Two broken souls: Adaa and Vishrut
They find themselves getting attracted to each other, but neither one is willing to get married and settle. But the situation led to being engaged.
Will they be able to survive with only lust, or they will fall i...
His expression was worth all the efforts I had put into getting ready and all the waiting. The way his eyes widen taking all of me in. Taking this as a chance I also take in his appearance, the way his white shirt and Pancha elevated his body, his features.
The noise of clearing throats snapped out of my thoughts, with a light nudge Leela pushed me inside which made the milk in my handshake. "You have all the time till morning, don't waste your time here", she said winking. Which in turn made Vishu's ears red with blush.
All this feels so unreal, like out of fantasy, out of books that I read. I can feel the air getting tense between us, his eyes boring into mine, my hands between us holding a glass of milk. The desire in his eyes ignited the fire with me, the air surrounding us turned thick, passion and hunger lingering.
His hand touched the bottom of the glass lifting it up to my mouth and raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, indicating me to drink. I took a small sip of milk making sure not to interrupt the eye contact.
His fingers touched mine sending an electric shock, the glass shifted to his hands. holding the gaze the glass touched his lips just the place where my lips touched the glass. The whole moment felt so intimate, something that was just ours.
After drinking the whole milk without breaking eye contact, he looped his hands around my waist pulling me into his warm embrace. It felt so cozy, so serene, so enchanting and comforting.
"Do you even know how alluring you look? with this white saree wrapped around you enticing your every curve", his voice is just above whisper, and husky. his nose ran along the nerves of my neck inhaling my scent, the tingling sensation made my knees weak, my skin became 10 times more sensitive. He forwarded, I took a back step, he took another, I took another, not leaving a moment of losing in each other's eyes till I was stopped by the wall on the back and dressing table at my left side.
He kept the glass on the dressing table. His fingers trace along my left hand, leaving a trail of goosebumps all over my body. His hands worked on removing my earrings. "The jasmine in your hair making my mind dizzy with pleasure, my mind going crazy with the thought of having you, with me, under me, beside me, on me.", his lips touched my earlobe after removing the earring.
"Whenever I see this " he pointed to my necklace and continued "I want to replace it with my hands.", his lips left light feathery kisses on the area where he removed my necklace. "Do you have any pins in your hair?", He asked to which I nodded my heading pointing to the small clutch holding the flowers.
"Nah! not that clutch, I want the flowers to crash under you when I take you, I want their smell on you hair so that they can remind me whole night the activities we did.", His words felt so raw, that made my breath uneven.
His hands took my hands slowly removing the bangles, not breaking them or hurting me. His gentle kisses and velvety touches made my heart skip a beat.
I was left in my saree, nuptial chain, bangles, anklets, and our engagement ring that he made me wear the day he proposed to me under the tree. "You ready?", I couldn't help but nod. His thumb traced my lips, his forehead touching mine, eyes closed trying to control the ragged breathing.
I was dying for his lips to devour mine, his hands to explore my body, and his eyes to drown in mine while I mark him with my nails, and wrap him in my arms. There would be only us in the sacred silence intertwining our souls, Bound in a silent whisper of shared destiny.
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