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They walked together into the tent, hand in hand as behind them the singers and dancers dispersed, leaving them alone in their little oasis.
There were a few soft lights on in the tent, lanterns lit while they had been outside, which threw a gentle glow onto the jewel toned furnishings.
He led her inside, pausing to firmly latch the door, and then stood watching her, finally releasing her hand as they faced each other, their heartbeats the only sound that interrupted the silence between them.
He reached out and touched her nose ring, his hand moving on to one of her jhumkas, her maang teeka, and then to her ghunghaat.
"May I" he asked softly
"Yes" she whispered, not knowing what she was assenting to.
The next moment she knew, as his hands unfastened the ghunghaat from the clips that held it to her hair, slipping it past her shoulders until it fell into a shimmering pool at her feet.
Her hair now twirled unburdened onto her back, caressing her face as it cascaded past her shoulders. He reached out his hand and twirled a lock in his fingers, gently placing it behind her ears.
"Jalan hoti hai" his voice was as soft as silk. (I feel jealous)
"Kis se?" She asked breathlessly (Of what?)
"Is se" he replied, pushing another strand behind her ears. "Kyunki yeh tumhari galoon ko chumti hai" (Of this. Because it kisses your cheeks).
" Aur in se" He pulled out each jhumka, bending to whisper in her ears, his hot breath blowing soothingly on her lobes as he did so. " Inhe tumhaari dhadkan sunnaati hai" ( These... because they can hear your heartbeats).
Her eyes closed involuntarily, her senses so heightened by his proximity, that she could no longer look at him. She shivered and he straightened, his fingers lightly brushing her face, then alighting on her upper lip.
"Yeh bhi" he gently removed her nose ring. "Kyunki yeh tumhari hoothon ko chuti hai"
(And of this too. Because it touches your lips)
Ishita shivered again as his fingers traced a path around her lips, her hands moving without her conscious direction, clutching at his shoulders. She could feel his taut muscles underneath the silky chikkan, and her grip tightened, that mere touch causing her knees to weaken.
He noticed her distraction, and moved even closer, moving his hands up her face in gentle strokes.
"Aur yeh" he continued, his long fingers playing with her maang tikka, unattaching it, then sliding it down her face, gently teasing as he touched it to her lips. "Yeh mera raasta rokti hai" (And this. This stops me from reaching you).
Her lips parted as the cool metal brushed against them, and she bit them wordlessly, as he paused, slowing the descent of the jewels against her aching lips. She moistened her lips, waiting, as with a tinkle, the maang tikka joined the other jewels on the floor.
Her face was now unadorned, and her creamy red lips, slightly parted, stood out even more, inviting him closer.
But tonight was for her, and he knew he could not rush this. She needed time and tenderness, and he would not deny her anything. With a final light stroke of her lips, his fingers moved down, his breath quickening as his hands found their next target, the heavy gold necklace that covered her neck and partially obscured her brief choli.
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