♦Gurur Ve Önyargi♦

Chapter-19

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They say if you want something from the bottom of your heart, the entire universe works on your wish to make it a truthful experience of your life, no matter how unattainable it might seem at the beginning. But they never talk about the attitude, the behaviour, the consequence that one evolves after bestowing with the endowment of the bliss.

Getting to the car I connect my phone with the power bank while all the whirlwind is still intact in my brain. I am striving for release as her ignorance towards my pathos shook me to the core because I never expected her to be this cruel over my brokenness. If only she knows how much I feel for her which must be more than my life. The shield of arrogance in her gesture and the shadow of contempt in her eyes cut through my soul when all I hope is her compassion with a gentle touch of mercy. I know I acted like a moron but later I did everything to rectify my misdeed. Now, shouldn't it be her turn to do some amends?

Pushing the door I step out of the car when suddenly in the mild glint of the underground garage my eyes capture a petite figure coming in my direction. It is the time when I realise my orbs are not only scorching in an inexplicable ache but my vision is also certainly blurry. The chasm in my chest deepens when rubbing my soggy eyes I acknowledge the vista standing before my stunned eyes. For a moment it feels like the wickedest dream I have ever had since it can never be more than a wispy illusion. Little did I know I, the devil himself, could also be blessed with the oasis in this stage of life which is no less dreadful than a dying desert.

For a few minutes, we stand still drowning deep down into each other's eyes. My curious mind denies opening my lip when she declares with an unblinking gaze,

"I want to tell you something..."

Assessing her tone I sense her willingness but as I told you before in the opening paragraph that I don't know how to accept it when I am sure I am going to be blessed with my heaven. I just remain in the same posture and when it seems a decade and too weird to stand anymore in pin-drop silence, and while she is filled with all  expectance, at last, I reply, parting my lips, "Speak."

Women are the oddest being that you can never read because again, the table turns as it's her time to stay still sealing her lips while her drilling eyes pierce me right through my beating gut. A squirming sensation rises in my body as an effect of her scrutinizing gaze, when I fail to keep up my calmness by claiming out, "Say!"

"I..." She trembles with a whisper and closes the gap with another advanced step making me thoroughly outwitted for both of my palms start to itch to break the bondage of maintaining any kind of decorum. But it's time to talk not to act out of instinct.

"Please!" Begging her I take a back step not to contaminate her with my disease—the disease of desire—when she proves herself already been bitten with the same insect of passion when she reaches my height, tiptoeing and presses her lips against mine just after rolling her hands around the back of my head.

My withered spirit begins to flutter like a wandering kite with the sorcery she plays over me as her little fingers snatch my hair demanding furthermore from my side. Eventually, she begins with wetting my lips and also with her inapt strokes and to be honest, her amateur incitement is enough to flame me alive because at last, a pool of confidence plunges my system by making me believe: yes, she desires to be mine. She is made for me while I am for her only to serve each pore of each other.

As soon as my realisation attains its culmination I find my arms binding her slender waist like a tight whip as I whirl her around completely by slamming her back against the door of the backseat. She flinches in awe but I am too determined to choke her moan when I press my hardness against her taking her struggling brims between my persuasive pair.