MY MOON

CHAPTER 9: ALEX

As I made my way to the hall, a whirlwind of thoughts swirled in my mind. I couldn't believe I was about to attend a dance, especially one filled with Hindi songs that I had no clue about. The whole concept of an Indian marriage seemed foreign to me, and I couldn't help but wonder why Elizabeth had insisted on incorporating it into her wedding festivities.

As I entered the hall, I was greeted by a scene of overly bright colour decoration. Everything was lavish and flashy, the air filled with the sounds of laughter and music. Despite my reservations, I had to admit that Alya had done an incredible job organizing the event. Everyone around me seemed to be swept up in the excitement, throwing their hands in the air and moving to the rhythm of the music.

But as I looked around, my gaze landed on Alya, and suddenly, everything else faded into the background. She stood out like a beacon of light in a sea of people, dressed in a stunning pink lehenga with her hair cascading in curls down to her waist. She looked ethereal, like a vision straight out of a fairy tale.

Unable to tear my eyes away, I found myself drawn to her, mesmerized by the way she moved gracefully across the dance floor. As she danced with her relatives, her laughter ringing out like music, I couldn't help but find her cute.

I sat across from her, watching her dance with a radiant smile on her face. Despite my reservations, despite my discomfort with the unfamiliar customs, being here to see Alya made it all worthwhile.

As I sat alone, I was startled when Alya approached me. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she suggested, "Let's get out?"

I hesitated, not wanting to spoil her fun. "No, please don't mind me. You go and have fun," I replied, attempting to brush off her concern.

But Alya was persistent. "Nah, for real, even I'm bored with these relatives. Let's get out. It's about to rain, so let's have some fun in the rain!" she exclaimed, her excitement contagious.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. "Alya, rain and me?" I teased, knowing full well that I was anything but adventurous.

"Oh, come on!" she insisted, grabbing my hand and pulling me along as we made our way out of the palace.

As we stepped outside, the wind picked up, and ominous clouds loomed overhead. Droplets of rain began to fall, slowly at first, then steadily increasing in intensity. Before we knew it, it was pouring down in sheets, drenching us both to the bone.

Laughing, Alya and I ran for cover, seeking shelter from the deluge. But as I stole a glance at her, I couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before me. Her clothes clung to her body, soaked through by the rain, and her hair, soaked through by the rain, hung in damp strands around her face, framing it in a halo of curls. Despite the wetness, there was a wildness to her appearance, a raw, untamed beauty that took my breath away.

In that moment, Alya was more than just beautiful—she was captivating, a force of nature unto herself. And as I looked at her, all wet and glistening in the rain, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, a longing to hold her close and never let her go.

As Alya's voice broke through my reverie, I blinked, momentarily caught off guard by her sudden request. "Let's dance," she urged, her eyes alight with excitement.

"You said you wouldn't force me," I reminded her, my tone tinged with apprehension.

Alya shook her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I said in front of everyone," she clarified, her gaze softening as she looked at me with pleading eyes. "Come on, just one dance, and then we can head back to the room for real," she urged, her voice tinged with anticipation.

"Fine," I agreed, knowing that I couldn't resist her puppy-dog eyes.

She wasted no time in selecting a song, the melody filling the air and setting the mood for our impromptu dance. As the music swelled around us, Alya pulled me into the rain, her hand warm and inviting in mine.

We moved together in perfect harmony, the rhythm of the music guiding our steps as we twirled and spun beneath the stormy sky. The rain fell around us in a steady rhythm, soaking us to the bone, but neither of us seemed to care as we lost ourselves in the moment.

Alya's touch was electric, sending sparks of warmth coursing through my veins with every brush of her hand against mine. Her laughter echoed in the air, a joyful melody that blended seamlessly with the music, and I couldn't help but be swept away by her infectious energy.

As we danced in the rain, the world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of us, moving in sync under the stormy sky. Our bodies drew closer and closer until I could feel Alya's breath mingling with mine, each exhale a warm whisper against my skin. The heat between us was palpable, every nerve ending alive with the desire that crackled in the air.

We were so close, our faces mere inches apart, and I could see the longing in her eyes, mirrored by my own. Her lips, full and inviting, beckoned to me, and I felt an almost irresistible urge to close the gap and taste her sweetness. Her lips looked so plump, so ready to be kissed, and I could feel every ounce of my being urging me to give in to the moment.

I lifted my hand to her face, gently brushing a wet strand of hair away from her eyes. She closed her eyes, her breath hitching slightly, and leaned into my touch. The invitation was clear, her desire as potent as mine. I pulled her closer, our breaths mingling, the electricity between us intensifying. Every part of me screamed to kiss her, to lose myself in her completely.

But just as I was about to surrender to the temptation, I pulled back. I let her go, feeling the weight of the moment hang heavy between us. Alya's eyes flew open, and the confusion and disappointment were evident in her gaze.

"Let's head back to the room?" I asked, my voice strained as I struggled to regain my composure.

"Now? Oo..Okay! ," she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of surprise and bewilderment.

We walked back to our rooms in silence, the tension between us thick and almost suffocating. Every step was a battle to keep my hands to myself, to resist the overwhelming urge to slam to her against the wall, to kiss her and taste her.

Once I came inside my room, I immediately headed for the bathroom. As the water poured over me, I tried to wash away the lingering heat of her touch, the memory of her breath against my skin, and the overwhelming desire that had threatened to consume me. But no matter how hot the water or how long I stood under the stream, the image of Alya—wet, beautiful, and so incredibly close—remained seared into my mind.

As the water cascaded over me, I couldn't shake the memory of how her body had felt pressed against mine, the way her curves fit perfectly into the contours of my frame. Her scent, a mix of rain and something uniquely Alya, making it hard to think of anything else. The sensation of her wet dress clinging to her skin, revealing just enough to drive me wild, played over and over in my mind.

The memory of her breath, plump lips, was almost unbearable. The way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the look in her eyes that screamed for me to kiss her—everything about the moment was a perfect.

As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I knew that tonight's dance had changed something between us. The question was whether we could ever go back to the way things were, or if this unspoken desire would continue to pull us closer, threatening to consume us both.