ENDEARMENT (ON HOLD)

Seraphic Salvation

Unexpected incidents occur to prove that indeed humankind have no control over the world, the nature and their bodies atlast.

The chill and the drop in temperature is just contrary to the warmth engulfing them. They feel burned, atleast he does.

It was her, though still unknown his senses can easily discern it is surely her, a woman or a young girl may be. Just like a ball of fire to add on.

And why not, how much ever tried a man can easily feel the feminine against him, may be that's why the society consider them as a fire and cotton that should be kept at a safe distance.

Ridiculous comparisons, yet accurate.

Full moon being the only luminescence, him lying just on top of her on the hard ground which they are least bothered, his left leg in between hers and right one just beside her left leg pressing her tight causing sensations in their abdomen, his left hand holding hers both above her head, her front heaving slightly touching his muscular chest and his face just above hers, her kholed eye lashes tapping his eye, their nose tips pressed, her slightly parted plump lips quivering below his rough ones with an inch gap.

Just the eyes being visible, every other inch of her skin completely wrapped in cerise pashmina, that did not stop her rugged breathing fanning his face causing his insides all up down.

And though still existed a safe distance between their bodies, feeling his uneven galloping inflation of his heartbeats just above her, causing her to tumble terribly.

It felt like an extremely maddened lovers hell bent to make love to each other but much to the disenchantment, it was Anirudh with his only ajnabi.

Though holding a woman such is very much against his principles, he could not help this time as she was a mystery that needs to be solved. As it was a question of many children's life.

Darkened midnight half passed two accompanied by ogling of owls on trees all around, mumbled noises of night species mating, constant batter of bushes and in the thick of woods sprawling on each other.

Admist the nature, both trapped in a melody of fierce melancholy.

As he lifts his right hand to unwrap the cloth on her face, to reveal the serene beauty behind. Though not yet seen, he knew, his heart knew much more about her. His ajnabi or the woman in disguise.

It was then, with aloud thump he fell to her left with his back to the ground, eyes much wide in astonishment, while she stood dusting herself and throwing a single glare at him begun to run, more into the woods with him following at back.

Furied, raged not at her escape but at the loss of her cosiness against him. His inners rebuked.

Running behind her, he remembered the gravity of the situation, the past hour.

While returning late night, walking on the border lanes, spotting a well known figure with a child in arms sprinting into the woods, there it began his run for her.