KATHA

28 KATHA - HEDONISTIC. CONSENSUAL.

Song - Zara Zara by Bombay Jayashri.
It's different from the Retro Bollywood I usually go with but.... I am madly in love with this song. *Cries in Zara Zara*

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I yelped and my whimper was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed me roughly. Punishingly. As if I was the reason for his agony or whatever battles he was fighting that night. I tried my best to hold him together, my lips matching his pace. Heat coursed along my bloodstream, igniting a vortex of sensations that danced to the symphony of pain and pleasure. I could feel every hair getting pulled as his tongue glided against mine, as our teeth clashed, as desire melted in my mouth, and shot straight between my thighs. I moaned and dug my fingernails into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood which earned me a breathy groan and his other hand wrapped around my waist pulled me closer to his bare body.

It felt like ages when he pulled away and yet it felt like it was over too soon. I was breathless and so was he when he let go of my hair and wrapped that hand around my waist as well before resting his forehead against mine with his eyes closed. My back arched a little and my hands went into his hair, fingers gently running through the voluminous strands.

"It's okay." I whispered. "We're okay." He just held me tighter.

"Now, go clean you son of a bastard. You're covered in someone else's blood and you stink."

It was a soft chuckle, barely audible, as he let go of me and gently pushed me away a little. I already had dinner ready so I rushed to my room to take a quick bath because I could smell blood on myself. Once done, dressed in a soft pink cotton saree, my hair damp, I rushed to the kitchen to set dinner for us.

We ate in silence as Ek Ajnabee Haseena Se by Kishore Kumar and R. D. Burman escaped the radio.

With every stolen glance and unspoken word, the question lingered on the tip of my tongue. What happened ? What was the reason for the shadows that haunted his eyes ? I wanted to know, to understand what had shattered his composure, what had driven him out of his element. But I remained silent because I knew what it was like. What it felt like to carry secrets, to bear the burden of darkness and still keep going. In the silent moments between us, as our hearts beat in tandem, I realised how deep our connection went. I understood him. And he understood me.

Done with my food, I caught him licking the small bowl of Dal clean. He ate every last bit of food off the plate and that was compliment enough. A smile tugged my lips as I got up and took my plate to the kitchen. He followed suit.

He copied everything I did like a child. From washing my dishes to setting them on the shelves. My heart kept blooming roses of warmth that turned into a wildfire as I walked towards the bedroom. I moved toward the window to turn on the radio and the wildfire turned into a goddamn volcanic eruption. Molten desire consumed me when I felt him right behind. The intensity of the tension between us was too much to bear there in my personal space, I ached to release it.

Aise Na Mujhe by Kishore Kumar and R. D. Burman filled the dark room. I internally pouted for I really liked the song and it was almost over.

With a racing heartbeat and wayward temptations, I turned to face him only to be pushed against the window and kissed. He kissed me softly, so in contrast to the one he'd blessed me with earlier. I melted into him, my knees weak, and heart thundering.

He ran his hands through my hair gently and whispered against my lips, "I'm sorry, Little gazelle."

"Oh I didn't hear you apologizing when you did that while screwing my mouth like a little creep." As his other hand unpinned the drape of my saree, his lips moved down to my neck. His manner gentle, so unlike the man who'd haunted my nights and tested my limits, unlike the man who'd rekindled the fire and unleashed that storm of lust, want, and need within the confines of everything that I was. I was dancing with the storm as it began pushing me towards the edge.

"It was different. You know that. I had no reason to behave like I did earlier."

"And you're apologizing like this ? Are you trying to bribe me into forgiving you ? Making up for the barbarian behaviour ?"

"Is it working ?"

"Of course it is, you swine. But really... It's okay, Kiki. Besides, I stabbed you through the ribs so I guess we're even." I gasped when he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

"No... I deserved that. Honestly, it would've been disappointing if you didn't put me in line with that one. But you... You did not. You deserve to be treated no less than a Queen and I'll treat you as such. The only pain I'll ever inflict upon you would be hedonistic. Consensual. I'll never do anything that I feel like you really do not want me to do. I'm really sorry, baby, it'll never happen again."

The only pain I'll ever inflict upon you would be hedonistic.

My bloodstream was on fire and my heart pumped molten desires that coursed through my veins and settled deep within my core, my very being humming and aching for release. I was falling for this man and I was falling hard. It was awakening.

"Kiki, relax. You have nothing to apologise for. I'd chop your hands off if you ever hurt me. I know your emotions are all over the place. And if it makes you feel better, You can give me some reward time to make up for it."

He lifted his head up and looked at me with wide eyes and parted lips. Then he caressed my lower lip with the pad of his thumb, utmost affection in those mismatched eyes.

"You and that little mouth of yours, I swear to Goddess, will be the death of me. How do you do this ? Your fearless words, your unapologetic spirit. In this world where women are expected to be shy and demure, My Little gazelle, you stand out like a beacon of light."

I once was. A shy, demure, innocent girl before a pack of monsters stole it from me in the dark of the night. They stole everything from me and my baby sister.

Zara Zara by Bombay Jayashri floated from the radio and took over my ears. I was so glad I'd turned the radio on in time, that song had my heart.

My smile softened and I met his gaze with a rare vulnerability. I did not deserve this man. "Just a way to carve out a space for myself. I'd be damned if I let some men with grey hair and pot bellies tell me where my boundaries lay and how I should behave within them."

"And you've done that beautifully, Love. You've claimed your space. In this world. In my heart... Goddess, you're everywhere, Little gazelle. I close my eyes and I see you, I open them and I see you. I've never been so much in love with my life. And I'm glad it's you."

"I... I feel the same, Kalki. You're in my days, in every shade of the sunset, in the shadows of my nights, you're in every thought I process, hell... You're in every breath I take. All of you. Kalki and Rajas. And I'm so glad it's you."

With that he claimed my lips and I realised how truthful my words were. He was everywhere within me.

My back arched to meet him and he gripped my hips hard enough to hurt.

I moaned.

Hedonistic pain. It made a hell lot of a sense.

"Needy, Little gazelle. What do you want, hmm ?"

When I didn't answer, he put me down and making some space between us, he gripped my hips to keep me in place. I was still fighting his grip, my hands desparately trying to pull him closer but he just stood there unmoving. I groaned in frustration. With one hand, he grabbed my hair, tilting my head back and away from him.

"What. Do. You. Want ?"

"You. Goddess... I need you, Kalki... Rajas, Please..."

"Do you want to touch me ? Do you want me to touch you ?"

"Yes," I frantically nodded my head. It was almost comical.

"You handled me so prettily, baby. You deserve to be rewarded but you love the punishments. Greedy, dirty, Little gazelle hmm ? Tell me what you want again ?"

"Both. I want you to give me both. Now, Kalki."

He took a step back, leaving me hot and cold against the wall. My arms shot out, and I was seconds away from pouncing on him.

"Kal--"

"Get on your knees."