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As she was about to undo the towel, armaan moved close to her & placed one arm around her petite waist .As an instant, riddhima looked back & gulped seeing the passion burning in his eyes.
Making a loose knot of her silky hair, Armaan was about to open her towel knot, but stopped as riddhima held his hands.
A:(trying to change her mood)Pata hai, kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai...ki tum sirf isliye girti ho taki, main tumhe sambhal sakoon.
R:(making a face)agar aisa lagta hai...to agli baar mujhe girne dena
A:bas tumhe girne hi to nahi de sakta.Agar tum chaho to raat ko jaldi so jaoonga....
Kabhi romantic movies nahi dekhoonga...
Red dress pehnogi to aankhen hi band kar loonga...Bas tum khafa mat hona
Riddhima smiled at his cuteness & placed her hand on his lips.
As she slightly brushed her lips over there, Armaan was on cloud nine. He absolutely loved when she took these small initiatives.
R: bahut bolte ho...
A:(whispers)agar tum aise hi chup karati rahi, to main hamesha bolta rahoonga...
Ab naraz to nahi ho na basket?
R:kisliye?...oh ... Armaan, main tumse kabhi naarza ho hi nahi sakti ........dill hi nahi maanta.Jaante ho kyun?
A:(cutely nods his head sideways)
R:apni zindagi se bhi koi naaraaz hota hai kya ?
She gave him a shy smile & moved towards the closet.
As riddhima opened it she was surprised to find huge collection of clothes in there. From beautiful saris, churidars ...to formal dresses, it had everything. A number of heavy Indian & traditional wear were also there.
The drawer underneath was stacked with different kinds of footwear - slippers, sneakers, sandals, shoes, heels, flats and what not... And then there was one column full of real & artificial jewelry...handbags and clutches.
R:armaan ye sab tumne...
A:itna hairan mat ho ...ye sab to maine bahut pehle se soch rakha tha. Main nahi chahta ki tumhe yahan koi bhi problem ho.
A:bahut smart, cool, hot , dashing etc etc hoon thanks... Ab meri tareef karna band karo aur change kar lo.
He picked up a plain pink sari & handled it to her. It was the same one which she had worn during their first visit to lonavla.
R:ye saree hi kyun?
A:kyunki...I love this sari of yours
R:tumhe mere kapro se pyaar hai?
R: tumhe doosro ke kapro se pyaar hai?
A: (naughtily)kapro se pyaar bilkul nay hai
R: (blush blush blush)oh shut up!...& get lost
A:oye, tumhara pati hoon basket. Thodi to respect do
R:(deadly look)armaaan...tum bahar jaa rahe ho ya main jaoon?
A:main bahar kyun jaoon?
A:bakri ki tarah mein main kya kar rahi ho. Pehle to bada bol rahi thi. Ab kaho na...kyun jaoon main bahar?
R:kyunki mujhe change karna hi
A:haan to?karo na change. Roka kisne hai.
A:what?itna bhav kyun kha rahi ho?Maine to tumhe bina...
R:armaan tum na...forget it. Tumse behes karna matlab deewar se sar phodne ke barabar hai
A:are nahi basket...tum dewaar se apna sar mat fodna. Pata hai kitna dard hoga tumhe...aur tumhe dard hoga to.. ehsaas mujhe hoga?
R:batein batana to koi tumse seekhe
A: aur dewaana banane tumse
Finally riddhima decided to get dressed in his presence only as there was no point in arguing with him.As she detached the towel from her bodyArmaan placed his hands on his eyes . This sweet gesture of his made her fall in love with him all over again
After sometime Armaan overheard her frowns & opened his eyes slowly. Riddhima was standing in front of dressing table unable to make the plates of her sari...
But her struggling stopped as she felt some tickle at her waist. She looked down only to find armaan sitting on his knees & making the plates of her sari.
Riddhima smiled at his love & concern.
A: (cutely) basket...maine theek se to kiya hai na?
She held his shoulders & made him stand .Cupping his face in both her hands she looked straight into his eyes.
R: perfect...bilkul mere armaan ki tarah
A: oye hoyye...
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They were taking Armaan to the OT on the stretcher, when something stopped them. .Shilpa's dupatta had got stuck in armaan's shirt. As she tried to get it out from there, she saw armaan opening his eyes slightly.
A- issse pehle ki…. Mujhe kuch ho jaye…….
S- armaan plz..(Holding his hand tightly)
A- i….. I love…
Before he could complete his sentence, he became unconscious again. Shilpa surely wanted to hear those 3 magical words from his mouth, but not at he cost of his life. Rahul immediately took him to the OT, while muskaan stood with shilpa outside.
After 3 hours
Shilpa was crying constantly while muskaan was trying to console her.
M- Don't worry…. Sab kuch theek ho jayega
S- sab kuch theek kaise ho jayega muskaan?...... armaan andar apni maut se ladr raha hai….. Agar who har gaya to? (Still crying)
M- sshh… aisa kuch nahi hoga…… bas apne pyar aur unpar bharosa rakho.. wo kabhi kisi ko nirash nhai karte…
Muskaan pointed her finger towards a wall where there was a picture of Jesus Christ.
Shilpa immediately got up & rushed towards the photo.
S- (Joining her hands in front of Christ) suna hai aap bahut shaktishali hai… aap kuch bhi kar sakte hain..agar ye sach hai to, phir…mere armaan ko theek kar dijiye…armaaan….woh insaan, jiska dil bahut bada hai…. Hamesha dusro ke bare mein sochta hai wo… plz use kuch mat hone dena. Aur agar armaan ko kuch ho gaya.. to wo sab log jo apki pooja karte hai, jinhe aap pe bahut bahut vishwas hai…un sab ka…aap par se vishwas uth jayega…. Aisa mat hone dijiye, mere armaan ko theek kar dijiye… plz theek kar dijiye….
Even muskaan's eyes got moist seeing her love for armaan
Suddenly shilpa felt someone's hand on her shoulder. She turned around to find rahul standing there with a smile.
S- armaan…. Armaan kaisa hai?
R- He's fine now… use hosh aa gaya hai
S- sach …kya main usse mil sakti hoon?( a huge smile appeared on her face)
R- Of course you can… he's in room no.17 now
She rushed to the room where armaan was sleeping peacefully on the bed just like a small baby. A few more tears escaped through her eyes, as she saw armaan.
S- armaan ….. (Immediately went closer & hugged him)
A- Ouch (waking up)
S- (Crying) pata hai kitna dara diya tha tumne mujhe…. Agar tumhe kuch ho jata na to main …
Even though it was hurting armaan as she was hugging him really tightly, he let her complete as he realized that his pain was much less than what shilpa was going through at this point of time.
S- (Still hugging him) agar tumhe chot lagti hai na, to dard mujhe hota hai…… agar tumhe kuch ho jata to main kaise jeeti armaan?
A- ab tak to kuch nahi hua lekin ….. Agar tum mujhe issi tarah zorse hug karti rahi to zaroor kuch ho jayega
Shilpa realized that she was hurting him unintentionally. So she moved back from the hug.
S- I'm sorry
A- Its okay…. Waise tum itna kuch keh chuki ho to mujhe bhi kuch kehna hai
A- aise nahi… pehle rona band karo (he wiped her tears)
S- ab kaho
A- shona….. I …. I love you …..
Shilpa knew this was coming, but she not aware that this would happen so soon. She somehow managed to speak.
S- I … I love you too armaan (kissed his lips)
Armaan was shocked, but as the passion grew, he too gave in the kiss. Their tongues danced together. They tasted each other's saliva. Shilpa was licking his upper lip while he was sucking her lower lip. Her hands were moving sensually on his back. But suddenly she realized that it must be hurting him & broke the kiss.
S- I'm sorry… for the pain
A- ofcourse it was paining….. But it was a sweet pain
Shilpa blushed at this while he just admired his gorgeous wife.
Suddenly they heard a knock on the door.
It was RM
M- oye hero… kaisa hai tu ab? Pata hai kitna dara diya tha tune hamein… shilpa ki to jaan hi nikal gayi thi
A- Really? ... meri jaan ji jaan nikal gayi thi?
He winked at shilpa & she blushed.
R- sach mein armaan… ye shilpa ki prayers ka hi asar hai jo aaj tu sahi salaamat hai….. She loves you a lot
A- I know that…. I love her too
Arsh got lost in each other's eyes while RM decided to leave the lovely couple alone & moved out.
Shilpa was sitting on a stool alongside armaan's bed
S- armaan, main bahut dar gayi thi…agar tumhe kuch ho jata to?
Armaan removed few flicks of hair from her face & she shivered by his touch.
A-tumhare hote hue mujhe kuch nahi ho sakta… (He said this with so much passion that it made shilpa blush badly)
A- itni fikar hai meri? (He said with a smirk)
Shilpa could not take it anymore; she got up & tried to go but armaan held her dupatta.
A- pehle ye to batao agar aaj mujhe kuch ho jata…to tum kya karti? (teasing her)
A- pehle batao shona… tumhe meri kitni fikar hai
S- armaan plz…. Koi aa jayega
A-shona…. Shona, batao na.. meri kitni fikar karti ho?
She slowly turned around to look in his eyes full of naughtiness & love for her.
She gently pulled her hand back & moved out. She met rahul.
R- shilpa… kahan jaa rahi ho tum?
S- woh…. (Blushing)
R- Anyways, acha hua tum mil gayi
R- Ye lo, armaan k discharge papers
S- (Really happy) matlab aaj hi wo ghar jaa sakta hai
R- haan… lekin hamein uska poora dhyaan rakhna hoga
S- We will surely do that rahul (hugging him)
R- chalo muskaan ko ye good news dete hai.
They told muskaan about the same & then all three of them moved to armaan's room.
M- kaisa feel kar raha hai tu ab?
A- (Holding his head & acting) aah… abhi bhi bahut dard ho raha hai
R- chup kar… teri reports aa gayi hai, usmein sab kuch normal hai
R- haan… aur abhi thori der mein hi tu discharge ho jayega
Armaan was upset initially as he would not be able to tease shilpa anymore but then became happy thinking about spending some romantic moments with his lovely wife in the house.
A-ok… to chale
Shilpa, Rahul & Muskaan helped him to get up & took him to the car.
Finally all three of them went back home.
Shilpa was taking a bath while armaan was lying on the bed.
A-(Shouts) shilpa… shona…
Shilpa thought something wrong might have happened to him & got scared. She rushed outside quickly.
She was so worried about him that she came out wearing just a towel. Water was dripping from her hair & she was looking like an angel. Armaan got lost in her beauty & forgot why he had called her.
S- armaan… armaan, kya hua ? Itni zor se kyun chilla rahe the?
She was confused as she didn't get any reply from armaan. But soon she started blushing badly & tried to cover bare shoulders with her hands as she saw him licking his lower lip in delight. She realized that he was checking her out from head to toe.
S- armaan… plz aise mat dekho, mujhe… mujhe sharam aati hai (looking down)
Armaan realized what he was doing & immediately turned his face to the other side in embarrassment.
S- Its okay (blushing)… tumne mujhe bulaya kyun tha?
A- wo actually ..
He was turning back his head but realized that she was trying to wear her bathrobe, so he stopped.
A-wo … main ….
S- Its okay… u can turn your head now, I'm done
A- (Looking towards her)shona…I wanted to have a shower
S- No ways armaan… tum abhi bahut weak ho
A- I know shona… but I'm feeling very dirty right now
S- Fine…. Shall I do some sponging for you? ... That is, if your comfortable
A- Of course, I don't mind… waise bhi itni sexy wife ko koi andha hi mana karega
S- armaan plz (blushes)
A- Okay… no more teasing, lekin sponging ke liye to apko mere paas aana hi padega (winked at her)
Shilpa didn't say anything & moved closer to him. She settled on the bed & started fiddling with his shirt buttons.
Armaan realized that she wanted to open them but was very shy to do so. So he did the needfull.
As soon as shilpa saw his eight pack abs, a sigh escaped her lips. Armaan smiled at her nervousness & moved closer to her in order to tease her.
Finally shilpa controlled her feelings & started with the sponging. As her soft fingers rubbed his smooth torso, both of them shivered with excitement.
But armaan was not ready to give up so easily. He brought his face closer & kissed her neck. Feeling his moist lips on her skin shilpa was not able to control anymore & stood up to go.
A-arre, tum aise kaise jaa sakti ho? ... abhi to niche ki phi bhi sponging karni hai (gave her a smirk)
Shilpa blushed badly & ran inside the bathroom to change while armaan just lied there smiling & thinking how lucky he was to have such an innocent & caring wife like her.
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She wasn't breathing. My heart tore as I screamed her name. I could feel pain as I shouted - a pain that pulled from deep inside of me. I could almost feel it trying to kill me from the inside out. I had to make sure that I kept it locked away and focus on the life withering away in my arms.
I tried to find a pulse, fumbling through her wrist, never finding one. Then, I tried CPR for the first time in my life - for my life. I whispered her name with each push on her chest. Did I make it to 100 per minute? I still don't know - I didn't count.
She gasped and opened her eyes - for a moment too brief. But I could tell from her eyes that she was afraid. Afraid of death? No! She was afraid of me - her eyes couldn't see me in pain, regardless of what she was going through. I know that if it would have been in her hands, she would be up and about in no time - just to see the happiness return to my eyes.
"Sweetheart, you'll be fine, okay baby?"
She just nodded. That's what she has been doing since then. The doctors admitted her to the ICU when her respiratory system didn't respond to the treatments. Before leaving her side, I told her that she was going to be fine. She nodded again.
Two days later, she was shifted to a private room. She had regained consciousness after 15 hours. I really don't know why, but I was angry with her - really angry. Anger gave me strength to fight my emotions - stop my tears. I scolded her when she told me that she was feeling sleepy. She held my hand to her chest and cried - her tears complaining about my rudeness - my heartlessness. She didn't sleep.
She wanted to eat ice-cream and chocolates. I scolded her again, gently this time, promising that she would gets lots of chocolates when she came back home. She smiled. She didn't whine for chocolates again.
"You are upset."
I was reading MKRM on my lappy.
"Of course I am. You've just given Armaan four hours to live."
"Why do you read the death-scene when it upsets you so much?"
"It is not a death-scene. It's a life-scene. Armaan will survive against all odds. There'll be a happy ending to this scene."
"Yes, because it's just a story."
I knew what she was heeding to. I didn't want to listen so I turned my attention back to MKRM.
"Will I survive too?"
"You are getting better. The doctors will discharge you soon."
I didn't have the courage to lie blatantly, so I told her my well-rehearsed lie - a lie that I had told her so many times that it actually seemed far more convincing than the harsh truth - even for me.
"I am going to die."
She wasn't asking me, just telling. Her innocent eyes were set carefully upon me. Her hands were playing with the ring in my finger. Her mehendi was still dark, though it was going to be almost two weeks since our wedding. She continued.
"There will be no happy endings for us."
I lost my temper again that day. Tears were streaming down her face but I couldn't feel them. I could feel the sting of my tears in my eyes but it didn't matter. I wanted her to believe my lie. I wanted her to be strong. I wanted her to live. I lied to her again and again, telling her she was fine. She didn't believe me but she nodded each time I assured her. I couldn't meet her eyes after that.
Today, she knows everything. When I went and hugged her, she pushed me away and looked into my eyes. I couldn't breathe.
I kissed her forehead. She kept crying.
"I'll die. You know that!"
"You won't! That's all I know!"
"Don't lie to me!"
"I'm not lying to you!"
"You are! To me and to yourself!"
"YOU ARE GOING TO BE FINE."
I had yelled at the top of my voice. Her parents, the doctor and the two nurses rushed inside on hearing the shout. The doctor did a customary check-up while her father placed a hand firmly on my shoulder.
"Come with me, Adi."
I shrugged off his hand roughly - rudely. I didn't want anyone to calm me down. Anger was my strength.
"I'm alright. I want to talk to her."
I wasn't trying to be rude. I really didn't think there was anything wrong with me. No one protested.
The doctor warned me and left. Others followed him. I moved towards the bed when I heard her speak.
"I don't want to talk to you."
I sat down on the bed and took her left hand in mine. Her face was expressionless.
"I would love to do the talking today for a change."
She finally showed a hint of expression. She scowled. I smiled. She turned her face away.
"Do you know how much I love you?"
She didn't answer.
"You can just say yes or no."
"Do you love me too?"
"Then I want you to believe me when I say that you are going to be fine."
She slowly turned her head and aligned her gaze to mine. I looked away.
"I want you to be fine. I can't lose you. You're the only one I have."
She took my hand to her lips and kissed it. Her lips were warm and soft - a sign that she was alive. My lies seemed true enough. She was going to be fine.
"I would always be there for you - dead or alive."
"You will take care of everyone, won't you? You've got to be there for them."
"I will be where you are."
"You've got to live Adi."
"I will live, and so would you."
She was looking intently at me. I turned my gaze away.
"You are going to be fine."
She smiled. I wasn't expecting that. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I thought she had believed me again.
"Look into my eyes and repeat what you just said."
"Look into my eyes and speak Adi. Make me believe you."
Her voice plagued me as I opened my eyes. The pain was killing me, and I could feel my heart thumping in protest. I took deep breaths and waited for my breathing to pace down before I reached out and touched her face lightly. My anger couldn't help her survive. My love would.
"You will be fine. I promise."
She smiled and nodded.
"I will live for you."
She indicated the rings gleaming in our entwined hands.
"Your promises are mine to keep."
Writing this story, I know she will help me keep my promise. She will live. We will have our happy ending for sure. But, of course, that will be quite another story! Right now, my life is waiting for me, so, excuse me.
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Three Way Proposal
At that majestic moment, my impeccable prince bent down on the grassy ground to propose to me. A single diamond ring, an heirloom, was in his hand. He uttered those beautiful words, "will you marry me," and asked for my hand in marriage. Looking into his black eyes all that depicted significance was he and I.
My heart stopped as I stared helplessly into his dark eyes shining upon me with blessed luminosity.
I simply needed to accept his proposal, and then, I would be his forever.
My affluent boyfriend never bent down. The spotless, 10 Grand floor was too dirty to even step on. Instead he was sitting on the chair brought in by the grumpy custodian. The novel, expensive diamond ring was never his mother's unless you counted the conceited designer who viciously dictated her employees to painstakingly create her priceless treasure, soon to be bought by an opulent entrepreneur.
And those three beautiful words?
They were spoken in such a hurried, hasty manner that the cameraman pleaded him to repeat it a little slower as the millions of viewers would not comprehend. He shouted at the cameraman, complaining about his busy schedule which the thoughtless cameraman was interfering with.
"Do your job! Can't you do your job?!" He bellowed.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Dev Khuranna," he apologized.
I heaved a sigh watching the overwhelming scene. My nerves were teasing me, causing the beads of sweat which trickled down my back. But my heart never missed a beat. My heart never impeded, especially to hear his superficial proposal. In fact, it beat steadily as if detached to this "business" proposal: a marriage agreement with immense profit and zero love.
I always believed that when you meet the man of your dreams, he would be the only one that existed. When he proposed for the first time, to make you his significant one, he would be the one person you see--not the edgy, fearful cameraman or the irritated assistant standing on the side, envious since it was you being proposed to when it was she who slept with him every night he claimed to be overloaded with work.
Yet, the saddest part of it all...
His eyes were never black; they were hazel and never shining with luminosity. He was far too robotic, too apathetic for such an emotional journey.
He was never the one I looked upon. My glazed eyes hovered over Dev towards my forbidden, clandestine love whose hypnotizing eyes were jet black, always radiating with lucidity towards me...only me. Maan was my significant one, the special one. I could read his thoughts, knew his secrets, embraced his flaws, supported his ambitions, and enamored his soul, my ultimate reverence.
"I fell in love with you," I whispered praying he could hear my words. He watched me, his expression changing into something peculiar, incomprehensible.
"I know you did," he said. His teeth gritted from impatience. "Will you say yes already? My hand is hurting. You know how essential my hand is. It's a multimillion dollar hand for god's sake!"
He began to laugh haughtily. At last, distracted, I averted my gaze from Maan. I stared at him with disgust, shaking my head immediately.
"I can't. I don't love you," I spoke.
"Geet, I do not understand you at all. You just said--
"I love Maan. I've always loved him." My voice was breaking apart, piece by piece. Slowly and painfully, I was losing my confidence as I explored the horror of my own unexpected reality.
"Maan?! You love my worst enemy? That selfish, arrogant, cheating jerk?!"
Gasps were diffused into air, surrounding the ponderous atmosphere. The skittish cameraman stopped filming and finally looked at us, as did others.
"Why'd you stop filming? This is the story of the year! Record it!" The news reporter told him gesturing the cameraman to turn the camera on.
How could I forget? Maan was the business adversary of Dev. Maan was forbidden in my book because I was supposedly dating his childhood nemesis and now, business rival.
"How could you? You inconsiderate,
shameless woman! How dare you?!" He lunged at me.
If truth was shameless, then I was a shameless being.
I closed my eyes, prepared to take any violent blow that would strike me. As long as it was to declare my excruciating truth, I was ready for anything.
But I didn't feel wounded. I felt untouched. I opened my eyes to see Maan shielding me. He was slapped across his cheek, which glowered scarlet red. He looked behind to make sure I was okay. His ineffable expression did not change from before, instead it grew bitter. Maan took my hand in his and brushed past Dev who stood in astonishment.
His grip was tight, solid in its painful grasp. I winced as he held it even tighter. When we were in a clear space without the presence of a stranger, he threw me to the wall.
"Why did you do it? What were you thinking?" Maan inquired, pinning me against the red coated wall. I sank into the carpeted wall, closing my eyes to escape from his discomforting glare.
"Because I love you." I said softly. "It's okay if you do not feel the same. I was willing to face the consequences when I said no."
"He could give you future!" He clamored. My heart skipped a beat. I shook my head, opening my eyes in submission.
"What future? Money, fame?"
"Yes! Isn't that what you always wanted?" He interrogated. Maan grasped onto my arm, pushing it into the wall. I cringed from the unpleasant sensation shooting through my arm. I grew breathless as he disregarded an inch of distance between us. He was closer now.
"If I wish for anything, it would be Maan," I confessed. He held his glare for a second more before heaving a sigh. I felt his heavy breath against my neck. I swallowed from anxiety.
"Let me go, Maan. I want to be alone," I whispered. He complied eagerly, now adding a great distance between us. He did not speak anymore though I looked towards him hopefully.
It was clear, his answer to my proposal: no...probably, never. Rebuffed, I ran away as swiftly as possible. I had told him that his refusal would not move me with sorrow. I would hold my indifferent manner simply the same way, but I lied unknowingly.
My heart was hurting to such an agonizing point that even I could not differ from what was right and wrong. All I could feel was the desire to leave him before he could see my ugly state. The Geet he knew never cried, bawled in front of him like a feeble child. I was the impassive, acrimonious woman who he coped with unwillingly every hapless day of his life.
How could I have hoped he would fall in love with me as I fell for him? He could not be so weak or foolish to love an outcast.
I ran into the bus even though I was incognizant of where the bus was taking me. At this point, I did not care. I glanced at the bus driver who gave me odd looks. He must be intrigued by my pink eyes, red nose, and wet complexion.
"Thank you," I told him sarcastically before taking a seat in the back of the bus where no one seemed to bother me. As the bus began to move, I watched the rush of the speedy vehicles and fell asleep leaning against the window. I heard the bus halt for the next stop. In my head, I calculated the time to get off...the last stop...whenever...wherever it was.
The bus moved again, but then, it abruptly screeched to a pause. Surprised at the suddenness, I hit my head against the window.
"Ouch," I groaned. "This is so uncomfortable."
Awkwardly, I adjusted to the solid pillow again only to feel a warm hand on my neck pulling me to the opposite side. My head rested on a passenger's broad, muscular arm.
"There, more comfortable right?" He asked. I attempted to lift up my head but failed as he pushed my head down again. "It's me. Just relax. You've faced a tiresome day."
Maan. I smiled. This wasn't the first time he lend me his shoulder. He had done the exact same gesture before when I had been rejected for a promotion of C.E.O of the Hospitality Department for Khuranna Constructions. I remember Dev telling me he would make sure to give the Board of Directors something "extra" to assure my position as the C.E.O. Blinded by power, I had agreed to him immediately. That was the first time Maan scolded me for falling into such evil ploy, bribery. He told me his brother may be taking part in such illicit crime, but I should not be his accomplice. Maybe that is why they held such deep aversion for each other: they never saw eye to eye, they were rivals since birth.
However, nothing proved essential at that very moment as I lay so close to Maan. He was all that signified. Maan had showed me the light I had forgotten existed.
Now that I found him, the light was the very substance I could acknowledge and the darkness was the very matter I could relinquish willingly for he gave me the strength to persevere.
Just like today.
"It's nice. Lying in your arms, like this," I mumbled drowsily.
"I know. You once told me."
"But you should not be here."
"Why is that?" He questioned.
"You do not love me. You should not care." I muttered as I slowly drifted off to sleep, but instantly, I awoke when his shoulder shook from his chuckles.
"I have loved you always. You never realized," he whispered. I felt his hand run through my open hair. He pushed off the strand of hair which fell lazily onto my forehead.
"You have?" I inquired lifting up my head. His eyes were twinkling mischievously. "Why did you say nothing to me then?"
"Out of anger. You threw away your life for me. How can I live--
"He and you are the same. You have money and fame too. I threw--
"You threw away your dignity. Do not fool me, Geet. You are not as selfish as you claim to be. I have fallen in love with a selfless, altruistic beauty. I am enchanted. Even the darkest side of you cannot trick me."
I giggled. "Have I?"
"And more," he whispered soothingly in my ear before kissing my forehead. "I am in love, Geet Handa, with you."
Maan kissed my lips next, teasingly biting my bottom my lip. He requested entrance with his tongue and I playfully rebuffed. And soon, his aggressive nature awakened: his hand encircling my waist, caressing it just right so I would be too lost to distinguish. I moaned against his lips as he grinned against mine. He would not spare me until he received his wish. He brought me closer, diminishing the little distance between us.
"Marry me," he said. My mouth fell open at his proposal and he won his share of the game. The deeper he kissed me, the harder my heart beat.
I could not make the
goosebumps disappear nor did the shivers fade away. His ministrations were
causing me to gain abnormality in my ability to rationalize, but the pleasure
he gave me left me less than resistance.
In other words, he was sending me to an enthralling bliss of a forever Maan.
He slightly squeezed my waist making me gasp against my will. He laughed against my lips while his fingers rode up my spine. Although he barely touched my skin, I could feel my skin heat up from his impending touch. Maan's hand rested against the back of my neck. He lifted up my head so I could look at him.
"You haven't answered me."
I opened my heavy-lidded eyes to meet his somnolent, mesmerizing ones. I smiled gently.
"I would be a fool to say no."
"Then say yes." He cajoled.
"Yes, I will be yours." I promised.
"You are mine, Geet."
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