Heart Of Devotion

"मेरी जज्बों की जो भी हालत है
वो समझ लो ना बिन कहे"

The rain was a co-conspirator.
The bass thrummed beneath the stone, but all I heard was her soft laugh as she broke into the downpour.

She was dancing, unbothered. I was losing my mind. The storm claimed her, soaking the oversized white shirt she'd stolen from me. The wet fabric clung ruthlessly, turning sheer, outlining her curves and revealing the bare length of her thighs.

"इन लबों से कहो
जो अरमान है बरसो ये होंथ चुप रहेलबों से कहो"

Every drop touching her felt like an insult. Fuck, I was burning alive.

I stalked forward. Her smirk faltered as she backed away, her hands behind her back. She thought this was a game. She had no idea how close I was to breaking.
When her back hit the wall, I caged her, trapping her completely. The space between us turned white-hot. Her breath hitched. My gaze dragged over her parted, flushed lips, a feverish blush creeping down her neck.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, yanking her body flush against mine, no space, no air. Her soft contours pressed brutally into my hard angles.

"You're driving me fucking insane," I rasped, my mouth trailing down her jaw, biting softly at her pulse point until she gasped.
My thumb dug into her chin, tilting her face up. My breathing was jagged, my body coiled with a dark, suffocating need. I hovered over her lips, her heart hammering against my chest.

"May I... Chanda?" I whispered, my mouth brushing hers, pure possessiveness dripping from every word.
She didn't speak.
She arched onto her tiptoes, digging her fingers into the hair at my nape, and pulled my mouth brutally down to hers. Her lips parted instantly, inviting the ruin, shattering whatever sanity I had left as I took her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.

"रहना रहना तू दिल के पास.."