We say it's all destiny's play !
what will happen when, destiny has planned, to collide two different souls..... and unite them as 'soulmates', to make them path of eachother.....
"Zariya" of eachother......
it's a love story !
~ and he played me like, I was his most trained instrument ~
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Heard of the word Passion ? Passion is wild, feral, untameable. It is fierce. It fuels the energy of your need and burns what's in you, keeping you alive than ever and letting you know the heat it fabricates in you. That's how passion is and when that burns with the desire and love, it intensifies.
It turns smoldering hot to even deny. It burns through you each time. Burning everything in you for things you deeply crave. Your heart and mind- through your veins and blood. It burns you alive just to make you livelier with the desire of love, desire to love the one you love.
Similar is lust, as strong and powerful desire as passion is. It's from the depth of your souls, from the corner of your hearts and the whole of your body. It makes you year for the heat of the body, for the passion it has always felt from the moment it has met it's companion. And the moment it finds the spark you can't deny it. That's how strong it is. As strong as birth and death, as strong as life and love.
It's no different now, when Karan's darkened in lust pupil clashes with her amber and dilated ones, it's even stronger. The desire, the thirst; the thirst of souls. It's too strong that blinking his eyes from the view of her, his wife, at this points seems to be a sin.
The desire burning in his eyes to pull her closer, press his body against her bare, naked ones discarding any barriers, to feel the heat,own her wholely, to feel each inch of her against his. It is soo strong like a hurricane and wild like wildfire, that it scares him. It would scare anyone at this point.
His eyes never part from her through the mirror while she free herself off the jewellery. It's like there's nowhere he can look other than her. Each of her movement. Her eyes, her lips, her hands taking them off and giving a better view of her chest.
His eyes gets fixed on her back, the deep back red blouse she wore giving a good view of her soft pale skin. He wanted to pull the golden strings that held the piece against her and let it fall free on the ground while he pressed his face against her silk like skin, moving his hand to her slender waist.
"Karan..." She called out, bringing him out of his erotic world. It was too painful these days having her around. "Hmm ?" He crooned, walking across their room to her.
"I need your help with this." He gazed the necklace she was eyeing. He noded his head and took his stand behind her to help her out of it. As his hand moved to the chain, buf his eyes never ready to leave her neck, and it's curves and finding himself hardening at the little glimpse of her cleavage that displayed. "Hogaya", she said making him look back to her face.
She held the now removed necklace in her hands showing him it was done. He nodded his head looking down and leaving a painful breath. It was too hard. It's becoming too hard to control himself.
