Saturday 6 September
Desert Luxury Hotel, Jaisalmer
11.00 pm
Ishita looked adoringly at her sleeping husband. They had both fallen asleep after their passionate dalliance, and she had awoken in his arms, blushing at her dishevelled state, and marvelling at the tenderness with which he held her, even in his sleep.
She thought back on their lovemaking, as she pulled up they discarded bedcovers to cover them. She had never thought, never imagined, that making love would be like this. She was a doctor, she knew about anatomy. She had had a boyfriend, she knew about romance. And yet.... no study, no textbook, no experience had prepared her for the way he had made her feel.
The passion between them had been fiery, yet he had been so tender, so gentle towards her. He had taken the lead, reassuring her, soothing her, encouraging her, holding back while he took them together into ecstasy.
She was too inexperienced to comprehend fully the self control he had exercised, but she remembered how he had soothed her fears, his concern at her inevitable pain and then how he caressed her through the waves of pleasure which had engulfed her, holding her, calming her, before he allowed himself to reach his peak, collapsing on her, his lithe body shuddering and trembling.
She blushed as she remembered her own responses to him, her lack of inhibitions, the way in which she had responded to his every demand, had welcomed his attentions. She had had no idea, no inkling, that she was capable of such uninhibited behavior, capable of such unrestrained passion. But she knew, her passion came from her love for him, and she knew their love was truly special. Magical.
Their love for each other had transcended everything - their initial misunderstandings and fights; the circumstances in which they came together; their past relationships and wounds; the secrecy of their wedding; the awkwardness of their first time together and her fear of the unknown.
There's something I wanna tell you now
And I don't know what it is
I just can't I just can't I just can't
You've done some kinda magic
That magic is called love, check it
Magic is called love
She raised her head and looked at him, deep contentment etched in his sleeping face, and thought she would burst with love for him. Slowly, ever so gently, she caressed his forehead, her eyes shining with all the love in the world. Her curls cascaded over her shoulders, brushing his face as she caressed him and she pushed her hair back, not wanting the rough strands to disturb him.
Yaar ko maine, mujhe yaar ne
Sone na diya
Pyar hi pyar kiya ho
Pyar hi pyar kiya pyar ne sone na diya
"Thank you Raman" she whispered.
He stirred beneath her and his hand grasped hers, his eyes slowly opening. "Kyun" he asked her, passion dancing in his sleepy eyes as he drank in the sight of his wife, her make up smudged, her lips swollen, her hair tumbling down her back.
He reached out his hand and traced her smudged bindi, his fingers trailing down to her kohl smudged eyes.
Uski chudiyon ki khanak
Uski woh bindiya ki chamak
Haye kajre ki gajab dhaar ne
Sone na diya
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