Footprints on Sand

Six: Beginnings

He saw the faint appearance of an arm, pulling her towards the person. She twirled as he pulled her towards him. She let out a gasp, her cheeks blushed, and a shy smile adorned her face. She looked up to meet the person's eyes and cupped their face. He felt her touch. The hands were soft, supple, dainty, and delicate. There was something magical about them.

"Hey," he said softly. The voice was husky, quiet, measured, and sensuous. She was wearing a plain red Anarkali with a boat neck and long sleeves mesh sleeves which hid her arms and scrunched around her wrists. Her delicate wrists.

Her smile widened, her lips parted. They were supple, full, and small. "Hi." She replied.

One of her hands moved from his face, and swing around his neck. He inched her waist closer to him. Her eyes were a combination of golden and hazel. They looked like freshly brewed espresso, warm and inviting. Golden flakes filled around her pupil. She radiated sunlight. Her smile slowly disappeared as the person leaned closer. He leaned in, pulled her more closer, almost lifting her off the ground, and captured her lips into his. He could feel the heat fill up the space in between them. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Her tongue teased his lips before slowly slipping into his mouth.

The intensity of the kiss created a sense of havoc and chaos in his head. The couple was continuing forth with the activities but the man had closed his eyes to feel her warmth and nothing was visible anymore.

A frustrated groan escaped him and he tried to turn while fast asleep. Unfortunately, the wall of pillows and cushions didn't allow him to do so but he was already in a deep slumber that the discomfort of reality barely did much to wake him up.

The haziness of the situation was slowly being replaced by a cloudy sky. He couldn't see the man's face again but it was still her. She was leaning against him, her body falling on his chest and head placed on the shoulder. The glimpse of white on her dimmed as his eyes darted towards the sky. They were sitting on the floor on the edge of a concrete strip. "There aren't any stars tonight. It's too cloudy." The man said in resigning tone. The girl pouted. She was upset by the predicament and perhaps expected him to clear the skies. "Let us just go to bed. We'll try again tomorrow!" He assured the girl who didn't seem entirely convinced. He smiled satisfactorily and took her hand into his and looked up towards her.

She was extending her arms towards the sky. She waved her hand in a circular motion before nodding at him. His arms pulled her by the waist and took her in as a vision in red. Her hair was mostly pinned now, and waves of curls framed her face. She had a significant amount of blush on her cheeks and her eyes were lined with kohl instead of being bare. He smiled at her and pointed towards the floor.

Their faces reflected in the pool but her eyes only stared at her reflection instead of his own. His eyes pointed at her reflection and she smiled. She looked up to meet his eyes. She smelt like wet earth and strawberries. He wanted her to stay still, like that forever but she was inclined on doing something else. He didn't understand why she had been pointing towards the sky, and him towards the pool. It was as if the two had their secret language.

He tried to peer into the reflection of the pool again, but instead, he saw ripples darken up and a room slowly built up around him. The same arms of a man were tied to a chair and he was trying his best to reach towards the phone on the table in front of him. This room didn't smell too great. The scent of water seeping through walls and the rusty pipes filled the room. Then there was this incredibly strong stench of sweat. He was unsure whether the source of this scent was the man whose arms he saw or someone else. The man tried pushing himself forward but the ropes, which felt as if they were freshly tied were hard to break out from.