The Weeping Stars

Honeymoon (mature content- 18+ only)

Indra brought her back to the same room. Now Isha realised how far down the room was from ground level. No wonder it smells so bad.

But the smell was not the least of her problems. The word 'honeymoon' hung like a sword over her head. What does he have in mind. 

Indra was busy switching on the lights.

'Do you know what's the best thing about this room?'

Isha bristled at his tone.

'Pray tell me. The damp or the smell'

'The darkness. It is always night here. We can hide in it, or can find each other in it'.

Isha felt a wave of sadness asail her. It did nothing to douse her anger.

'What if you find something you had never wanted in the first place. What if you hate what you find'

Indra stilled. He is never nervous, but today he was scared. The word 'hate' chilled him.

'I don't believe hatred is something we will find in this room. Disappointment maybe, hurt possibly, but never hate'

Isha gulped. Was he trying to tell her something? Next moment the doubts came crashing back.

'The whole thing is a pretence isn't it. We can also pretend none of this happened. Nitin also said your engagement to Usha is a pretence. You will break it once you have got what you wanted from her family'

Indra chuckled. 

'Dear Nitin is partially correct. My engagement to Usha is a farce. But this my sweet is real.'

He smiled dangerously.

'Remember how you once said I will not be able to prove you are married to me. Now I can. We are legally wedded. And after tonight, you will be in no doubt about who is your husband'

 A cold shiver ran through Isha. Why does he sound so angry.

Suddenly two hands grabbed her. Indra face was mere inches away. 

'Are you thinking about him now. Dear Nitin.'

Like molten lava, Indra's jealousy came pouring out. His eyes were blazing. 

'Yesterday I watched your face while you talked to him. I watched you in your sleep. You were saying his name. '

'What has gotten into you?' Isha was shaking. 

'How dare you question me, when you discarded me without a second glance'

Indra's grip tightened. 'And how much thought did you spare me when you jumped right into Nitin's arms. I was just engaged. You decided to get married to that fool'

'He is not a fool'

'He is a fool to get you out of his sight. He was a fool not to marry you the next day. He was a fool to crave what is mine. And now he pays the price'

Indra continued in a softer, dangerous tone. 

'Has he ever held you so close? Were you dreaming of him last night?'

Isha shook her heaD wordlessly. Their proximity held her frozen in excitement. 

'Did he ever kiss you? Like this' Indra firmly planted his lips on her and relentlessly pressed on with his possession.

Isha senses screamed in protest. To have him so close was a dream, but not like this. Not with so much anger and mistrust. She wrenched herself out of his hold. Both were breathing heavily.

'I don't need to justify myself to you.' She said, 'I can be with whoever I wish'

'Not anymore.' Indra's voice held stern determination. Damn, this was not going as he planned. He did not wish to fight with her. But his insecurities were making him restless. He tried a different tact.

'Can't you see you were leading him on, when your heart certainly was not with him. You would have been miserable with him and he couldn't have fared better. Running away from your problems is never good, but ruining someone's life in the process is worse.'

Isha could not believe Indra was acusing her. But deep down she knew there was truth in what he said. She did not love Nitin, and she should not have consented to a wedding.

Indra pressed on. 'A wedding is all about honesty. He deserved it, your family spdeserves it'

Isha looks at Indra with eyes full of guilt. Secretly, she was more relieved than she was going to admit. To think of spending her life with Nitin Now fills her with dread.

'Come on lets eat'

Isha jerks out of her thoughts. No paw that he mentions it, the table did have some food.

Indra loads two plates. Isha tummy growls at the sight. They finish the food silently.

'Let's watch a movie'

Indra switches the light off and both settle in a small sofa. The sofa was so small that she has to practically snuggle into him. She tried to shrink in her corner but it was impossible not to touch him. As she relaxed, she could feel his thighs pressed against her. The sides of her breast were brushing against his kurta. She was aware of every touch. It was like sitting near a fire. But the closeness does not seem to bother Indra. He drapes his arms around her.

The movie is a thriller. In the dark room, Isha scuttles closer into his warmth. The plot has her entranced so much that she does not notice Indra hands travelling to her waist. He gives a small squeeze. Isha tenses. Indra leans down and places a very wet kiss against her neck. Isha shivered. Indra's other hand settled on her breast. Isha's whole body jerked, but two very determined hand kept her in place. 

'What do you thi..'

Her protest was cut out as a very dominant mouth crushed her lips. It was forceful but not painful. Her mouth responded hungrily. Indra's hands became bolder. While his mouth drowned her protests, his hands awakened her deepest desires. Slowly he opened her blouse. Her bra followed soon after. His mouth rained kisses on her face while his hands roamed freely, kneading and moulding. He never broke eye contacted as he leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth. Isha closed her eyes in sweet surrender. 

Indra feasted on her like a hungry beast. He possessiveness became a blinding force. He wanted to claim and mark every inch of her. And he did. He left his mark on every little crease. By the time they reached the bed, all her inhibitions were gone. Both were drunk on the power of domination. If Indra had knowledge, Isha had instinct. With his guidance, Isha stared using her hand and mouth to explore his body. Later she would marvel at her audacity as she freed him of hos clothes and closed her mouth around him. She explored until  till Indra could take no more. 

He gently placed Isha on the pillows. He spread her legs gently, almost reverently. Isha held her breath as he entered her. The pain that followed was her redemption. A price to pay for love. As the pain dissappeared, came the fire. It burned and soothed. Indra was a skilled lover. But most importantly, he was a gentle lover. As the day wore on, he showed in a hundred ways how gentle he an be. They played the same game, drenched in the same fire, over and over again, till sleep claimed them.