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That's the word that came to my mind, when I saw a pair of sinful eyes watching his bride. The soulful pair caressing every part of her body and soul. The way he looked at her...if only eyes could speak or kill...He sat there, observing her, watching her every expression, every action, reaction, thought, dialogue...absorbing everything about her. His watchful silence, magnetic and intense, passionate to the core.
The unaware innocent that she was, Paro, was totally clueless. And that has always been the case. Rudra is deep waters, quiet yet extremely intense, while she is a bubbling monsoon spring, jumping with glee, gurgling through the boulders of life and marriage. She yearns for his love, but is blissfully unaware that when unleashed, it can storm and stomp her life away. She wants him to love her, but does she know what she is asking for?? Cause love for Paro is very different than what it is for Rudra!! For her it is life saving, for Rudra it can be life taking. For Paro, its a breath of fresh air, but coming from Rudra it can be suffocating to the extreme. While Paro thinks its all light and airy, the day Rudra loves, it will be dark and brooding, all consuming.
Coming back...his eye were utterly romantic. Satin smooth, velvet soft. He soaked her in, her thoughts, her confusion, her anger, her tantrum, her indecision...everything. And enjoyed every minute of his Paro. He found her utterly irresistible. Her helplessness, her fragile vulnerability driving him insane. How utterly besotted where those eyes?? How softly he caressed her through his eyes!! His gaze enveloping her in a cocoon of love, of security, of safety, wrapping her the soft silk of silent love.
As he sat there, motionless, watchful, wary of her every movement, lest she gets hurt, he hugged her, made love to her, all through his gaze. And when he couldn't help himself, when he lost his control, he simply had to get up and do the same with his soft hands. He had to brush her hair off her face, he simply had to touch her. Any excuse, any flimsiest of reasons would have sufficed, cause all he wanted to do was to feel her, her softness, her innocence. He was under a spell. A caress that finally spilled from his eyes to his fingers!!
If only Paro could see how he caressed her for so long, with sheer love and devotion but then, if she could see, Rudra wouldn't have let himself go. The man only loses his iron control, when she is sleeping or unconscious or blind to his eyes.
A caress, a dream, a whisper of adoration...
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