Is love overrated? Can it be above me? Don't I matter? Do I need someone to complete myself? Can't I be complete myself? Cant I be content with what I have and whom I have? Well, I'm in a good space now anyway.
But then that happened.
Find yourself...
It's early in the morning now, maybe around 7 AM. But I don't want to look at the time. That wouldn't make time stand still, would it? At least I can have this luxury of being ignorant until I'm here. Just then Aakash barged in, looking straight out of bed. Hair unkempt, in his deep blue tee, there's something majorly wrong, otherwise, there's no chance of Aakash stepping out of his room without being prim and proper, forget coming to the hospital.
"We will have to leave immediately Bhai. She's getting married, tomorrow."
Fuck.
Somewhere in a resort in Nilgiris
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Its 8AM in the morning and the sun is bright and out in the sky, but there is hardly any sunshine inside the cozy cottage. The big lush curtains were drawn close after they put the do not disturb sign out, when they were in the throes of passion last night not wanting the hotel staff disturbing them at least for the next eight hours.
And now it still looks like late evening though its eight in the morning. She could feel his even breath on her naked back and she couldn't stop blusing thinking about them last light. Its only been 1 month of their own wedding and an arranged marriage it was. They didn't even have a proper conversation before that. But in these 30 days, he has won my heart and now I've given myself to him completely. I never thought I would consummate my marriage so soon, that too in an arranged marriage set up.
I feel a light shift and soon his rough big hands are making patterns on my lower back and I can't help letting out a slight sigh of pleasure.
He spoons me in, his naked front touching my naked back, and rubs his beard on the crook of neck, whispering in my ears, "How are you this morning? All good?" and he says something else too, but his hands keep me distracted and I let out a helpless moan.
"Arghh, come here now", and just like that he pulls me in for a toe-curling kiss, making me want him all over again.
