So this SS is special.
One of my most favs.
Unfortunately i have been so unfair to this one, I've left it hanging twice.
It still is one of my most favs, its closest to my heart!
A story about the passion between two strangers, which ultimately lea...
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I need her. Now.
He muttered to himself putting the glass down in frustration as the alcohol burned his throat. He looked at the clock, it was just past 12.30 AM. Would she be asleep at his hour.? His mind immediately answered a yes, the logical side. The desperate side countered back. does he really care.? No. The only thing he cared about was, he needed her. Grabbing the keys that recklessly lay on the side table with the alcohol bottle clutched in his hand he stormed out of the guest house towards his car. It was pouring down as he sat in his car drenched and zoomed towards the one corner of the hill station which was his peace over the past 2 days.
The clad of the thunder roared through the emptiness of the room as she flipped through another page of the book with the dim light of the candles lightening up the room. As the sound of the tires screeching to a halt reached her ears she looked out the window only to see the rain pouring down endlessly. A part of her knew the sound of the tires, it could only be him at this hour. Before she could even walk up to the stairs, the door bell rang girdled though the silence of the house.
She opened the door to find him leaning against the frame sipping the drink off the bottle drenched from head to toe. The water droplets tricked down his face caressing his alluring stubble, down his clenched and firm jaw. It made her throat go dry.
I need you. Now.
Was the only thing he said as he marched into the house. She closed the door and turned around to find him looking at her with hungry eyes.
Then you have me.
She said as she walked upto him taking the bottle off his hand and pressing her lips onto his wet ones. And it just the beginning for all that he did was grabbed her by her waist and rammed his lips deeper into hers.
Deeper....
Deeper.....
Deeper...
FUCK!
He groaned as he fell on her coming off the edge and burying himself into her curves. He could feel her breathing against his cheeks as her chest went up and down. What was it about her.? How much he had tried to not think of her, he had ended up doing what he had wanted to the moment he had laid his eyes on her. Drenched in the rain, standing on the abandoned road of Simla exactly 4 days back. That one look of her was enough to pull him in, all he thought of was her the entire day. And now he lay here with her, naked..both physically and soulfully.
You make me forget her.
He mumbled against her skin his fingers playing with her curves.
You make me feel wanted.
She replied closing her eyes as his lips replaced his fingers and the warmth of his lips took over. It was the feel of him inside her, his skin touching hers which was all she could remember in the 3 days he had been with her. She hadn't realized when he had started moving again until his teeth nipped at her skin making her close her pull him closer. The ecstasy was endless.
The chilliness of the morning seeped through the room as the wind touched her back making her stir out of her sleep. She opened her eyes to the cloudy morning. Her eyes scanned the side next to her if he was still there. He wasn't.
As she stepped out of the bed the sheet slipping of her sore body a piece of white paper caught her eye. It was a note left by him.
Thanks for these beautiful 3 days.
I would have written my name, but may be its just best for us to know each other just the way we do. Strangers.
A smile crept up her lips as she read the word strangers. Yes they were strangers, but neither of them knew what it was between them.
You make me forger her.. his words came back to her. He was broken, like her. May be thats what it was.
Ishita smiled to herself as she walked towards the shower in contentment, there was atleast one man on this earth who needed her, wanted her. Made her feel wanted. It would always be the rainy night, the one night she had met him. Something happened between them the very moment they had met, for good or for bad neither knew. He was a stranger, but he was the first man to ever touch her soul. She closed her eyes as she felt his touches once again as she let the water run down her body. That was her place to be.
Was it lust or was it destiny which brought them together..? She just smiled as she didn't know the answer. Whatever it was, she had no regrets.
Raman stared at the sign reading " Thank you for visiting Shimla " through his rear view mirror as he drove away from it. That's it, with the board gone, she was gone too. She was a stranger, the only woman who could make him look at her after the betrayal density had thrown his way. But that was all, he knew he wasn't the man anymore a woman would be with and some where deep down he knew she knew it. They were strangers.
He didnt know her name neither had he told her his name, may be it would just be easier of them to not think of each other without knowing each other. His thoughts clouded his mind as he drove away from the fog hogging the small town, rather his memories of the place. The one place which wasn't his.
