Parivara: Story of a Family

16 : In the Dark

Warning: Mature Content

While Rakesh comforted Divya and calmed his own nerves, Abhay walked away from that area and found another dark place for himself. He paced around, kicking at the ground and cursing himself. He didn't mean to go that far, to touch her to the point where he almost... Ugh! He felt so stupid!

He was just so mad from the fight with Payal the day before, and when Divya had spoken back at him like that, he'd snapped. He was just so angry. And it wasn't just the fight with Payal.

It was the distance from Payal. Since the fight in the bathing chambers, he'd avoided her at all costs, and it was driving him insane. He needed to see her, talk to her, feel her beside him, or he would lose his mind. No one had ever had this effect on Abhay. Payal challenged him, and it made him want to be better, at everything.

Especially love. Before Divya, Abhay had never made love to a woman. And with Divya, it was nothing special. They did only what needed to be done to conceive a child. He'd never even kissed her on her lips! Abhay had never bothered to be romantic and passionate. He'd never felt the need to do so, because he felt emotions were a waste of time.

But Payal changed him. It was as if the cold exterior he'd built up around him all his life was slowly melting away. Payal had the power to melt his icy heart, and it both terrified and invigorated him.

Abhay finally calmed his nerves down and straightened himself up. He couldn't allow anyone to see he'd been kicking around at dirt and pulling his hair in frustration. He put on his regular straight face, and marched back into the dinner hall. But he was only able to feign interest in anything for so long. This dinner was just like every other dinner, and he just felt sick of it. He'd had his fill for the night, so he excused himself and made his way to his bedchambers.

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Payal was lying on the bed, waiting. She was in a simple sari with her hair open and fanned out, trying to look cool and nonchalant, but her nerves were getting the best of her. She could feel the anticipation pricking her all over her body, and it only made her restless.

The second she'd heard Abhay say he didn't want Divya as much as Divya didn't want him, Payal knew it was only her he wanted. Only she could satisfy him and his needs, and until he had her he couldn't go on. Then she realized, she felt the same way. He'd spurred a longing inside of her that only he could fulfill, and she had to answer that longing before it took complete control over her. Social consequences and the like no longer bothered her. She had what she wanted and what she needed: Abhay. As long as they felt the same way for each other, nothing could go wrong. Her king would look after her. Her king, now and forever; she knew it in her soul.

Finally, she heard the footsteps she'd been waiting for. She turned her head to the entrance, still lying down, and watched as Abhay entered his bedchambers. The room was dark except for one little candle Payal had brought with her, but Abhay spotted her immediately. He stopped in his tracks and stared at her lying there, a confused expression on his face until he slowly began to realize what was happening.

Payal sat up on the edge of the bed and picked her candle up. Then she slowly stood up and sauntered over to stand in front of Abhay. His eyes followed her every move, his face tense and unchanging. Payal stopped inches away from him and brought the candle up to her lips. She blew it out with one purse of her lips, and whispered through the dark to him, "I'm not afraid of anything."

That's all she had to say for him to understand. Abhay grabbed her and roughly brought his face down to hers, taking her lips prisoner. Payal dropped the unlit candle to the floor and it clattered loudly in the dark, but they barely heard. Their lips were intertwined passionately, grabbing and holding on to each other while their bodies were pressed as physically close to each other as they could be.

Payal grabbed the collar of Abhay's dressing gown and ripped the gown open, buttons flying every which way. Abhay took what was left of it off, dropping it mercilessly on the floor before turning her around so her back was to him. He untied the strings that were holding her kurti (blouse) together, and dropped that to floor as well. Then he turned her back around and grabbed her again, their bare upper bodies smashed against each other while their lips connected again.

He began to unravel her sari, until she was left completely nude before him. He kissed her neck and shoulders, made a line of kisses down her stomach, and then kissed her in the spot between her legs. He'd never done this before, but she couldn't tell as her body was taken away to a paradise of ecstasy. She gasped as he did his work, feeling things she'd never felt before in places she didn't know they could be felt. Abhay heard her gasp of pleasure, and it only heightened his own.

He stood up, picking her up at the same time, and carried her over to the bed. He dropped her ungracefully onto it, getting as quickly out of his shalwar (loose pants) as he could. Then he dropped over her on the bed, and then into her, and then they both only saw red. The red of the passion that was taking over their bodies, creating this almost animal-like savagery that was claiming them its prisoners. They were both giving in to their cravings, and it was sweet and sinful at the same time, a perfect mixture of desire and danger.