An OS based on the popular itv show couple, "Shakhi" ( Shaurya and Anokhi), to express my admiration and imagination which goes beyond all stereotypes and appropriacy.
Caught in a romantic rendezvous and a tryst with destiny, the amorous couple is s...
Pushing him back, from that embracing posture, she gasped for air, as she scanned his face for the last time before springing to action. Series of thoughts flashed in her mind. Of course he was in love with her. And who was she kidding? She herself was as well, for a matter of fact. Irrevocably and irretrievably in love with him; whirling in a whirlpool of turmoil, that threatened to engulf her from within. But how could she possibly fall in love with him? Afterall he was her professor and she, his student. Moreover, she was much younger than him and had a bright future ahead. This could ruin everything, for all that she knew. There was no match between them.. couldn't be.. It was inappropriate, wasn't it? But all that could wait. She pushed back those thoughts, at once.
It no longer mattered what would happen in the future. All that did was her present where both of them stood locked in each other's gaze, with the devouring silence and emotions, overpowering them. All she wanted to do was succumb to him and his warmth. It was her turn to requit the love, that was so passionately bestowed upon her, by the man standing in front.
Shaurya had a look on his face that tacitly expressed the love of his heart, being unable to restrain it any longer. Outlandish emotions harboured his heart and dictated his mind to claim the girl, looking at him with loving eyes. His conscience whispered from within that this was the empress of his heart, his awaited destiny, the sole flicker of warmth in his bleak life; his reason to live and die for; the only spice to his uneventful life, his safe haven and most importantly someone he could call his own.
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Anokhi's hand tugged at his neck, bringing his face closer to hers. He was slightly startled by this sudden gesture but of course didn't hesitate (pulling back was out of question..)
She slowly placed her lips on his, for the slightest touch. And that was it. Vivacious adrenaline wafted through her veins as she experienced the most heavenly touch on earth. His lips were slightly moist yet so warm, and in one word,-- perfect. He gently returned the kiss by tenderly caressing her velvet lips, that tasted to him like the elixir of life. Both savoured the moment in a way, that they seemed to prefer being ignorant of anything else, existent. He slightly pulled away just to have a look at her face.
The anguish at the sudden loss of touch of his lips on hers, was incredible. With a crooked twitch across the corner of his lips, he claimed her mouth with a more hungry desire. This time he wanted to deepen the kiss and Anokhi was more than happy to give him full access. He slid his tongue in, the moment he got the invitation to. Enmeshing his fingers in her loosely hanging dark strands, his fervent lips and tongue continued their work, teasing, trailing and sometimes caressing hers. The heat was rising, with every passing moment as they remained lost in each other; his towering body pinning her frail one, against the wall. They could hear their galloping heartbeats; their chests being pressed tight together; which seemed like they could break the bars of their ribcage any moment, and collide together.
