They say opposites attract and like poles repel?
Is it always the case?
What happens when fire clashes with fire?
What happens when destiny brings two souls who can only rage and don't know anything apart from anger?
It was a perfectly silent morning and she rolled onto her right from her left shuffling in her sleep when she could feel a sharp tug in her lower belly. A frown formed on her face, waking her up from her deep sleep.
As her eyes peeled open, she saw him, in his golden beige complexion, messy hair, oblong face which shapes into a diamond whenever he smiles. She plopped on her elbow and looked at him, admiring him so close is giving so much happiness to her. His wide forehead, thick and bushy brows framing his face, his deep set eyes which hold those striking opalescent black orbs of his. His high cheekbones followed by his sharp infallible nose, his firm and tight - lipped mouth enclosing his perfect pearls, his jaw chiseled at an angle of perfection. His perfectly groomed beard and his long neck holding his Adam's apple just at the right place weakening her in her knees. And that gorgeous man all in his glory, she bit her lip reminiscing their beautiful night together. She gets down slowly and drags herself to dress up in simple PJ's and enters the wash.
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She freshened up and as she pat dried a face, a pair of strong arms wrapped her waist from behind surprising her. She looked into the mirror when he nuzzled his nose into the nape of her neck muttering a groggy "Morning!"
She chuckled softly as he looked like a toddler who searches for his mom in the morning and holds her lazing in her arms.
"Morning," she said softly.
She herself couldn't understand how she could be mad at this man for this long. She knew how much she admired and respected him and how much she idolized him. After last night, she just can't believe that they're officially one in every freaking way! And the way they ended up venting followed by confession and their love. It all seemed like a fairy tale come true.
Her hand reached up to his cheek caressing his beard as she was looking at him from the mirror ahead of her.
He placed an open mouthed kiss at the junction of her neck and shoulder making her shiver, he continued to suck that spot and she almost buckled her knees.
He turned her around and made her sit on the counter holding her by the waist.
R: Are you sore?
Silence
She didn't want to lie nor did she want to tell her the truth.
R: kaash yaha koi bath tub hota
P: I'm alright
R: ek baat puchu?
P: hmmm?
R: You know that you could have said no and I would have stopped. Then why?
