Aadrika yearns for the love of Tathya writing this on a scroll:
In the quiet sanctuary of my heart, a serene pond yearns for your celestial presence; you, the moon, cast your luminous reflection upon its tranquil surface. Only when fate itself deigns to observe this sacred water, does the shimmering visage of the moon reveal itself, for in this divine choreography, the moon and stars are eternally mine.
That morning:
On this serene morning, Tathya and Aadrika sit entwined in the hot tub, cocooned in a realm of warmth and tranquility. The gentle bubbles of the water caress their skin as Tathya's hands explore Aadrika’s shoulders with the utmost tenderness, tracing slow, deliberate patterns that convey a depth of affection. Aadrika rests her back on Tathya’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat through the soothing embrace of the water. Her fingers softly glide over his arm, each touch a delicate expression of her love. He kisses the curve of her neck and the edge of her ear as her delicate moans fills the misty air around them. His hand snakes to reach for her throat as he draws her in the most tender kiss. As they kiss he reaches for her breasts encapsulating them in the tender warmth of his hands. She feels safe. The steam rises around them, mingling with their intimate exchanges—soft kisses and lingering glances—creating a serene atmosphere where each caress and touch deepens their connection.
In this surreal morning, Tathya’s soul yearns to touch Aadrika with an ardor reminiscent of the morning dew that tenderly graces the expectant leaves. Just as these crystalline droplets descend with a celestial grace upon the verdant foliage, quenching their thirst with an ethereal caress, so does Tathya’s longing wish to bestow upon Aadrika a touch imbued with divine reverence and delicate affection.
Before them, the morning light unfurls like a lover’s tender caress, its golden tendrils stretching out to kiss the eager faces of sunflowers. The flowers, their petals stretching in hopeful anticipation, receive the sun’s embrace with an almost sacred fervor, their very beings resonating with the promise of the day. It is with this same fervent passion that Tathya’s desire reaches out to Aadrika, each movement and glance imbued with a profound intensity, as if the dawn itself conspired to unite their souls.
As the rain begins to fall, its descent is a slow, deliberate ballet, each drop a hymn of devotion to the restless earth. The soil, eager and yearning, drinks in the rain with an insatiable thirst, each droplet a testament to nature’s ceaseless dance of giving and receiving. This symphony of rainfall, tender and relentless, mirrors Tathya’s own fervent aspiration to touch Aadrika—not merely with the physicality of a gesture but with an encompassing devotion that mirrors the earth’s longing for rain.
The scene unfolds like a grand, living tapestry, where every element of nature seems to collaborate in this dance of devotion. Tathya’s every touch, every look, becomes part of a larger, almost cosmic rhythm, one that seeks to convey the depth of feeling and the purity of intention. This touch is not just a meeting of skin but a confluence of souls, an expression of a yearning as boundless as the heavens themselves.
In this intricate play of light, rain, and tender touches, Tathya’s desire becomes an echo of nature’s most profound expressions of love and longing. Each gesture towards Aadrika is a manifestation of a deeper, almost sacred connection, one that seeks to harmonize with the timeless rhythms of the natural world. It is a touch that speaks of a longing as ancient and enduring as the dawn itself, a touch that seeks to unite two souls in a dance as old as time.
As Tathya’s fingers lightly traced Aadrika’s shoulders clearing her hair from there, he pressed his lips on her dewy skin, tasting her warmth, she gasped as he kissed her tender, sending down ripples of sensations across her being, time seemed to stand still, leaving only their intimate connection. His touch was a gentle, deliberate caress that sent warm ripples across her body. Each delicate stroke stirred a series of shivers, making her heart race with a blend of excitement and desire. The soft sensation of his hand on her skin was a tender expression of love, evoking a deep, responsive warmth that wrapped her slowly and completely. He placed his palm on her inner thigh waiting for her approval for which she moaned and turned to look at him longing to be touched. He parted her quivering core and slowly inserted a finger as she gasped, throwing her head back. She moaned as his fingers stroked her naked core, her body humming with unknown sensations and contrasts. Her heart raced as the pad of his thumb rubbed her stiff nub. Her eyes welled with tears and sensations built threatening to explode. He held her close as he pleasured her, whispering loving words into her. She reached her peak as her body tightened and her back arched against his. Her face adjacent to his. She kissed him with all the passion her body could muster as he made her climax. Her body shuddered and she felt as though she scattered into a thousand pieces as she came.
They lay in an embrace on their ornate wooden bed and Tathya looking at her with eyes that spoke without words.
They share a tender kiss as they cuddle.
“Do you ever feel like even though we're together, there's a distance between us?” Aadrika asked, her eyes searching for an understanding.
“What do you mean my beloved? We’re here, right now, sharing this moment,” Tathya replied, glancing at her deeply.
“Yes, but sometimes I feel this longing, this need to embark on a journey to find my way back to you, even though you’re right beside me, some times I feel like there is more, beyond this feeling and like what is happening around me doesn't match the intensity of my feelings for you, like there is still a part of you that I have no access to. It is like going on a pilgrimage with God.” Aadrika continued, her voice tinged with a wistful tone.
“I see. It’s like an inner journey one must take, despite the physical closeness,” Tathya observed, leaning in to grasp the depth of her words.
“Exactly. It’s as if my heart has to travel through time and space to reach you, even when we’re living in the same moment,” Aadrika said, her gaze distant as she contemplated the paradox.
“Ah, I understand now. You’re speaking of a deeper connection, one that transcends our physical presence. It’s about finding that true essence of ‘us’ beyond the everyday,” Tathya remarked, a spark of insight lighting up his eyes.
“Yes, that’s what I’m trying to express. There are times when the tangible world feels too close, and I need to search within myself to reconnect with the depth of our bond,” Aadrika explained, a gentle smile forming on her lips.
“So, you’re saying that the journey we feel we need to take is actually a path leading us deeper into our unity?” Tathya inquired, a sense of relief coloring his voice.
“Precisely. Our lives are woven together in a way that surpasses the physical realm. Every step we take in this journey is a step back to the core of our shared essence,” Aadrika affirmed, her voice steady with conviction.
“That’s a comforting thought. It means that no matter how far I feel I'm drifting, I’m always moving towards you, towards us,” Tathya said, his heart easing at the realization.
“Yes, my love. And remember, this journey of ours is not about separation but about a deeper understanding. As you seek within yourself, you’re actually embracing our bond more fully,” Aadrika assured, her hand reaching out to hold his.
“It’s beautiful to think of it that way. Even when I’m longing for you, it’s a part of our togetherness,” Tathya mused, his voice soft and reflective.
“Exactly. Our connection is a living, breathing entity, ever-present in the quiet moments and the loud ones. Even in our moments of longing, we are drawn closer to the heart of what we share,” Aadrika said, her eyes filled with warmth.
“Thank you for helping me see it this way. It makes the journey feel more like a dance than a distance,” Tathya replied, his expression brightening with newfound clarity.
“I’m glad. Remember, every moment of our journey is a celebration of our unity. We are always here, in each other’s hearts, no matter where our path takes us,” Aadrika promised, her voice full of reassurance.
“And that’s what makes it all so beautiful—knowing that every step I take is a step closer to you, even if it feels like I’m wandering,” Tathya said, his heart swelling with gratitude.
“Indeed. We live in each other’s souls, in every heartbeat and every sigh. You never have to truly be away from me; we’re always together in the essence of who we are,” Aadrika concluded, her embrace conveying the depth of her love.
