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"I never knew how hungry my heart was,............
Until I had a taste of your fondness."

Manjiri's eyes slowly got closed on their own when she sensed no room for air in between her and Shaurya. Whereas, as his mouth found a way to hers, his eyelids too drooped. Thus, this perhaps doubled up the essence of their impassioned proximity.

Though initially this greeting of their mushes was felt way too awkward cause neither had any experience, but still it was somewhat sublimely self - satisfying, without a doubt especially more to him. In spite of the fact that his mind was intermittently crowding with a million of thoughts, but each time he anyhow used to push them away for those very moments, desiring nothing more than to savour those moments to the fullest extent. Almost similar to a child astonished by the abundance newness and keen unfamiliarity. He wished nothing but to get familiarize with this sudden yet pleasant perception inside out.

For all one knows, it might be worth learning by heart.

On the other hand, since the instant his beak was gently and affectionately kept on brushing against her, Manjiri experienced repeated surging tides of warmth and jumpiness within her, at every single juncture. She motionlessly kept on standing with his mouth pressed upon her, in sheer incredulity with the swarm of thoughts subconsciously pouring into her mind in between whiles.

Both could clearly and only hear the sounds of their own racing hearts, along with one another's arrhythmic breaths every once in a while.

No matter how their billowing breaths were intermingling, they were somewhat able to see every colour of the rainbow, with closed eyes in their own sensational way. Each shade signifying a range of new, unexplored sentiments in every passing second.

He downrightly was finding it hard to nurse the growing infatuations for her whereas she was utterly failing in complementing with his undertakings and conduct. She remained still, unmoved and so were her hands, categorically struggling in where to rest exactly. Thence, her palms kept on staying flattened against his chest.

In the meanwhile, his hands slowly started advancing from her back to her bare arms eventually. At one moment she sensed his hands very tenderly touching her shoulders, and at next moment all she could feel was his warm palms leisurely gliding up to her neck edge by edge.

Touching a few strands of her hair, which were cloaking her cheeks by now, he very lightly drove them behind her ears. And just in time he made a small adjustment to link their pristine association more properly and firmly. And just like that his former press and suck pattern of stoppling her mushes transformed into gradual avid lapping and sedate pacific nibbling, which adherently melted her into a puddle. His unhurried movements were teasing her with a promise of mind numbing thrill and diversion, and how not to forget about his stubble which was pinking her already reddened cheeks with umpteen nicks for ever so many times in that short span.

His pace was sending wild tremors along her nerves, thus evoking some foreign, euphoric sensations which she had never known she was capable of experiencing.

She felt again the rush of incompetence which ultimately left her limp. His swift gradation of intensity tellingly made her cling to him in a frantic manner, as for at then, anyhow she had to hold him to keep herself from melting on the floor. Also his hold was the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world for her, especially in those moments. And before a swimming giddiness would spun her round and round, she knew that she was too, sort of unconsciously making an effort to mirror his gestures.

Eventually Manjiri had started responding, to not only his closeness but also to her own inclinations, making Shaurya dazzled with her sudden advances.
At this, his hand glided the length of her neck smoothly, resting his fingertips at the back of her neck, he pulled her more against him.

They only broke when they needed to wheeze. Staring at her deeply, he earnestly basked in the image of her heavy - lidded eyes and slightly messy hair. Being nearly knocked off all wind from their lungs, both were breathing ruggedly.

Fluttering her eyelashes, she momentarily upped them to catch a glimpse of him. Their gazes met for a few seconds, but soon she broke the connection on feeling her pulse picking up little by little yet again. Circling her arms around him, she snuggled up closer to him. Resting her face against his neck, she instantly squeezed her eyes shut in diffidence.

Shaurya couldn't help but reciprocate her gesture. He never felt so protective and vigilant for her before, that he was feeling at then when she was in his arms. That embracing was like an unadulterated wordless communication which had completely consumed his being. He felt valued and welcomed, he identified himself significant in her eyes, and also in her life and being.

Whereas for Manjiri, it had been utterly hard to match his excessively engaging gaze, so she just timidly hid her face in the collar of his T-shirt and thus inviting his arms to clasp her to him. To her, it seemed like as if his warmth was edge by edge seeping off him and gradually sinking into her skin. His arms were the place where she had started feeling secured, comfortable and very familiar by now... a place where she can be vulnerable and resilient, both at the same time, without any judgement.

Soon she felt his hand running down her hair, and at next moment she heard him calling her name in a tone which was barely more than a whisper

"M... Manjiri!"

"Hmm!"

She hesitantly responded, wondering what was on his mind now.

"Manjiri, I..."

Shaurya wanted to express a lot, but couldn't really construct proper sentences to make her know what he was exactly feeling at then

"I love it... you...
No, I when..
I mean right, yes right..."

"Huh?"

She sounded confused, pulling away a little, she looked up to meet his eyes. Maybe it was all that required for him to propel these words out of his mouth. With outmost sincerity whilst directly eyeing her with sheer attention, he enunciated with an intuit of dependency

"Manjiri..., I love it when you so duly claim your right upon me."

She just wordlessly kept on staring at him with inexplicable emotions swirling within her. He paused and then taking an audible sigh, he smiled faintly as he added

"I feel like I finally belong...
At long last I'm fittingly being welcomed inside the walls, which you have constructed on purpose around yourself.
And now I..."

Whilst speaking, his eyes never left hers, but as he abruptly took a pause yet again, he darted his gaze away. Thus making her contemplate frantically over his unsaid words. She waited for him to proceed, but he didn't.

Unable to keep up with her patience and suspense, she desperately repeated his words in a soft questioning voice. She did so as she was eagerly awaiting him to continue and finish his say, not just keep her hanging with suspense and second thoughts

"And now I...???"

No sooner did these words left her mouth, then he glanced towards her again. His eyebrows shot up in mirth. Flashing a slight frisky grin to her, he in a very slow pace, word by word, stated

"And now I think I should start going away more often."

Registering his words and indirect witticism, she shrugged herself out of his hold feebly and retorted pointedly

"Why don't you go right away?"

"Oh yes, let's pack then...
Come and help."

Chuckling a little, he playfully voiced as he reached out his hand to grip her wrist in order to stop her from going away. Trying to push his hand away, she hurriedly muttered with a slight frown

"You want to go, so you pack.
Why are you bothering me needlessly?
I don't have anything to do with you and your packing..."

"How rude Manjiri!
You're being unjustly cold."

Shaurya commented with a wide grin whilst observing her diligently try unwrapping his grip from her wrist. In response to his unjust comment, Manjiri stiffly uttered without even looking at him

"That's just how I'm Dr Shaurya."

"Well, I could warm you up though."

With this, he pulled her with a jerk towards him and wrapped his arms around her firmly yet again. She tried wriggling out, however his arms kept her locked in his embrace. Nevertheless, drained out of all vigour, she eventually gave in and clung to him whilst tightly locking her arms around him. She mumbled shutting her eyes, sinking into that warm peaceful feeling

"You really disgust me, I hate you."

She felt his chest shaking with a light chuckle. He replied softly

"But I don't..."

"And what really intended to say in the and remains unsaid......................."

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"In my every train of thoughts these days,
I swear every seat is occupied by you........................."

Changed into her night clothes, Manjiri stepped out of the washroom. Instantly her gaze landed on Shaurya, who was already in bed. Though she wasn't sure whether he was fast asleep or not, cause she could still see his phone in his hand, however surprisingly it was resting against his chest. His specs were still on his face.

As she reached near him, she found him peacefully sleeping. Shaking her head at him, she very carefully picked up his phone after releasing it from his hand's grip. Swiping up from the bottom of his phone's screen, she closed off all the running applications of it. She was about to place it against the nightstand, when she took a notice of the remaining battery.

Phone was dying, only 19% of the total battery was left. She roamed her eyes all around in search of his phone's charger, but she couldn't find it. She then rummaged through contents of his bag, but her task still remained unaccomplished.

At then, at first she made up her mind to let his phone remain uncharged but then she was very well aware of his habit. The first thing he needs to do when he wakes up in the morning is to have his phone in his hands, the rest of the world may go to hell but he won't give a damn. Not that she was complaining, or maybe she was.

Rolling her eyes at his sleeping form, she started looking for the charger again. After bunches of futile attempts, her gaze fell on her own phone's charger.

So without thinking much, she linked the adaptor into the socket after plugging it into his phone.

After that she went back to him, she bent forward a little to pull his specs away but eventually her hands stopped in midway.

A small smile managed to grace her lips as she gazed at him in admiration. His mouth was slightly open which made him look even more adorable in her eyes, at that moment she couldn't help associating him to a small baby cosily slumbering in all innocence.

Abruptly he stirred a little in sleep, thus making her frenziedly bounce back in a trice. After a few seconds, when she made sure that he went back to deep slumber, she immediately but very attentively pulled his specs away from him.

Switching off the lights, she climbed up the bed. She opened the comforter and unfurled it. She pulled it up to cover him first. As she did that, abruptly her gaze again got stuck at his face, which was showcasing serene expressions and not to forget a slight peaceful grin. She wondered if he was dreaming or was just simply smirking whilst taking a trip down the memory lane.

A wave of blush hit her extremely hard as events of last hour came running to her mind in the form of images. Heat rushed to her ears as she went through the details of those images.

The moment when he told her that he finally felt like he belonged to her, at then she too wanted to confess that she was also feeling the same. For the first time she felt that she truly belong his life and being... No matter how deeply she felt all that right then but the fact remained that she just couldn't able to give speech to her sudden newfound inkling.

Manjiri was feeling completely different, her heart could sense some alien emotions for him, for whom she had never felt so deeply before. It seemed to her that she would never need to ask him for help, because he would fix everything by himself without even asking. He was dependable, it seemed to her that henceforth, she can put all her expectations, can put her every demand in front of him without hesitation. Having him present in her life and sensing him always standing by her side no matter what, were henceforward, no longer seemed to her his huge favors upon her and her Dadi.

Perhaps because she had started to feel some right on him...

'Right' - yes the same word from which she had started to dodge from, after that unfortunate day of her life. The same word which used to disgust her senses to no extent...
Maybe because she has never got any from the people, who were more dear to her than her own life.
Claiming rights was a far - fetched thing for her on others life and choices, when she did not even get it on her own life.

But now that she was with him, it seemed to her that whatever rights, undertakings and valuables she was left deprived of , she was bit by bit attaining everything.

Whatever shortcomings she had in her life, they were now getting away from her.

Whatever she felt was incomplete in her life, at the present time, Shaurya's warm companionship has completed it to some extent... He had started to make her feel complete.

As she kept pondering whilst eyeing his serene sleeping form, her gaze fell down when she realized that maybe she was lagging in completing him. More than often she was hesitant, apprehensive and even resistant in coming along side him. She still at times struggled in keeping up with him...

However, a sudden shade of relief ran across her face when she looked back at the times when they were together, no matter what all kept running inside her he always respected her boundaries.
He balanced her throughout.
She would definitely lie if she ever agrees that she wasn't moved at all by every effort he has made up till now to sail their boat. And at then, she wished nothing but to just keep sailing with him on their journey, simply adhering to one another endearingly.

As she was completely immersed in her thoughts, more precisely in his thoughts, she suddenly sensed him scooting towards her and reaching out to her on it's own accord, even in deep slumber. As he wrapped his arm around her firmly, she turned her head towards him.
With a soft gaze and a contented coy smile, she let his arm rest around her and placed her own hand over his arm gently.

He with her, indeed that feeling was wholesome.

"We try so hard to hide everything we're really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most.................."

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"The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched,
they are only felt within the heart..............."

Early faint golden rays of the sunlight came seeping through the balcony's lattice door and the window, in a well mannered announcement of the risen sun indicating the commencement of a new day, sparkling with a subtle glow.

Golden fingers of the sunlight tingled Shaurya's closed eyes very gently, encouraging him to think of stretching his arms outside the comforter before finally insisting his eyelids to unfurl. But he just couldn't, stretching the arms was a far thing, he was even unable to move his left arm a little bit.

He immediately opened his eyes to the sight of Manjiri sleeping like a baby whilst nestling up inside the same comforter. She was cocooning his arm with both of her bare arms enduringly, underneath the warm fabric. The determinedness of her hold was so persuasive that it appeared as if he would disappear somewhere if she let go of his arm.

It seemed to him that in sleep, she has reverted to being a innocent baby once again. The corner of his lips instantly curved up to form a radiant smile as he scrutinized her sleeping form more and more. He stayed still in that same position whilst admiring her with pure gratitude and fondness.

He could clearly observe that her face no longer reflect any hesitation, unease and apprehension, which initially used to mark their presences over there by being bottled up within her. The absolute calmness of her incorruptibility and purity inadvertently captured his soul.

As his being edge by edge started filling with a sense of pure privilege and protectiveness, his mind started pondering over the odds... The odds of being fortunate to experience a strong connection with her. The odds of being preferred and accepted by her at the long last. Those odds were so inexplicable that the aspect of being with her completely soaked him in the shared intimacy between them, of course the emotional intimacy.

Her soft features were effortlessly melting his heart into a pulp. Though, it was always her who got up early in the morning before him. But that day atypically, he was up before her, he smiled goofily murmuring to himself whilst eyeing her with a soft gaze

"Waking up early ain't that bad!"

That span turned out to be worthwhile for him as it incidentally gave him time to reflect on why his heart desired her company, why her little endearing gestures or concerns make his otherwise mundane life worth living, why her soft smiles/light chuckles or her every little effort towards their relationship were worth more than a billion bucks for him. So what if she had at times miserably failed in the department of expressing herself without any hesitancy, nevertheless he was pleased with the fact that at least she doesn't fake herself. He had started adoring her the way she was.

He wasn't wearing his specs, but whatever he was able to view at then was clearer than he ever have viewed.

As he kept surveying her face instinctively, a recap of the previous day started spinning in his mind. The short span of their intense closeness was absolutely spellbinding. In those scattered yet highly engaging moments, he felt like nothing in the world was existing except she and he. The way he felt couldn't be put into some mere common words, he believed that no part of speech had even been invented to describe it justifiably.

She tasted like pure, clear water; as though it came straight from a fresh spring only to quench his pristine avidity.
She against him felt like walking into a warm room after shovelling snow.
Her hair smelt like an unforgettable aroma that he was sort of sure that even in the moments when she would not be in his reach, he would still be able to recall it.

Just by then he gave in the urge to whiff the faint fragrance of her hair afresh, as though trying to memorise how it duly smelt like. Pressing his mouth lightly upon there, he tilted the side of his head a little to align it against hers.

She being in his life, was indeed making his life enriching.........

"You're my sunshine!

And you're my moonlight!

Our day begins and ends with us,
only us..............."

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