Chapter 29

RR through our eyes (Chapter 29)

 

Thanks Mano for the edits.

And 98% writing from Sonia

For those of you who liked the romance here is more. 

And for those of you who wanted to get the storyline back - this chapter is very essential for the story to move forward. So please hold on.  And we will be back to the original story from next chapter onwards.

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She coveted him----very much so in that moment. Her body hungered for his touch. The fire that he had incited inside her----only he could appease, she knew that with a certainty. Rudra saw the want, the craving in her gleaming eyes and he wondered if it was reflection of his own needs? Was he imagining things because he burned for her?

 

Hunger gnawed at him as he regarded her, sprawling in bed like a nymph sent out to rob him of all reason. The sari that she had casually wrapped around had come undone in their slip and fall. He saw the rise and fall of her bosom and the luscious slopes called out to him, rousing in him the fires kindled long ago

 

The tightening of his facial muscles, the flaring of his nostrils and the passion blazing in his eyes made the female in Paro rejoice. He wanted her and that was a powerful thing----it almost served as an aphrodisiac, mulling her already whirling senses

 

Her hand went to his chest and she felt his heartbeat, beating hard and fast, for her----she was sure of it. She looked up at him and he picked her hand from his chest and kissed the pulse at her wrist. How could a simple brushing of one’s lips against wrist manage to drive her crazy, Paro thought?

 

Nothing was simple when it came to to Rudra and her, she realized seconds later. She had met him and fallen for him, just like that. It was as if the two bodies when set in motion could not help but collide into each other-----it was inevitable!

 

Kissing her wrist and then following the path on her arm and up until he reached her shoulder, Rudra paid homage to her neck once again. Paro closed her eyes as she felt him so close. Her arms went around him and she hoped that he understood that she wanted him too.

 

Next moment, he was nuzzling her neck and his arms went around her as she lay down in bed and he followed. The weight of his body on hers felt amazing and she whimpered. Impatient now, she turned her face upwards to him and that was enough of a signal for him to follow his heart

 

Seizing her parted lips with his own, he kissed her again. No matter how long he kissed her, it was just not enough! Feeling her soft lips under his, her arms stroking his back in encouragement, her moans-----his appetite precipitated quickly.

 

The feel of her soft body wiggling restlessly under his hard one only managed to ignite the embers of desire dangerously. He heard her gasp loudly this time and stopped momentarily. Maybe, he had pushed too far, Rudra thought

 

Paro had been shocked for a second but then she realized that she loved him, desired him. She was going to be married to him, be his wife in just a few hours.

 

Rudra placed his head against her forehead, closing his eyes as he tried to calm his rioting nerves. Too turned on, he needed to take a deep breath and then move out of here. It was a bad idea to start this. Just a few hours-----he repeated the mantra to himself and she would be his.

 

Paro stayed like that, listening to his heavy breathing. Then she felt him shift off her and suddenly, she felt cold and empty. In next instant, Rudra picked up the sari that had come unravelled earlier and covered her

 

He turned to look at her, her hair as if tousled, her lips wet and swollen from their kissing, her face pink and flushed and her dress of partial undress----Rudra couldn’t help but think that she looked like a woman loved.

 

Everything about her dishevelled appearance screamed that she had spent time being intimate with him-----a woman marked and she was his, only his, he thought with some satisfaction. She looked too delectable, in his opinion and that was the root of the problem----he just hadn’t been able to control himself even when he knew she was going to be his, soon.

 

Paro wondered what was going through his head in that moment. He had been so eager, so loving moments ago and now he watched her, cautiously. How could she let him know that she was willing to be his----in every way? She needed him just as much as he wanted her!

 

He turned to her and then said, his voice very hoarse, “Mujhay ab jaana chaahiye……mera yahaan aur der rehna theek nahi hai……..ab mein chalta hoon…I should go now......it is not right on my part to stay.......” and he wished her good night

 

It killed him to deny what his heart and body yearned for, screamed for but he tried to be honorable. And then he got off the bed.

 

Before he could leave, her hand reached out to grab his wrist. Rudra turned to look at Paro as she got up and asked him, her voice quivering, “Rudra……stop…..aur agar mein kahoon kay abhi mut jaao….tou…what if I tell you to not go ......?”

 

There was no need to say anymore but he heard the unspoken request in her words. His heart thumped furiously as he understood the implication in her innocent question. Of course, he wanted to stay there and fulfil their desires!

 

Unfortunately, that could not happen. He didn’t want to do that to her, not when they were getting married the very next day. He swallowed hard as she looked at him, her eyes beseeching him. Freeing his wrist from her hand gently, he grasped her face in both hands and told her lovingly that they should wait.

 

It was the right thing to do. Somewhere, in his brain, the irony of the situation was not lost on him. He was actually asking her to wait when all he wanted to do was to devour her, make love to her all night long! Now, this was pure madness!

 

One more time, he kissed her softly on her lips and then tried to walk away, to do the right thing. But, he had barely walked a few steps when he heard her call out, “Rudra…..ruk jaao…..please wait……yeh lo….take this..” and he turned around to see her holding a tiny little engraved silver pot of the red sindoor in her palm

 

“Shaadi ki hi baat hai naa…..tou yeh lo sindoor…..aur bhar do meri maang……it is about being wedded right ..take this sindoor...and fill up my maang......, “she asked him with love shining in her eyes

 

Astounded not only by her gesture but by the memories of past, he was shaken to his very core once again. Just like that, she had asked him to marry her, in front of hundreds of people. It was déjà vu! History was repeating itself and he felt drawn to her----her belief in them and their destiny

 

Powerful emotions gripped him and he so badly wanted to blurt out everything to her but his hands were tied! He couldn’t take a risk of hurting her. So, he tried his best to control the conflicting emotions afflicting him then.

 

She was the love of his life, the mother of his child and tomorrow----they would be a family again. That was something he couldn’t risk to take a chance with. She was too precious and he loved her so much!

 

But, there was something he could do differently this time, Rudra thought as she waited expectantly, looking at him with eyes full of love and conviction. Last time, he had been less than a gentleman, smacking the container of sindoor out of her outstretched palm, throwing it up in the air in front of everyone, without a care for her feelings.

 

He did though aim it in such a way that the sindoor had still landed in her maang, marking her as his. Tonight, he could do it right and maybe correct one more wrong in the process. Walking towards her, he looked at her and then took a pinch of sindoor in his fingertips. With determination, he marked her scalp, right down the very centre where her hair parted.

 

She closed her eyes, overwhelmed at the gesture as he obliged her. Her eyes opened as she felt him lifting his hand away. Then, his arms came around to hold her close and he told her softly that she was his wife already. Hearing him call her as such, she lifted her eyes to look at him. Her heart lurched to her throat and she felt like choking at the emotions that seized her when he called her his wife.

 

Rudra then told her that in his heart, she was already his wife and so nothing else mattered. However, her parents and their family were all here. And she deserved a proper wedding night.

 

Paro blushed at his words when he told her that while it was just as hard for him to stop, he was willing to wait for a few more hours if he could have her dressed as his bride for a night of lovemaking without any interruptions. Besides, he was looking for a lifetime of these beautiful moments with her.

 

Her heart soared as he promised her a lifetime of love and family bliss. His arms around her tightened and he leaned in real close and he whispered against her lips, “…….. hamesha kay liye, mein aur tu….Forever.you and me........” before his lips closed on hers and she purred in pleasure

 

His intentions had been noble and he had planned on leaving her room-----just as soon as he had kissed her one last time. However, the taste of her soft lips as she returned his kiss with complete fervour deteriorated his already weakened resolve.

 

Intuitively, her fingers in his hair as she raked his hair with such ardour only managed to tighten his hold on her. The aligning of her body into his, so perfectly as if two halves of one soul was enough to shatter his decision of walking from her.

 

His hands roamed over her body, freely with familiarity as he caressed every curve and dip of her perfect female form. Paro let him kiss her before he walked away but once she was in his arms, she felt lost, swept in the throes of passion beyond her control. His kisses only managed to further rouse the desire in her, making it burn higher and faster

 

The feelings he invoked in her was hard to fight and she didn’t even feel like waiting anymore. Suddenly, she burned for him; yearned to surrender in his arms, completely and irrevocably.

 

She wanted to feel loved by the man that she was going to marry. It didn’t feel sinful at all. Everything about being in his arms, being kissed by him, being touched by him felt just right----this is where she was meant to be.

 

He whispered against her ear, reminding her that he was right at the cusp, too far gone if he didn’t stop in the next second. “…..soch lay…..abhi nahi ruka…..tou phir nahi rok paaoonga……think about it....If I don’t stop now.I won’t be able to.....,”she heard his warning and didn’t care at all!

 

In response, she tightened her arms around him and hugged him with all the love in her heart. Rudra felt the extent of her desire and love in the way she held him close to her but as if that wasn’t enough, she kissed his ear and whispered, softly yet seductively, granting him permission, “Rudra……Main Aapse bahut pyaar Karti Huun ...I love you so much……Aap Mujhe Mile...Mera Bhagya....Apnayiye Mujhe Major Saab” and he lost whatever little control he had.  

It did not even cross his mind to ask her –

Why she called him Major Saab.

Why she addressed him as “Aap” instead of “Tum”.

Whether she remembers her past. A little or everything.

 

The love reflected in her eyes was all the indication he needed. After all, he was a man deeply in love with the woman in his arms! And so, he continued loving her, showing her with his body what she meant to him, how much he wanted her in his bed, in his life, forever.

 

She didn’t object when she felt his hands divest her of her clothing or his. Merely shivering as she felt his hard, hair roughened skin come in contact with her soft skin, she opened her arms to hold him, accepting him with her body and soul.

 

His weight on top of her felt wonderful and she writhed underneath him as he touched and kissed her gently but ardently, worshipping her beautiful body. Her gentle moans delighted him as she begged him to not stop and his appetite for her raged higher.

 

The soft curves of the beautiful woman in his arms just fuelled the embers of desire that he had fought so hard to control for weeks. She felt perfect in his arms----it was pure heaven and he gave in free reign to his cravings.  It was as if the dam burst and all the longing just poured as he made love to her with his hands, his mouth, paying homage to very part of her elegant feminine form.

 

Writhing beneath him, she let her hands explore and caress his solid body heavy with muscle and sinew. Pulsating energy under her fingertips as she took liberty to boldly enjoy the magnificent male body, perfectly sculpted------She loved him in her own way, reciprocating as an equal partner.

 

The feeling of being one with him made her sigh with pleasure and she moaned. Rudra shuddered at the familiarity of being intimate with his beloved Paro after such a long spell and he fought with every fibre of his being to prolong the experience for them both.

 

She felt as if on fire wherever he touched her, stroked and loved and she gave it her all, holding nothing back from the man she loved with every fibre of her being.

 

Her gasps of gratification as they waltzed in the mating dance, as ancient as life form on earth, sounded like the sweetest music to his ears-----and he revelled in the knowledge, that she yearned for him just as much as he hungered for her.

 

Limbs entangled, perspiring bodies flushed as they came together, crashing into each other, moans of delight reverberating in the room, the two lovers took respite in each other.  Tender whispers of love as they moved in unison-----the couple celebrated their love and commitment to each other.

 

Completely lost in the plethora of emotions sweeping through their passion filled minds, Paro and Rudra gave in to the wafts of euphoria cascading through their bodies. Panting with the efforts of being joined in a bond as powerful as any, they rejoiced in their coming together.

 

Finally, it had felt right to just give in to their cravings, an expression of their eternal love-----just to let their selves drown in the sea of torrential passion that had always been there, palpable and electrifying. There was simply no other alternative!

 

They were just meant to be together, always------two bodies but one soul.

 

They were both trapped – in each other’s souls. They wanted nothing more.

 

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