Amor Vincit Omnia

Chapter 1

A shivering Khushi stood next to Arnav, who was rummaging through the belongings left by the earlier occupants;  they seemed to have left in a hurry owing to the terrible weather, he reckoned. Arnav's hand got hold of a long white silk clothing that could work as a makeshift saree. He extended it to his quivering wife, dripping wet from head to toe. 

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Arnav looked at his wife's silhouette through the screen dividing them. The golden shadow left by the lamp accentuated every curve of her body. He looked on beguiled and then averted his eyes to adjust the flame.

 A goddess basked in silver luminance caught his vision. The conspicuous awkwardness in her countenance could not deter him from staring at her blatantly.  He walked towards her transfixed, allowing himself the pleasure of beholding the sight of this beautiful creature who is his all. 

A burst of thunderclap broke through his trance, and before he could register the scene, a soft body crashed onto him, jolting him back to the present. He felt her cold body against his warm torso. She was too caught up by the thunder that his state of partial nakedness seemed to have gone over her head. 

'Sshhh,'  He murmured close to her ear.

Her body was too cold; his subconscious cautioned him.  He moved them to the small cot, tugging her gently, still in her embrace. The lovers crawled onto the bed and lay next to each other. This was not the first time they were sharing a bed. But, the first time after the confession of his feelings. He would never have let her know his love for her had he believed he would see her again. To die without letting his wife know he loved her seemed too grave a punishment for him at that moment. What if he had been killed in the hands of the kidnappers? What if she lived on believing the lie that her husband thought the worst of her when she was his everything? 

What if something had happened to her when she put herself in trouble to save him from the clutches of the kidnappers? What if he had lost her? The fact that they were still in the mouth of danger crossed his mind, and he wanted nothing but to get the both of them to safety. He desired to live a life with her the way he wanted to, recompensating all the time they wasted being apart, confessing all the unsaid love and passion he felt only for her, atoning for all the kisses they deprived themselves of. 

A sudden surge of affection passed through him, and he turned to her, who was facing the other side. He lifted his right hand to bring her body close to his, spooning her from behind. Khushi's breathing laboured as she felt him as closely as they could be. He lifted his head to rest on the side of her face. 

The rain was waning down.  Both of them reclined on the bed listening to nature's rhythm. The black mole on her right cheek caught his attention, the one he kissed by the poolside. He lifted his head and gazed at his wife in his embrace. Without exchanging words, he slowly leaned down to rest his lips on her black mole.

To be continued...

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Dorothea