Saints and Sinners_A SanDhir Story of Love ♡ #Wattys2015

"Saints and Sinners"_Part 16 ☆

The lone pair of eyes, emanating peace,

The fluffy cheeks and lips, ready to kiss,

He rose above, with everything heaving.

Was it a death or was it worth leaving?    _Me ♡

Even though, she spent the night in Randhir's arms in innocent peace, she eventually dreaded his reaction next morning.

The night had been utterly blissful, and she could still feel his lips inching all over her body, radiating enough glow.

But those were the incoherent desires of a

drunk Randhir.

She feared the reaction of a sane Randhir, once he comes to know the events of last night.

And even though her eyelids were threatening to get shut, her immature nerves broke in a turmoil inside.

And before her mind could reach a truce with her overpowering heart, dawn ushered in through theorifices of the oriel window, showering her with the hope of a new day.

She felt her midrib ache discomfortingly, due to the unusual posture, she had taken up all night.

The overgrown emanating rays of the sun barged.in the window, bestowing with the news of a new morning.

She stirred in her poise, trying to detach their tangled bare frames, but failed miserably due to Randhir's firm grip on her waist.

She smiled at his cute stance, and even though she was a bit apprehensive of where they were heading to, she couldn't but place a moist peck on his closed

eyelids.

"Randhir...", She tried to whisper but that came out as a moan, as his hot breath kept on tickling her nape.

Her heartbeats went erratic and breaths

uneven on actually gripping their vulnerable proximity.

"Randhir...", She gasped, signalling the end of her immune system, as he stirred a bit in his slumber.

He was sure to have a heavy hangover after what he did yesterday.

Mentally slapping her forehead, she removed her legs from below his frame, and detached their bare bodies for good; while Randhir pulled over the side pillow, to place his head upon.

Wrapping the bedsheet upon her bare torso, she smiled a blush, witnessing his early morning cute antics.

Leaving him behind, she proceeded towards the washroom, to change for the day, when the insolent mirror infront exposed the marks of the night, to her own eyes.

Those were the marks, enrolling her as the Shekhawat property for sure; and the very sane thought of losing herself to him, sounded beguiling.

Smiling at herself, she turned the knob of the hot water tap, laving her soul of all ardent worries, while the intricate pitter-patter broke his heavy dew of slumber.

Clutching his temple in between his palms, he sat up, resting one elbow on the side pillow, while the overpowering headache showed no sign of cessation.

The gripping pain for a moment, gave his inner turmoil a backseat.

But then hazy, yet vivid memories of yesternight started pouring in, in his mind's eye, making him gasp in horror.

He couldn't believe he let her win.

He couldn't believe that he let her play with him, just as she had chalked out, even after having full-fledged knowledge of her turbulent past.

Jumping down from the cot, he gaped at the unruly messy state of the bedsheet, where he had been making love to her all the night.

He couldn't fathom how a bit of alcohol could dampen his twinge so much so that he didn't even think twice before surrendering out to her evil conscience.

Grabbing up the creased shirt from the couch, he put it on himself, and sparing a last glare at the washroom door, he left the apartment.

This would be her deserving penance. She wouldn't ever get to know his thoughts again.

Only if he had known her backstory, probably then he wouldn't have left her without an explanation. Sigh!

Drying up her wet mane, she stepped out of the washroom to pour her heart out to Randhir, but all she could see was emptiness all around.

The familiar sense of swarthiness gripped her as she realised that Randhir had left her again to fend for herself all alone.

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The clock knocked at 10 in the night, and

Randhir was yet not home.

No phone calls. Nothing.

Rummaging through his call log, she dialled the most frequented number.

"Hello....", Parth's voice boomed from the other end and she thanked her stars.

"Hello.I'm Sanyukta speaking. Can you please inform me of Randhir's whereabouts?", She gasped hastily, sucking in a lungful of air.

"Sanyukta.", He shrieked in annoyance.

"Please do tell me if you know anything.", She cajoled in helplessness and one could easily make out that she had been sobbing all the while.

"Yes...Actually....He's out there with this girl...", He tried to sound polite.

But she had already stopped hoping. Her lips had already stopped quivering.

"Hello...Hello...Sanyukta...are you there?",

Parth's voice blended in the oblivion as the phone fell from her hand.

She yet again died a little more.       :')

Until Next Time.
Signing off,
Aishi ♡★