Petrichor to his Heart

6.OS

She could hear the sweet interlude of some musical instrument followed by a tune she had grown familiar with, in the past few days.

The man had a silky timber in his voice and his notes often reached to her heart in such alone nights.

For the past ten days, she nearly heard him every night, sometimes it seemed like a dream and sometimes she brushed it away as her brain playing tricks on her but today she had to get her answers so she collected her hairs and secured them with a hair clip on her back.

She took her phone and left the hotel room telling the guard she needed a walk to the nearby hills. Tourists often went out at night or in the early morning to enjoy nature so the guard didn't stop her and clutching the thin shawl to her body she took the road opposite to her window as per her mind directed her.

She was here for a 15-day training program organized by her firm and they were going to leave in the next three or four days so she thought to at least know who was the owner of such a beautiful voice.

It was around 4 in the morning and the temperature has dropped dangerously but the voice reaching her ears was too much to ignore.

She has been stepping up the hilly area and the road was turning rough with every step, the flashlight of her phone was not very much of a use but she could hear voices of people every now and then so she was not afraid about being alone.

After a few hundred meters a problem surfaced; the road ended and in front of her were two trails, she had to make her decision and walk on one, to confirm which one to take she concentrated her brain and tried to pinpoint that the voice belonged to which trail.

To concentrate on the voice she closed her eyes and focused , when she heard another voice surrounding her,

A voice which was no more silky but dark and full with mysteries, and it was not the tune she was following.

Everything around her started coming alive, she could smell wild roses, she could hear the wind making a sough followed by the soft crunching of grass as if... as if someone was walking to her.

She opened her eyes in pure horror and the mystery of the moment ended, all she could feel and see was the tranquillity of the atmosphere.

She has made up her mind and turned to go back to her room, there was nothing she should discover, or even if there was something she didn't have to disturb it.

She has barely taken a step when the voice came back, the same soft silky voice only that it seemed going away.

The curiosity killed the cat but the cat was anyway going to be killed if not by curiosity then by the curiosity to her curiosity. She pressed her palms on her face to calm herself down and then purely working on her instincts she walked ahead on one of the trails.

Somewhere someone was waiting for her and as soon as he found her steps moving towards him, his music and tune both grew more melodious.

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She untangled her shawl at times from the vines scattered here and there, she knew she had entered the core of the forest but the waves reaching her had been intensified and she knew she just had to go to the other side of the vines and she would be in front of the magician.

True to her belief she came out and here it was, a person leaning on a big tree trunk and the area was brightly lit with something, she searched for the source of the light but she could not find one.

She felt her feet not budging from her position, she looked around her to observe the area and suddenly the music changed to another note she was familiar with.

She stood there transfixed, hearing him for she didn't know how many minutes and only when she closed her eyes in pleasure, it happened again.

The voice changed to that mysterious dark aura and this time she felt someone standing in front of her, she wanted to raise her hands and feel the person but she could not move... she was smelling the forest around her as if the person impersonated the forest himself, she could hear the soft sighs of wind as if they were the person's breaths.

but then someone touched the sides of her lip with their thumb.

Her skin pricked with the touch but it turned into a velvety touch and involuntarily she craved for more. As if the person sensed her soul the thumb caressed her lips and they parted anticipating something she knew was forbidden for her.

She wanted to move forward, to reach the person, to touch the softest of touches she had experienced but she could not move.

Suddenly she felt the person move closer and this time she was able to move as if the person gave her the choice to accept or reject it once for all.

On her own, her feet moved to him and the person needed no words after that...

A pair of lips touched hers, soft-touch again and as soon as she responded they turned needier, wild, wanting more and everything changed, she was very much aware of the moment at the same time she fell somewhere deep down... she was losing herself at the same time she found someone new inside her... she started collapsing at the same time collected a new side of her.

Her phone dropped down and her hands rose to touch the tall man as she could sense, she locked the arms around his neck and completed the moment and them.

It seemed she was somewhere else, she was not the wife of someone, she was not the widow of that same someone... she was in someplace that belonged to her and where she belonged.

The kiss lasted till her humanly lungs allowed her to and the person gave her the small moments she needed, she kept her head on his broad chest and calmed the erratic beats.

"A mason only weaves the maze, it is up to the nymph whether she wants to get trapped or not..."

She heard the words and in a moment it ended, the spell broke and she pushed the person and opened her eyes...

To her surprise, there was no one, nothing but a deep dark forest and her phone's flashlight illuminating on the forest bed.

She looked everywhere, but there was nothing, she walked to the place she believed the tree was and someone called her...

"Hello,"
she turned to see the person and relaxed as soon as she saw the man from another team she had seen in the sessions every day.

"Pallavi...you?... it's not safe to walk alone especially at nights..." she could not see his face due to the darkness but she believed his words.

"I think I am lost..." she whispered looking back to the tree.

"come I'll accompany you to the hotel..." he offered and exhausted by the events she didn't argue with him.

"Thanks, Raghav..." she told him and after that, They walked to the hotel in silence and the mason smiled to himself as the moon hid behind the trees and touched the horizon.

Nymphs were always gullible and beasts often took advantage of that.

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another one of my imaginary plots... hope you enjoyed it.

stay safe everyone.

with love Morusya.

This is again one of those things where you guys are wondering what happened in the end, I can see a few of you are not getting it and of course that is not your fault, somehow it's my failure to grab you into the story...

Have you watched SHUTTER ISLAND, BIRDMAN, or maybe INCEPTION... I am in no way trying to match these masterpieces or trying to copy them but yes, somewhere the inspiration was these beautifully shaped movies.

I apologize for this Author note and then spamming you guys about an update but I thought to clear it for you that at this point this tale has an open ending, you all are invited to imagine the end whatever way you want to.