***Part 12***
She was standing in the balcony, leaning with her back on the wall; it was such a beautiful view from there; the night time view of the city, the beautiful garden below and the full moon in the sky above. The moon was so huge and so much closer to the ground than usual. She looked inside through the glass doors. He was pouring some red wine for them. The room was dimly lit with candles and decorated with her favorite flowers, lilies.
She looked at Virat coming towards her. Not that she minded this crazy lover but she wanted to know what was going on in his head.
"Planning to get me drunk again??" she asked as he walked near her with refilled glasses.
"Worked out pretty well for me the last time." he replied naughtily leaning into her, nibbling her ear.
"Virat? You did all this for me?" she asked.
"ummm..do you like it?" He was placing soft kisses on her face and neck making her forgot what she was going to ask him.
"I love it." She said gasping for air. Did you miss me that much baby?" her breath was getting heavy.
He was in no mood to talk; he placed the glasses away and pulled her close strongly; his hand holding the back of her head, her hair flowing between of his fingers. His eyes were overflowing with passion and desire. Gently, he pushed away the hair covering her eyes.
"Manvi, I never stopped thinking about you, not even for a second.." He replied, slowly closing the distance between them looking at her quivering lips. He tilted his head and gently kissed her. He felt that there was something wrong with her reaction. He looked up.
"Whats wrong Manvi? You are crying?" he moved away.
She was actually pleasantly surprised initially, now his intense behavior was making her fall head over heels for him, all over again. His words tugged at her heart making her warm and emotional.
"I don't know, all these things you are saying, all these things you are doing. Give the girl a little warning before you attack her with your.."
"...your???" he didn't catch her point.
"I am not used to hearing these things from you. I don't know, why don't you talk to me about it!" she said wiping her tears.
"I am talking honey, just not with that many words." He winked "Look into my eyes." He pulled her into his arms by her waist and put her hands around his neck. "What do you see?"
She replied blushing and smiling "Very very naughty things."
He laughed loudly. "You are right about that. With every second that you are wasting, you are making me a desperate bad boy. I am going to improvise with a lot of new ideas, not so nice ones. Trust me, you don't want me doing all those things to you."
"No?"
"No. Shut up and kiss me already." He ordered reaching for her hand.
She walked back away from him as he was coming towards her. "No, I won't. I want you to talk to me; your eyes are deceiving, just like you. If you want something, you need to spell out what you want." How she wished for him to communicate with her, tell her how he felt.
"I already told you baby, I missed you, very badly" he replied nicely, but when she still moved away, he tried to catch her, annoyed, but she was way too fast for him" She escaped and ran away.
"...and ?" she asked, prodding him to continue.
"You are really going to do this now? You want me to chitchat with you." He looked like he might stomp his foot.
"Yes, I am really going to do this now. Not chit chat, I want you to talk with me, and I want to listen to you, for a change." She smiled sweetly.
"Alright, fine!!!! All the time in the camp, I really wanted to come back to you." He said still trying to catch her. She was making him run around in circles.
"awww...and???" She was enjoying this now.
"And? You look really sexy right now and you are being a tease." He complained, his voice getting louder. He almost caught her, but she bent down and escaped his hands that were trying to swoop over her. All he had in his hand was her dupatta, she held the other end and he was wrapping it around his hand, pulling it towards him. She blushed and tried to get it back, but had to let it go in the end. She climbed on the top of the bed so that she could escape from either sides. He was getting very impatient with all her kiddish behavior.
"Not fast enough darling. Keep talking, I like where you are going with this." She teased.
He glared at her, hands on her hips. "Fine, I give up! Go jump around all you want." He sat on the bed and collapsed back, hands spread out like an eagle, he looked so tired.
"Aren't you a crybaby" Manvi moved to the corner of the bed.
Virat closed his eyes and didn't say anything.
She sat on the bed, maintaining a safe distance."Viraat? Are you sleeping? Come'on, lost already? I am not that fast." She nudged him.
"No, you are not." He held her foot that was near his hand and dragged her towards him with it.
She screamed and he closed her mouth with his hand. He was over her. He looked into her eyes, holding her down, as she tried to get away. She started falling weak at this proximity. That was why she was running from him, if she stayed away, she could make him talk. His magic was numbing her senses.
He didn't want to say anything, but looking into her eyes, her longing to hear him express his feelings, he continued.. "I felt like, you have become a part of me. I felt like, I was there, but not completely there. I felt like, I left a part of me here, with you. I realized how much I needed you by my side. You make me feel complete Manvi."
She froze listening to him. He let go off her and sat up, hands on his knees.
"Manvi, you know, I never wanted to marry, never believed in love. But now.."
She too sat up. She could not take her eyes of him. They were starting to fill up listening to him.
"..but now, not just marriage, I will do anything to keep you with me. I can marry you a hundred times. I want you, I need you, for myself in the most selfish way, I love you Manvi, you made me realize the meaning of love." He confessed looking into her eyes lovingly. "OK. That's all I can do. And I really wish you wouldn't make me talk about these things. I am not an expressive person." he whined taking a deep breath, burying his head in between his hands.
She crawled to him slowly on her knees, and stroked his hair lovingly. He looked up at her and said "Manvi!! You are crying again!??"
She pulled him closer by his collar and kissed him wildly while tracing his face with her hand, absorbing each and every inch of him. As her hand stopped at his lips, he opened his eyes and asked "Don't you want to talk about how you feel Manvi?"
"No."
"No?"
"Shut up and kiss me already" she ordered.
"Yes ma'm" he smiled happily and kissed her mouth as if they was no tomorrow. Without breaking away from her, he moved above her, placed her head on the bed with his hand below it. He kissed her everywhere, slowly at first and then strongly in a rush. She felt so light; she was like a feather floating away in his sea of love. She trembled at his touch, whispering his name in his ears driving him off the edge. His hands moved smoothly and sensuously from her neck, to her shoulder and further down, feeling her every curve while her soft little hands moved inside his shirt; feeling his muscular body, his chiseled abs, his broad chest and ran upwards through his hair.
They aroused in each other a giant wave of desire, to want more and more of each other. They kept wanting to take their passion to the next level. Their bodies swayed perfectly in sync to each other's touch. They spent the night together as man and wife and became one entity; body, mind and soul. It was so beautiful, like in a paradise. Heaven on earth.
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He woke up before her, she was sleeping peacefully in his arms, covering herself with him. He looked at her for a really long time.
'They were perfectly imperfect individually. An year ago, if someone told him that he would fall so madly in love with her, he would have laughed at them. But now, he knows that nobody could have complemented each other better, nobody could have dealt with each other's weaknesses better and nobody could have understood each other so perfectly. Even though they started as two left feet, they learnt to dance together, happily and magnificently. They became imperfectly perfect together.'
He didn't want to stay away from her for even a minute now. He cuddled back with her and went back to sleep blissfully.
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