In the last update Ram and Priya were lost in an embrace after Priya
confessed her reason for running away from the hospital. Being there
brought back the bitter taste associated with the memory of losing her
parents. Ram understood with no further argument. In fact, he offered
her the solitude of his embrace.
Today's update starts with Priya in her room, having returned home
the night before. So Ram did not force her to go back to the hospital.
The purple ink is Priya's recollection of the events leading up to the
morning after the bittersweet night. And as usual the blue is the
present scene. Hope you like it!
*Brace yourself for a twist!*
Part 15
Yawning beneath a blanket of fluffy white
clouds, the sun began it's rise without miss at the crack of dawn. Priya
felt the gentle warmth from the freshly born sun rays splash teasingly
along the side of her face, insisting she get out of bed. However, Priya
hadn't slept a wink throughout the night. Her drenched Salwar, which
had dried on its own overnight, was evidence that something was bouncing
off the walls in her mind. Watching the dip and rise of Kush's tummy
Priya categorically recalled the events of an otherwise productive night
wondering where it all went wrong and whether she could have foreseen
the betrayal.
(flashback of the night) Ram had
latched on to Priya's body; his buff arms wrapped, loosely at first,
around her petite frame, sheltering her from the raindrops that
cannonballed around them into tiny puddles. The droplets sizzled as it
hit the ground as if it were landing in a pot of hot oil, splattering in
a similar pattern. Crackling at a distance, faint sparks of thunder
surged in bunches through a bed of dark clouds, searching for an exit
unsuccessfully yet undeterred. It was a beautiful concoction; mother
nature's very own prescription for the troubled soul. Drugged by the
ambient sounds from their surroundings, Ram and Priya remained in a
trance that would have otherwise never existed. Their embrace was a safe
haven, an unspoken confession of their true emotions, which would fail
the conscious test of reality at such a premature stage. It was as
though time had been forced to forfeit its power to the unrelenting
passion, which had built up between them in the dark of the night. Ram
tightened his hold and Priya didn't rob him of any closeness.
Dragging her feet against the creaky floor
all the way to the bathroom Priya halted briefly in front of the wide
panelled mirror of her dresser with a look of disgust on her face as she
glanced up the length of her body. There was no visible injury to be
found anywhere in flesh and the salwar suit, which had been drenched in
the ordeal was intact to the very the last stitch. However, the dagger
was in the truth that she had let a cunning man like Ram comfort her
with his filthy touch and even worse was the fact that in her moment of
weakness she had needed him so much. After last night it was a wonder
whether Ram even had an organ in his body remotely similar to that of a
heart. He was a chameleon, changing colours to blend in to normalcy.
There was no sympathy or even an ounce of care within him. Although, he
had so expertly lead her to believe that he had changed into an honest
man, it was all a sham. Priya cringed, as pieces of the night flashed
mockingly before her eyes. "And why wouldn't it?" An evil side of her
ego sneered, "After all the joke is on you." It took one night, some
seconds, a couple of words but once the sword was drawn with revenge
engraved on the sides of the blade, a war was imminent.
"Ram!" Priya called for the umpteenth time pounding the door with her
fist. "My god this man takes longer than me to get dressed but yet he
always claims that I'm the reason why he's always late." She muttered to
herself and than shouted... "How much longer Ram? You have been in
there for nearly an hour." Priya exaggerated 'slightly' hoping it would
make a dent in the length of time he was planning on taking. "Oye
hello..." Ram responded from inside the change room sounding
flabbergasted... "A proper 20 minutes hasn't even passed by since I
came in here..." Priya's lips puckered into a playful smile hearing the
disbelief in his voice. "Acha... Theek hain..." how much longer Ram?"
She finally managed to say with a halfway straight face after taming her
amusement.
"Baas 5 minutes..." Ram called back, realizing that the roles were reversed today.
"Okay fine... I am going to make myself a cup of tea... By the time I come back you better be ready..."
"Haan
Haan! Jaye na..." Ram stated hurriedly. Behind the closed change room
doors, Ram stood in his same shirtless attire. Indeed it had been 20
minutes since he entered the room and Ram was in no way confused as to
what to wear but he had a surprise brewing in his mind, which required
them to stay in his cozy home away from home for atleast two more hours.
Stumped, he paced the length of the change room thinking about ways to
kill the minutes leading up to the surprise he had planned for Priya but
doing so in way that would not cause any alarm. Than it hit him like a
gush of cool air after a heavy rainstorm on a hot, humid day. "That's
it," Ram announced, literally snapping his fingers for added effect.
"Ram tu na ekdum ghaada hain. It took you 20 minutes to stumble upon
this solution that was laying at your feet all this time?" He shook his
head, patting the side of thighs in search of his cellphone. "Shit!" He
stilled and looked around the room remembering he had placed it on the
night table in the bedroom. "Ab kya karoon mein?" He panicked at first
before recalling that Priya had gone to make some tea. "Oh thank god..."
Ram's eyes lit up sensing victory he opened the door a smidgen peaking
out at first and than bolting towards the night table where his phone
was placed. Punching his drivers number into the keypad with his finger
Ram placed the phone to his left ear glancing behind his back every so
often, checking for any sign of Priya.
"Hello?" Ram spoke finally getting through to his drivers cell number.
"Yes sir! Chintan speaking." The driver promptly responded.
"Are you downstairs? Priya M'aam called you right?" Ram hurried past formalities, cutting straight to the chase.
"Yes sir... I am downstairs."
"Okay
great..." interrupted an overly anxious husband. "I need you to leave
right now... Make some excuse if Priya M'aam asks but leave... Head back
to the KM as soon as I hang up."
"Sir? Is there any work at the KM? Should I send for another driver for you and Priya M'aam."
Abhe nahi yaar... It's Saturday do one thing go home, spend time with your family... Your wife... your kids."
Blushingly the driver responded... "Sir mera shaadi abhi nahi hua... toh baache kahan se..."
Frustratingly
Ram brought the flat of his palm to the center of his forehead. "Mera
baap... Jaye na... Why are you suffocating the romance in my marriage
yaar. I am giving you a day off.. Go enjoy yourself and let me enjoy
myself too..." He paused and than added... "Aur suno... Don't tell Priya
M'aam that I told you too leave... Tell her that you have a family
emergency or something... I don't know yaar, make something up if she
asks." Ram stressed his main and final point. "BUT LEAVE NOW!"
"Yes sir!"
Hanging
up Ram muttered to himself... "Yeh Driver bhi na... Well mission
accomplished... No driver equals no ride... Sorry Priya... But I will
make it up to you, I promise."
Tossing his phone on the mattress Ram
turned to head back to the change room with a grin on his face
plastered from ear to ear, which disappeared the moment he caught a
glimpse of Priya. "Shit was she standing behind me all this time." He
gulped at the thought trying to decipher the exact emotion hidden behind
her poker face.
"P-Priya," Ram stammered. "Woh kya hain na...I was
actually out here waiting for you...Ummm...Woh..." He struggled to find
the words to create the perfect excuse.
Folding her arms across her
chest Priya raised her left eyebrow and with her words she began
expertly weaving a trap. "You were waiting for me to pick out a shirt
for you right?"
Ram's mouth remained open in awe. "Looks like she didn't hear anything. Thank god. Warna yeh sherni would eat me whole."
"Chaliye!" Priya gestured to the change room with a subtle nod of her head.
(Flashback of the night) Priya
was the first to draw back slightly from the embrace in which she was
placed captive. The awkward taste from the realization of what just took
place, cunningly laced the air around them so as not give any other
option but to breathe it in. "Um." Ram stammered searching for Priya's
averted gaze. "Let's get in the car it's raining so bad out here." Ram
stated, pointing out the obvious and with nothing more than a gentle nod
Priya followed. Noticing her shiver despite her best efforts not too,
Ram reached over to the back seat and grabbed hold of his spare black
coat, which he always carried with him in the car. With slight
hesitancy, partly due to Priya's volatile nature, Ram placed the coat
over her shoulder; a gesture that she accepted warmly with a meek smile.
"Thank you!" Priya stuttered adjusting the coat more snuggly over her
shoulders. In doing so her right hand brushed against the rough edge of a
document that was folded in half and tucked away in the outer pocket of
his coat. She pulled it out with the honest intention of handing it
over to Ram but as she did, her gaze fell upon a section of the document
that bore her signature in bold, black ink. "When did I sign this?" She
asked fully informed of the contents on the legal documents, which
authenticated a marriage she had no knowledge of consenting too. Ram
snatched the document from her, not the least bit flabbergasted that she
had seen it. Vikram had presented her with the same documents before
her attack but she had no recollection of actually signing the papers.
"Mr. Kapoor I am asking you something, dammit answer me." Priya roared
into the arrogant face of his infuriating silence. She apparently no
longer needed the coat, which she threw to the side of the road when she
got out of the car. Ram calmly followed her after tucking the documents
safely into the dashboard compartment. She observed him with a killer
glare in her tear stained eyes as he picked his coat up off the ground
laying it neatly on the glistening wet hood of his car. It had stopped
raining at some point and so there was no magic in the air any longer
just unanswered questions of deception. After a blood boiling pause
Ram's blank expression shaped into a look of wicked amusement. He placed
both his hands in his pockets observing Priya's pale face with utmost
satisfaction. "Don't you think that you should be asking yourself that
question Priya? After all it's your signature." Ram spoke, his words
coated in cockiness. With a conceited smile shaped on his thin lips Ram
took confident strides encircling Priya. She could feel the warmth from
his body kiss the skin on her back as he stationed himself behind her.
"What's the matter Mrs. Shar"." He paused... "Oops, can't use that name
anymore... But to be honest that name was never yours to begin with..." By
now her whole body was hot with anger and so when he shifted from behind
her, she had not a clue that he had moved until he stood in front of
her. Priya eyed him murderously, if only looks could kill. But to Ram it
made no difference how she eyeballed him because having dug her grave
there was no turning back until he put the nail in her coffin. "I am a
business man and a damn fine one at that. Great businessmen don't leave
anything to chance." After a brief pause he hammered home his main
point. "By stepping toe to toe with me, you bit off far more than you
can chew and now the time has come for you to choke on this truth."
Having heard enough, Priya flung her hand towards Ram's face. However,
Ram had anticipated that exact reaction. In fact, he had cleverly laid
out a trap, which he had hidden beneath a layer of his handpicked words
in order to invoke her to slap him. Just as she did he grabbed a hold of
her arm simultaneously pulling her forward until she crashed into him.
Dominance, she needed to understand who had the upper hand and in this
case it was Ram, literally. "Leave me!!" She screamed at him, jerking
like a fish out of water on a hook. "Shut up!" Ram screamed back and
held her tighter. The subtle glare of fear in her eyes was satisfying
and her abrupt silence meant that she got the message. "I have been
waiting for this day Priya..." He spoke uncomfortably close to her face
like he wanted his words to be absorbed in her pores in case her ears
were to miss it. " Ever since that day you raised your hands on me in
the hotel I have been waiting for you to try that again." He stated with
so much rage in his each word that Priya could have sworn she saw anger
seep through each syllable as he spoke. Priya grimaced, an unconscious
reaction to the sudden pain that came from Ram's unrelenting grip on her
arm. Ram immediately released her hand, taken slightly aback by her
troubled expression. In that fraction of about half a second Priya felt
as if Ram was simply acting tough being spurred on in the heat of the
moment. But than he opened his mouth and carried on with the verbal
assault putting an end to the glimpse of that short lived thought.
"Thank your stars that you saved my brothers life that night,
otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?" Priya pressed him for an answer
building off of his empty threat. "What would you do if I hadn't saved
him. Would you have slapped me too? Is that what this is all about?
Tricking me into signing those papers, is that punishment for that day I
slapped you and rightfully so?" Ram felt overwhelmed by a stifling aura
conceived by her words; it was like an odourless poison that left him
feeling cornered on an open road. Priya pounded on with an undying force
driven by the pain with which he supplied her. "Why? Why did you play
this sick game with my life?" She cried out loud while her heart bled
clear up the passage of her tear ducts. "And if this was the way in
which you wanted to get back at me for that day than why did you make it
seem like I had a choice?"
Finally breaking his momentary vow of
silence, Ram retorted, "Because I know your type. Before every step you
take you ask Sudhir for permission. I wasn't going to let his refusal
ruin my plan. I love my brother..."
"And I love my sister too... For
her I would sign any paper that would guarantee her happiness and well
being. If only you had asked... But alas you failed to understand me,
Mr. Kapoor. That's so typical of you... I should not have expected
anything different. How dumb of me..." Priya stated with a dry chuckle
that was by no means a sign of amusement but rather a display of
disappointment, which was aimed directly at her own ego.
"Well
that makes two of us..." Ram snorted back reminding her on topic of the
scene earlier in the day where his kind attempt for an apology was met
by her tall brick wall of uncalled for rudeness.
"No Mr. Kapoor, I
was right on the money about you." Priya promptly inputed her valid
defence. "You 'are' in fact the same heartless, arrogant, egotistic
maniac in a business suit... A person like you could never comprehend
such complex terms as love, respect, trust, personal boundaries..."
Ram's
ego threw a tantrum, unable to bear it's insult. "Enough Priya! You're
treading on thin ice. Besides I don't give a shit what you think of me.
Your opinions don't matter to me and neither do you." Ram took one step
towards her, his eyes reddened with rage. But looking into her eyes was
like staring into a mirror, the hue was similar, the emotions firmly
intact. "Moving forward with all this... I need you to understand one
thing clearly." Ram lectured, his index finger waving in Priya's face
like they had a point of their own to illustrate. "We are like these
street lights." Ram started; tracing an invisible circle in the air
with his finger." Although, we're working towards the same goal we will
always be on opposite ends of the road." Priya glared at Ram with
murderous intent, silent but dangerously so. "We are legally married and
it's in your sisters best interest if you accept that truth. Now get in
the car quietly, like a good wife." Ram sneered, unwisely taking
advantage of his sudden surge of power. "I'll drop you home." Their gaze
clashed in a brief toxic pause before Ram walked over to his car
anticipating that Priya would follow as he commanded. Ram's car roared
as it was ignited, mimicking his owners prowess having witnessed the
spectacle. However, Priya had her mind set on not going back into the
vehicle from the moment she first stepped out. Sticking to her original
plan, Priya wiped her moistened cheeks and called out to an approaching
rickshaw, an act that immediately slapped the smug smirk off Ram's face
as he watched on. Instead of resisting, quite frankly because he knew
she wouldn't listen, Ram simply tailed the rickshaw until it safely
halted in front of the Sharma residence.
Ram followed sheepishly, unsure if it was too early to celebrate. He
watched as Priya slammed the wardrobe door shut after pulling out his
favourite red Lacoste shirt. Ram hesitantly took the shirt from her as
she handed it coldly over to him. "Maybe she heard me?." Ram panicked...
"No, no, no Ram... If she had heard me she would not have been so
calm." Ram thought to himself pulling the shirt over his shoulders.
"C'mon Ram, if she knew do you think she would be so calm..." His
muscles relaxed but stiffened back up in the same second. "This could
just be the calm before the storm."
"Are you ready Ram?" Priya asked fixing her hair up in a loose bun.
"Hmm..Hain... Yeah!" Ram spoke quickly, riding the chippy wave of luck that confronted him.
They
began walking towards the door when Priya, slowing down slightly,
fisted one of the sofa cushions. Unable to hold back any longer, Priya's
anger burst through the wall of pretence she had constructed, hoping
sheer guilt would lead him to a confession of his mistake. But alas that
was far from the case and in Priya's mind her hurling the cushion at
Ram, just as he turned around to check why she had slowed down, was
perfectly justified. With cat like reflexes Ram caught the cushion
mid-air right before it was about to softly crash and bounce off his
bulky chest. There was no need for any background story, fore one glance
in Priya's pink tinged eyes recited a tale, which he had written.
"Priya, look I can explain." Ram started in his defence, chucking the pillow on a nearby chair as he advanced towards her.
"Explain
what? There is no need for an explanation everything is clear as water
Ram. I heard it all to the last word." Priya took a couple steps back
simultaneously pointing her index finger at Ram ordering, "Don't you
dare you come any closer to me." Ram halted, taking her threat seriously
in hopes to not agitate her any further.
"Okay fine Priya I won't come any closer but can you please atleast hear me out?"
"No! Go to hell!" She blurted out in the face of his genuine request.
"Oh
c'mon Priya, don't you think that you are over-reacting?" He followed
her to the wardrobe, keenly watching as she grabbed her silky magenta
night gown, slamming the doors once more. He loosely grabbed her arm but
she infuriatingly shrugged it off. "Don't touch me Ram." She chided
him. "You know what Ram, I have had it with you and your controlling
ways. Everything has to go according to your plans and god forbid if
anyone has any desires that don't match that which is in your agenda. I
don't know if I can put up with this much longer. All I wanted was to go
on a romantic ride with my husband but no... My husband is a bore... A
controlling bore... And I have had it..." Ranting, Priya made her way to
the bathroom leaving Ram simply staring helplessly at her. Even the
poor bathroom doors faced her wrath being slammed to a hard shut by her
relentless hands. Ram jerked back into action hearing the impact.
"Priya." He called out to her, clawing the bathroom door with a gentle
scratch of his nails against it. "Priya atleast hear me out." No answer
came from inside the bathroom and Ram didn't need a psychic to
understand that Priya was ignoring him. Working with the cold silence he
was handed, Ram decided to make the best of it. She was ignoring him
but she could still hear him out. "Priya, I know you are angry and babe
trust me it was not my intention to hurt you. All I want to do is see
you smile but somehow my every attempt burns to ashes." Exhaling, Ram
continued, "The reason I asked the driver to leave was..." And before he
could say anything further, Priya opened the door, still angry as
displayed in her eyes.
"I told you already Ram, I don't want to hear
any explanation. Please just leave me alone. I don't want to talk to
you or even look at you for that matter." With that last slur she
brushed past him. She was so blinded in her rage that she failed to see
the pain that her words had stirred up within him. In all honesty she
meant not a word of what she said, but to Ram it felt as if someone had
punched him in the guts repeatedly with an iron fist.
Uncharacteristically, Ram gave up trying to get her to listen. Sometimes
sparks are better left untouched to burn out at their own pace.
Similarly, Priya was clearly not ready to be rationale and had Ram
pushed her further that flicker of anger could just as easily morph into
an untameable flame.
Having changed into her night dress, Ram
watched from a distant as Priya curled into bed, creating a border of
pillows along the length of her body, sending her message to Ram loud
and clear, she wanted no part of him.
(Flashback of the night) Knowing
Ram's stubborn nature, like her own, Priya wasn't the least bit
surprised when she saw him exiting his vehicle. Paying the driver, Priya
jolted towards the elevator hoping to beat Ram to the punch. But it was
as if Ram had bribed fate to sway in his favour. An old piece of paper
dangled from the elevator door with the words "Out of Order" written
boldly across it in bright red ink. "Dammit," Priya cursed and reversed
her steps in an attempt to rush up the stairs. However, Priya's feet had
tangled up, tripping her just as she turned. She shut her eyes tightly
preparing for the painful kiss of the cold concrete against the side of
her body. It all happened so fast and than it was over, just like that.
But the impact was not nearly as bad as she had thought it would be. It
was as if she had landed on a bed of pillows smothered in an
overpowering yet seductive masculine scent. The fragrance settled within
her, hurling forth a distasteful recollection. "Ram..." She thought at
once, immediately opening her eyes to face the dreaded truth.
"Leave
me you jerk." Priya snapped and wrestled free from his hold with ease,
owing to the adrenaline, which was already actively coursing through her
body.
"Excuse me? Mrs ungrateful...I just stopped you from falling and breaking your head." Ram replied in utter disbelief.
"Did
I ask you too? Did I scream out for help? Why don't you just leave me
alone and let me be?" Priya pestered him, evidently annoyed.
"I
would love too..." Ram began, following Priya as she made her way up the
stairs. "But until this whole Sheena thing is sorted out I need to
watch you like a hawk."
"Oh please," Stopping on the steps
momentarily, Priya added. "I am more than capable of taking care of
myself and my family. So please, do me a favour and just leave..."
"I
saw just how well you took care of yourself today.Not only did you put
your life in danger but if I hadn't reached there in time, Kush could
have been hurt too.. " Ram replied, pausing briefly to catch his breath.
"And I am going going upstairs to meet my brother...Do you have a
problem with that?"
"Whatever!" Priya shook her head and kept walking up the stairs with Ram on her heels she could hear his laboured breathing.
Freshening up Priya made her way into the
living room having packed the last of her belongings. The atmosphere was
barren with the once vibrant walls appearing dull at a glance. Turning
her gaze to the single seater sofa where her papa enjoyed his morning
tea, Priya became even more concerned seeing it uncharacteristically
unoccupied. "Looks like Papa is still mad at me about last night."
Priya thought out loud, making her way to Ayesha's room and when she got
there her heart stilled for a moment in her chest out of anxiousness.
Sudhir was seated at the edge of the bed staring aimlessly at Ayesha,
mentally in another place. Hesitantly, Priya strode slowly towards him
stopping mere inches behind him. "Papa.." spoke Priya, softly. The
subtle perk of his ear made her aware that he was listening. "I know you
are mad at me..." making her way wearily to face him, she continued.
"But Papa I have to do this for Ayesha...and Kush...He deserves to be
with his whole family. And moreover, how much longer will Sid hide
out... Please forgive me Papa... I had to do this..." A wall of silence
greeted her every word. She knelt down on the floor against the bed
beside him, resting her head on the cradle of his lap. "Papa I am going
to be leaving soon... Won't you talk to me before I go..." Holding back
her tears she bit her lips to no avail. Sudhir grabbed her gently by her
shoulders guiding her up on her feet... Priya sobbed, her head lowered,
unable to face him. "Beta..." Priya glanced up at once, softly sighing
in relief. "I know you can do no wrong."
"I am so sorry Papa...I
know I should have asked you first..." stuttered an emotionally
distraught daughter having hurt the man she cared about the most,
unknowingly. If it were up to her, Priya would have consulted with
Sudhir before entering any contract let alone one of marriage, albeit a
mockery. But Ram left her with no option, she had signed the documents
without any knowledge of actually doing so. However, for her sister and
Kush she decided to simply go along with what had already been
committed. Everything had happened so fast, yesterday she found out she
was married and today she was leaving for the Kapoor Mansion. Every hour
that past by last night, she cherished in her possession. And Priya
knew that if she didn't agree to leave with Ram this morning, she might
never muster up the courage too.
"Beta... I am not angry with you...
I am mad at myself... I told your father that I would protect you...But
look at me..." Turning his back to her, he completed. "I have failed to
even keep that promise."
"Papa why are you saying that? You have
given me everything and than some... You put me above everyone and
everything in your life. How can you say that you have failed?"
"But beta...Ram is..."
"Papa
please... Mr, Kapoor can not hurt me... He is just as helpless as I am.
If he has me in his mansion, I have all his wealth in my name... And to
lose that is a risk that he wouldn't chance on taking." She looked him
in the eyes, hoping he saw the confidence that she had in her following
statement. "I know I will be fine Papa... Because I have you... And as
long as you're with me...No one can hurt me..."
Taking her in his
fatherly embrace, Sudhir uttered three powerful words, which she thought
she would never hear again after the turn of events last night. "I love
you Beta..."
Priya looked up at him and repeated the same three
words, "I love you too Papa..." just before the doorbell rang and Shipra
hollered. "Priya...Ram and his mother are here..."
Priya had no clue as to when she had drifted
off to sleep and for how long. But she woke up abruptly being lifted off
the bed as though she was still dreaming. The scent of his musky
cologne tickled her nostrils waking her into a fully alert state. It all
rushed back to her, the events leading up to her falling asleep and
with it resurfaced her weakened yet persistent rage. "Ram where are you
taking me." She squirmed in his arms trying to break free but to no
avail. Instead she thought it best she wrapped her arms around his neck
just to keep from falling, although she knew he would never let that
happen. "This is exactly what I was talking about Ram, you think you can
just handle me any which way that you want." Priya complained.
"Sorry Priya." Ram apologized, looking straight ahead he continued walking with her in his arms. "You left me with no choice."
Priya
fed off from the success of getting Ram to respond to her. "Let me down
Ram... I mean it!" She demanded as he walked up the stairs quite
clearly headed to the terrace. "Dammit Ram, I am not joking. I said
leave me..." Paying her no mind, Ram nudged open the door leading to the
terrace with his foot. Realizing that they were outside just as Ram had
intended left Priya's blood boiling. And in that moment she found
herself uttering three heart stabbing words, which held no meaning when
it came to her feelings for him. "I hate you!" Ram placed her on her
feet having reached his goal. Pursing her lips, Priya opened her mouth
to spew more venom through her rage but Ram didn't allow her the luxury
of expression. "Look!" Ram spoke quickly, pointing towards the lake.
That was the ultimate silencer. Priya stood mesmerized staring at what
truly was a sight to behold. The ripples in the lake was like a
staircase leading to heaven. It seemed as though the lake had opened up
releasing the sun slowly but surely from the depths of it's chambers.
The sun glowed, it's yellow hue streaked the bluish grey pastel sky.
Highlighted were the subtle orange horizontal lines, which bled into
groups of tiny scattered pockets along the breathtaking skyline.
"It's beautiful." Priya mouthed almost in a whisper.
"I
knew you'd love it..." Ram stated with confidence. "Today is our last
day here before we head back. And the future is to fickle to leave these
beautiful moments to chance." With that thought, Priya's legs walked on
their own until she was close to Ram with her arms wrapped comfortably
around him. Her embrace was warmly welcomed, in fact it was needed. Ram
held her by her waistline, his grip making promises of never letting go.
Their bodies remained joined enjoying the sight in front of them, the
closeness somehow made for a better view. Everything felt like it was in
place, their embrace had that kind of power. But this time it was
different, there was definitely something eating at Ram, Priya could
tell by the rapid pace of his heart.
"Ram what's wrong?" Priya asked snuggling in closer, his scent was a magnet to her senses.
"What makes you think that something is bothering me? It's nothing..." Ram replied holding her tighter.
"Liar."
She accused, nudging his chest softly with her fist. " I know how your
hearts beats when I am close to you and today it's not as calm. Tell me
Ram... Don't you trust me?" She heard him gulp nervously, an action that
worried her but nonetheless she waited and finally he relieved his
heart from unresolved anguish. "Of course, I trust you... More than
myself..."
"So than tell me..." She circled her finger on the button
of his shirt waiting keenly for him to express his tension. Inhaling
deeply Ram let it all out in one breathe. "Please don't ever leave
me..."
"What?" Priya pulled away from him staring into his anxious eyes. "Why would I ever leave you?"
Licking his dry lips Ram stammered, "Y-you said you're tired of me... That you've had enough."
Priya
gasped quickly to deny that she ever said those words but than her
earlier cold demeanour hit her hard like an iceberg. "I was just
angry... I-I didn't mean any of it Ram..."
"Priya I don't care what
you do or say to me when you are angry. Just don't ever talk about
leaving me. I know. I know I am not perfect but you're perfect for me.
The thought of you leaving, alone, suffocates me... I can't live without
you... And I am not just saying that...I can prove it if you want me
too" Leaning her body against his, Priya placed her hands on his cheeks,
pulling his head down slightly and than gluing her lips to his... The
passionate display of affection was breath-taking, literally, Ram
struggled to calm his nerves. "I am so sorry Ram..." Priya whispered,
pecking his numb lips that were too shocked to partake in the passion.
"I was just so scared." Ram spoke breathlessly when given the chance to
catch his breath. "What can I do to make it up to you?" Ram was beyond
excited, he had no idea as to how to react. Priya continued her
repentance, stamping soft kisses along his neck waiting for his final
verdict. But Ram remained silent, drugged on ecstasy he was rendered
speechless. "Was this really happening?" He wondered as Priya recaptured
his lips. "Or was this just a beautiful dream?"
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