Kaira OS

Embarrassed - 2

Precap - Wishing everyone happy dusshera and taking blessings from them we began our new year with the destruction of bad, evil and sins.

When everyone was busy in the night watching the burning of statue of raavan kartik pulled me with him to our room.

We knew no one would be coming in for quite some time. He picked me up and kissed me a bit roughly to begin with, his frustration pretty clear.

I didn’t realise when he picked me up in the way, but by the time we reached the room it was pure passion. Soon we were left howling our lungs out for air, but suddenly the air didn’t seem so important. Running our hands over each other, feeling each other assuring ourselves that yes we are close to each other was more important that breathing.

“Do you even know how much have I missed you?” he mumbled at my lips.

“just as much I have.” I replied.

We were already at each others clothes when he kept me down on my feet for ease, and once that was done pushed me to the bed, jumping in himself too. Just then we heard a crack.

And as if on cue, we dipped down, as if the cracking wasn’t enough to startle us, we were now falling down? From our beds what the he’ll had happened??

He being the first to react extracted himself from the dip of bed, with tad bit of difficulty and tried pulling me out as well.

Once out and safe, we looked at each other bewildered! And then we looked at our poor bed, oh my dear God were we that bad. We both started laughing like crazy in that minute.

Present chapter - Naira's POV

We stared at the bed, and started laughing.
A howling laughter threatened to slip from our lips. It was then when he came closer to me, his hands on my lips, covering the laugh which was ready to escape.

His eyes, twinkling madly, but darkening at the very same time. His gaze on me, was enough to have my racing heart stop. His sigh, enough to cause goosebumps to erupt on my skin, I had missed him terribly, and he had too.

Our fight, didn't do anything to help our loneliness. Our hearts, dying to reach out to each other. Our brain struggling to convince that stupid heart, to wait. The wait, growing longer than anticipated. Each breath, each moment was difficult. And those painstakingly slow moments summated to 10 long days, and 10 lonely nights.

When he gently slid his hand over my arm, the hidden feelings of his touch were ignited. Every particle of my body breathed again when his hand was tightly enclosed around mine.

I was suddenly shy, the flushing of laughter soon replaced to blushing. I didn't know why it happened, why I was suddenly feeling like a new bride, but I was, that was as much real as him.

My eyes were downcast when he was feather handedly pushing my hair aside my face, "Why so shy Jaan?" He asked me

And I probably blushed deeper in response. He stepped back, and I stood confused, what went wrong? He pushed his finger beneath my chin, urging me to look into his eyes.

"Jaan?" I was overwhelmed. Everything, the distance, the fast, the distance, the ritual, the distance, the festival, was too much for me. I wanted him to make me forget, I wanted him to take me in his arms, and make me the happiest woman on the planet.

I hugged him, so tightly that his confusions were ward off, that he understood that I was craving for him. I didn't trust myself to speak, so I hugged him, pecking his chest lightly, trying to convince him of my desires.