Running from Him by YH Yohi

Chapter 35: Fate or not?

Oddly enough, Arin's birth registration was traced all the way back to a tiny village on an island on the east coast. It was an underdeveloped and scarcely populated region, far from the main city. Out of the many options to cover a secret birth, going so far seemed unnecessary and futile.

The elderly couple didn't question Pari about her sudden outing, they kindly packed a sandwich and wished her a safe trip. Perhaps, as it is rightly said, serene environments make serene people. Pari couldn't help but feel a little envious of the calm life and relationship the elderly couple had. True, the trials and tribulations of their youth was not known, but if it ends like this, would it all be worth it?

Pari cleared her head of such useless thoughts. The train journey took longer than expected but lucky she didn't have to wait long for the small flimsy boat with a handful of locals with wooden buckets of local produce. Their prying eyes made Pari uncomfortable but there wasn't much she could do; she sighed as the journey was barely half-way done and she already felt like giving up and lazily floating about the waters like the boat she sat on.

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She slept on top of him as she always did. Sandwiched between him and the heavy covers. Pressed against him, he could feel her steady breathing as she drifted off, her fingers lightly intertwined with his. She wasn't fully asleep but lay quietly upon him. She always this position would suffocate him, but he liked it that way.

His hand that rested on her lower back slowly it cupped her butt before resting on her upper thigh which he gently squeezed. Unintentionally, she let a small moan escape. He gazed down at her face and saw small tinges of red cherry her cheeks. That's all it took.

He moved skillfully under the covers; both his hands cupped her butt and pushed her slightly higher till her head rested at the nape of his neck. She shyly resisted barely having any effect on him. He moved quickly, disturbing her as less as he could.

Suddenly, she felt something hard in between her legs pressing against her inner most regions. It was wet and warm and tried to push against the wedge, deeper into her. She propped herself on her hands against his chest trying to break from his grasp 'Noooo' she whined. All he did was smirk, straightened his head for a quick peck on her head 'Yes' said he.

She felt one of his fingers lift the wettest region of her panty and touched her lady-parts with his hard member. She could feel the panty suspended on his tip like a tent. This only pulled it harder against her skin, digging into her intimate regions, turning her on. She could feel something sticky everywhere he touched as he rubbed his member in between her but which he held close to one another.

The air grew hotter, and the action intensified, he moved back resting his head against the bedrest, now he could see her face clearly as she arched her torso against his. He leaned in her a deep kiss, his tongue playing with hers. But as this went on, the slipperiness caused his tip to suddenly enter her.

"Ah!" shocked she glared at him in an accusatory manner, but it didn't help. Perhaps it did the opposite. His hands that cupped her butts closer together, pulled them apart. She felt air suddenly pervade her most sensitive regions and in it went. It felt warm and soft inside her, he throbbed harder as she went in and out of her in a faster rhythm. He bit the crook of her neck as he continued until he finally cummed.

"Enough" she breathed out, as her head rested on his shoulder in exhaustion.

"No love, not until you have your fun too" before she could protest. It got hard again...

"Arin...Arin!" suddenly a man's voice shattered the scene. A rude awakening, Arin suddenly woke up startled. Taren stood in front of him, worried. Arin had fallen asleep in his study, leaning back on his chair as his legs propped up on the desk. He looked into the distance as if done by habit, and at the other end of the large study was a beautiful image of Pari, her eyes squinted in joy and lips parted as if in midst of laughter as she held onto a flimsy single stem of a flower. 

It was taken when they first started dating, when Arin hadn't yet realized the weight, she would have in his life. The flower he lazily plucked from a sideroad didn't mean much, but seeing her face lit up gave it more importance than it ever had. Taren didn't have to look behind to know what Arin's eye was fixated on. The best psychiatrists were of no help, all they could suggest was to let Arin mourn to his heart's content, he'll eventually forget they said. But his obsession only grew deeper by the day. 

His likes-dislikes, hobbies & habits changed. He began eating spicier food in contrast to the bland diet he religiously followed. His clothes seemed brighter; he picked up more books to read than he had ever done. The only string that tied these changes was Pari- these her what she did. It was as if, Pari had become a part of Arin, a very deep part of him, slowly engulfing him whole. Seeing Taren deep in thought, Arin already knew what ran in his mind.

"You know Taren, I always spoke about possessive Pari, controlling her every action, making her completely mine but...she did that to me and I don't hate it, not one bit" Arin spoke solemnly with a small smile as if reminiscing the fond memories of the past.

"Why don't you go out a bit Arin?" Taren wanted to get him out of the house, every wall and corner of the building had Pari one way or another, of course, Pari herself lay resting in Arin's room. For months, no one could get him out of the house, away from Pari. Work was handled virtually but even then, Arin slowly withdrew himself from it, only attending the most important meetings. It was as if he no longer cared for the post, he shed blood and tears for.

"I'll stay here, even Omar. We won't let a single soul walk in here, I'll guard Madam, just go out for a bit won't you?" Nothing in reply, as if Arin didn't even want to consider it. "How about visiting aunty? You haven't visited her in months, she won't be happy. At least talk to her about Pari, maybe you'll find what you are looking for?"

"And what am I looking for Taren? What else but Pari?!" Arin bellowed, his eyes watery.

"Just go Arin, you can't turn a blind eye against aunty, after all she did for you. Just a day, at least spare her just one day" Taren pleaded. Very few people had a place in Arin's heart, and aunty was one of them. He hoped meeting her would at least do some good for him, whatever that may be. Arin finally relented "Yes, I owe her at least that much".

He instructed high security across the property and locked his room where his beloved slept. No noise, no disturbance was permitted, it would disturb Pari he said. No one dared to argue against his words that seemed crazy to some, after all who dare go against Arin. Perhaps the only walking person who defied and challenged Arin at every turn, was none other than his woman, Pari.

With all in place and with one last goodbye to his love, Arin left alone to a faraway place. His heart pained again; it was the first time leaving her side since that night. The only thought in Arin's mind as he dashed off into the dawn was to make it back home by night.

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Fate, luck, coincidence. Had the chance meeting not happened, would their lives truly have been different. A friend of mine, once said luck is doing something enough times, till something good happens. We cross paths with hundreds of people each day and cross them repeatedly. Pari and Arin and even the ones in our lives were mere voyagers who happened to pass one another, but whether we accept it or not, one's will to hold on has a role in making and sustaining relations, no matter how small it is. 

Pari's thoughts are valid, would life have been different without the fateful encounter? Do must it truly all-fate? As many chances they were of meeting one another, there were chances of leaving one another. But they both held on, just as we all do in our lives.