Dr Abhimanyu Birla had fought so many wars at his home that over time, it stopped affecting him and became a routine for him. But the scars he got never healed. The wounds never stopped hurting, they just learnt to suppress their screams of help. Until she arrived. Akshara Goenka was a warm caress to his storming heart, water to his raging thoughts and warmth to his cold hands.
And he finally got to call her- HIS. They are finally going to get engaged. There are days where he felt all these are dreams. That Akshara never came, Anisha is still away, he does not know Goenkas but then the photo on his bedside table and a message on his phone always brings a smile on his face. Everything is reality. And in this reality, he is not alone.
But he did not know that he had to fought yet another war. Yet another battle to reach her. To say he was tired after that would be an understatement. But he knew he have to go. For her... For them. He have to go.
He stood at the entrance of the Goenka House, dancing along his siblings as he made his way over Manish. He bend down to take everyone's blessings. Smiling at everyone and after a high jump *sighs* he finally entered.
His eyes desperately waiting for the one who can calm his jittery nerves. Who can soothe his burning heart and parched soul. He looked up only to see her blue dupatta flying in the air as she made a run to her room.
Unknown to the storm her love was going through, Akshara ducked her face from him everytime his eyes searched her. She wanted to tease him. To see him squirm on his seat for a look of her and then get coloured in red as everybody around him teased with her name. She giggles to herself as she leaned by the door.
Her kohl-ed eyes looked up in mirror, pink taking over her neck and she blushed a shade deeper. Pink suits you. She covered her face with her palms.
Looking in between her fingers, she laughed at her thoughts. She stood in front of the mirror, not believing that the day has finally arrived where Abhimanyu and Akshara are finally going to be together. That they have finally achieved their first milestone.
Her armed stretched and she heard a creak. Turning back, she found the threads of her dress opened a little.
"Bruhhhh!!!! It was not supposed to happen," she whined, stomping her feet.
It had been years that she felt like she can be herself. Whom are you fooling girl? If not for Abhimanyu, you would still be trying to act all mature when all you want to be a child again. She smiled. A smile that did not reached her eyes. She had lost too much... She misses her parents. And her mother whom she never met. Who have birth to her. Who loved her to death but never got time to spent time with her. Never got time to tell her tales of her love story with Papa. A tear fell from her eyes, dissolving by the heat of her palms.
Her heartbeat rose yet she found calmness surrounding her. She wanted to run but her feet remain at their place. She feel anxious yet a smile tugged at her lips. She closed her eyes in anticipation yet contentment.
Abhimanyu stood at the door of his soon to be fiance room. To say he was mesmerized would be an understatement, he was immobilized. He could not move. Not even an inch. His breath got stuck in his throat and his eyes narrowed. Not wanting to miss a look of her, he did not blink. His eyes devoured her very look. Loving her in every way he can. His heart took her name with every beat and he found himself loosing in her hazel dusky brown eyes.
She slowly looked up at him. Taking in his broad shoulders and how the sherwani stretches a little at his chest, how his lips are slightly parted as the thoughts he had in mind are not so innocent and she found herself biting her lower lip.
He took in a deep breath. She blinked at him and looked down to hide her blushing face. Her hands fisting her lehanga.
"Muskan ban jata hai koi
Dil ki dhadkan ban jata hai koi
Kaise jiye ek pal bhi unke bin
Jab Zindagi jeene ki wajah ban jata hai koi"
His deep husky voice sent shivers down her spine. The hair at her neck stood up as goosebumps erupted all over her body. She clutched the table with all her strength and her knees felt like jellies.
He reached behind her. His eyes holding her gaze in the mirror, moving down to her plumped lips. Her tongue wetted the chapped skin and heat pooled in her belly as his chest heaved in a deep breath. His breath fanning her back. She gulped the constricting thoughts and blocked the voices of her mind.
He noticed the needle in her hand and took a step back and his eyes fell on her torn dress.
He looked up only to see her holding his gaze in the mirror.
"May I?" He asked. His eyes turning a shade darker.
"You can?!" Her pupils dilated. Him standing so close to her is making her squirm.
He nodded. She did not asked further question.
Before she can give him the needle, he encircled his left hand around his waist, not touching her. An inch gap between his hand and her waist. She took in a deep breath. He is just teasing you. Don't give in. Yet she found herself leaning back a little.
And he put circled his right hand and had the needle in it. It was a trap to have her. He did not touched her. Testing the waters. Smirking as he saw her arching her back, he smiled. Blowing a little air in her ear, he took a step back. Her stomach clenched.
His fingers grazed the shimmery work, trailing it towards the torn piece before folding it. Taking his own sweet time, he let his touch linger just a little before he pulls it back with the thread. He smiled at the effect his proximity have on her.
Dancing in her eyes was shyness with hints of desire. She wants just a little of his touch... For him to just hug her. Her eyes were closed as she her hold on the table tightened.
He bent down, his nose grazed her ear before he took the thread in his teeth, cutting it. His lips touched the fabric of her blouse and her eyes shot open. He smirked as he saw her eyes turning dark with love and desire. She rotated her shoulder a little in shyness and he smiled. Moving back, he gave her the needle to place it back.
They stood their, basking in the glory of each other beauty before he encircled her waist, pulling her to himself, her exposed skin getting tingled when contact with his chest. His right hand then put her hair to the left side before he pulled the dupatta a little up and gave it a slight pull to have it in place.
Her heart thudded in her chest and she feared he could hear it. She bit her lower lip in anticipation and she smiled when she felt his heart beating fastly against her back.
His breath fanned her cheeks and her cheeks tinged with red. Whispering in her ears, he said, "Aaj kayamat aa jayegi lekin nazre tum se nahi hategi."
"Achaaa... Matlab kaid ho gaye ho tum meri nighaon mein?" She teased but her breath hitched when his hold tightened around her waist.
"Aise riha na kar ke Mujhe kaid Lage. Aise kaid kar Mujhe ke main riha ho jaaun. Aur tum meri jaan, mujhe har kaid mein kar ke bhi mujhe riha karti ho," he held her gaze in the mirror.
She could not take the torture anymore. Turning around, she wrapped her hands around his waist, hiding her face in his chest as she could not take her weight anymore.
He lifted her up on her toes a little and twirled her around.
Putting her down, he let her stand on his feet and gave her a little shake. She giggles. Her voice spreading peace over him.
She looked up, thankful for him to come over to meet her. He smiled as he read her eyes.
"Kab aa rahe ho mulaqat ke liye
Maine Chand roka hai ek Raat ke liye." He complained to her from hiding from him.
But her smile melted even his non existent complaint and he found himself leaning and pressing a his lips on her forehead. Letting it linger for a second longer.
They smiled at each other, their eyes twinkling with happiness and leaned their forehead together as they let out soft giggles.
Author Note: Tilak done it my way 😌 also thank you Amnu for all the poetries.
It's my first time writing physical touch romance, this way. While I am a tad bit better in emotional talks, this is new. So I am sorry for any kind of mistakes ✨
I hope everyone likes this one shot ❤️
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