proximity. She didn't seem to realize that she was almost plastered to his right side trying to reach his left thumb. He stepped back from the sink and she immediately slid in between him and the sink.
"Its still bleeding" Paro's voice was quivering.
"It's ok Paro" Rudra started to speak only to forget every word he knew as Paro held his thumb to her lips and started sucking on the bleeding edge.
Time stood still for Rudra as he moved closer to Paro unable to resist any more. Her braid snaked down his chest and her delicate arms held his. He was almost hugging her from behind and his thumb he thought shakily, his thumb was in her mouth!
"Paro" he groaned turning her around and watched as a single tear ran down her cheek. Rudra was incredibly moved that she was hurting for him. He gently cupped her face in his palm lifting it up and placed his lips under the teary eye, drinking her tears.
"I'm an army man Paro. This is nothing. Don't cry"
Parvati felt his mustache tickle her and both felt the little tremor that ran through her. Rudra threw away the caution that protected them like a blanket and did what his body had been demanding for months now. He widened his stance and with a hand to her lower back tugged her closer to him, trapping her between him and the sink. His hand moved up to tug a jhumka off her ear and toss it away before a hungry mouth moved in. His lips memorized the outline of her shell like ears before kissing and sucking on her earlobe.
Paro felt like she lit up by a fire and carried away by a flood at the same time. She turned her face away, unknowingly offering him better access and raised her hands to his chest intending to put some distance between them. Slender fingers traced the column of her throat pausing to feel the thrumming pulse there. When Rudra nuzzled her neck and placed a wet open mouth kiss at the nape, Paro was floating up in the swirling stars. She didn't know if this was what she wanted but it felt so good to be held in his arms, to be needed, to belong.
She barely heard her own mild protest of "Rudra" and Rudra didn't hear it over the pounding in his ears. He laced his hands in her hair and pulled her face so close that she could see his dilated pupils. Unable to meet the heat in his smoldering amber gaze, she scrunched her eyes shut. Rudra rained kisses starting at the forehead "Paro" each kiss interposed by husky whispers that clearly stated his need
moving to her eyes "my Paro"
the tip of her nose "don't be scared my Paro"
He stood still, his lips a breath away from her trembling ones. She could feel his hot breath on her lips and she wanted more than anything to feel his lips. But propriety demanded her protest and she called out a feeble "Rudra.. please.."
Jallad that he was, he took that as her command. "Oh! I will please you Baby" he smirked as his calloused fingers traced her jawline and his lips planted tiny kisses on her blushing cheeks.
What had started by each as an effort to comfort the other was now a dangerous churning current that was equal parts love and desire. The love that they weren't ready to acknowledge and the desire that was shocking them with its intensity.
P.S: Yes, this will be continued but the more FB I receive, the faster I will update. What ? I'm a Jallad you say ? Oh Baisas dont flatter me!
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