chapter : 29
grand escape

Heyy!

SO SO.

1) I love asking and knowing these things, I did it in TNR and I'd love to do it in RT, too.

Q) What does your name mean?

My name means moonlight!

Alsoo, I have added this part in the prologue and I wanted it to reach you all too.

i think it's important for me to let y'all know the foundation of this book. i am a college student, with a loaded study course, so often while searching for books, i wish to read something that's soothing, happy and just fun. i don't really want to ponder and think and feel emotionally damaged (my personal opinion), hence this book. 

i hope that this book makes you as happy as it makes me while i pen down kabir and noor's journey.

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"Ah—Kabir?"

Noor is still gawking at her reflection, trying to comprehend how I got paint all over her body. As I let her process, I keep admiring the way she looks. The maroon with white all over, looks mesmerising.

"How did you do that? I—"

I smile at the clueless expression on her face, raising my hands that are coated with paint. Her eyes widen at the image, and she looks around.

"Looking at the art outside, I felt I needed to make one, too."

"And this is your definition of art, sir?" There's bewilderment in her tone, sarcasm laced in her words.

"You, my lady, are my best art." I wink at her.

The moment Noor spins back, she catches a small glimpse of the back of her dress, which's spoilt too. Slowly realisation makes way to her, and looks at me sheepishly.

"So the walls were—" She draws out.

"Yes."

"And you didn't think of telling me—" There's humour in her tone.

All we needed was just a small conversation that put us back together, the way we used to be. There was a gap bridged between us, a communication gap. We both assumed things, and we both acted foolishly and on our twisted thinking.

Sometimes solutions are too easy and around us, but we often are blinded by our egos and hormones and impatience. We just need to think and see with an open mind. There have been so many internal changes in my way of approaching things since I started accepting my feelings for her.

My vision towards love was always tainted, varnished by the deteriorating fate of my grandfather. I am not the kindest and nicest person to be around, I am still me. I still act like a devil, if Noor was given the chance to put it nicely, but I am trying. I don't care what others think of me, but I want to be better for her.

I care about what she thinks of me.

And it's so funny to realise that she has always been there. Around me, near me. I still get irked with her habits and her way of handling things but I am taking steps. Covering the distance of adjustment and love, a track that ensures a happy marriage.

"If I had spilt the secret, how would I have managed to create my art piece."

"Art piece, you say?" She stifles her laugh. Her teeth biting her lips, the red she had coated so carefully now smeared around. She looks ravaged, so delectable, so fucking exquisite.

She looks like mine.

"The best of all," I confess truthfully. And she is. All the other artworks that are hanging and placed outside are in no comparison to her. They are beautiful but my wife outshines them all. Those are merely inanimate objects, which get praised and forgotten once they are out of sight but Noor? She is alluring, her aura is tempting, so strong of a power that leaves everyone around her enticed and captivated.

"So is there anything you would like to confess to your art piece, huh?" Her eyes twinkle mischievously.

We are standing so close that our bodies brush against each other, the swell of her breasts heaving against my chest as our breaths entangle. My fingers play with her loose hair strands leisurely.

I bend down a little, our eyes on the same level.

"I think I might have hit my head on the way to this room, what exactly am I supposed to confess, help me, wifey. I think I am lost."

"Kabir Sood, you are misbehaving." She scolds.

"Then would you like to discipline me, wifey?" I have no idea what this woman does to me. I don't think I have ever let myself act so carefree. She makes me act childish, flirtatious and jealous and so damn possessive. I enjoy it so much.

"That's right. You need to be punished, Mr Sood."

"And how will you do that."

"Before we begin with your punishment, tell me how would we exactly leave this venue now?" She points at herself and then at me.

"Well, I do know someone on the crew," I smirk at her as I fish my phone out of my pocket. Dialling a number that I know will help me in this grand escape.

The call rings and the person picks up, "We need to leave."

"You have thirty seconds, not even a second more."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Whom did you call?" Noor questions when I keep my phone back. I smirk at her and remember how Dheer had noticed Noor tugging me towards this room. I am pretty sure he has been guarding the room this entire time to prevent any staff member from entering.

"Whom do you think cut off the CCTV connection?" With that, she looks around trying to spot the camera adjusted to maintain the surveillance of the room. It's an expensive exhibition, all the paintings and statues are worth lakhs of rupees, the security has been utilised in full force.

"Wow. You thought this through, didn't you? I should have known."

There's a small spume over the wave of my feelings, a tiny bubble that causes an itch, an irritation of sorts. The contorts of her face shifted a little as she said those lines, but she exchanged it with a smile, almost instantly, as if it was never there.

But, I am so attuned to her that I didn't fail to take note of it. I know what she is thinking, what's bothering her, even if it's in her subconscious and buried deep down, I am aware.

The way she had pulled and tugged me to this room without a single thought, not bothered by anyone seeing or noticing us, made her feel uncomfortable. Noor has always been clear in her stance, she doesn't want anyone to know about us. The mere thought of anyone associating her with her boss, makes her feel anxious.

Earlier, I believed it was because of the contract but even now, when we had turned friends, she never gave out any hint of disclosing our relationship. It doesn't settle well with me, if I am being honest, but I also know that Noor's work has always been an important factor.

I don't want her to feel pressurised, but I hope one day, she won't shy away from accepting us, in front of others. Because the day she gives me the green light, I wouldn't hesitate to announce how this smart and the most beautiful woman, is completely and utterly mine.

That she chose me, all of me, the darkness and the light.

"What? After all the man who is rumoured to be dating you had to help me." I wink at her when she gasps. I don't want to encumber her with my thoughts and hopes, she isn't liable for those. For now, I am going to bank all and everything she offers me, her love and her games, the whole of her and the missing pieces. Everything.

"Dheer." She lets out a chortle, shaking her head.

"So baby, tighten your heels, we have an escape to pull off." The moment I inform her, the lights go off and we hear the commotion that is being caused outside. My hands slip into hers as we start making our way outside.

"Ouch."

"Who is this?"

"What is happening?"

"Ow, sorry!"

There's darkness all around, we stumble and tumble into others, and we laugh and run until we reach the fire exit, taking the stairs that lead us outside.

The fresh crispy air of the night breezes past us. The inky night bestows us with the moonlight that falls particularly on us. The moment we step outside, we are out of breath and staring at each other. Some seconds pass by and then we burst into laughter.

The adrenaline rush we experienced cools down as we let it out in bouts of chuckles. The night suddenly feels like a start, contrary to what it signifies. This evening feels like the last words, one that is going to make way to a new chapter. A chapter that is going to symbolise a new beginning, a happy one.

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I enter the code of our house, and we both stand in silence. The only sound reverberating around is of the machine that beeps with every number entered. She stands next to me, the heel of her sandals tapping against the marble.

The lock clicks and the door opens. The house is engulfed in darkness, as we take a step inside, letting the front gate close once we are inside. The lights aren't switched on, but we aren't in a haste either.

"So Mrs Sood, I remember you wanting to tell me something. Was it something that ends with 'you' by any chance?"

"Sometimes...I really really dislike you, Mr Sood."

"I think you used the wrong verb there. We need to start working on your grammar, baby."

"Then we should start with you learning the golden words, I think it will help you with your grand profession."

"The words I know are enough to get you wet and bothered."

"Kabir!"

I push her against the wall again, our stances replicating the position we were in that room. The moon shines from the glass that extends the entire wall. Our orbs glisten, as they lock in an eye stare.

"You'll get the house dirty." Indicating our white tainted clothes.

"Do you think I care?" With every word I utter, our lips touch. Brisk against each other, as if they excel in their own game of seduction. It's rough against soft, painted against bare.

"I am strongly certain that you aren't the real Kabir. Where has the neat-freak devil gone?"

"Let me help you find him." I offer and with that, I fuse our lips together. Unlike the kiss in the museum, this one's brutal, and more demanding. I push her against the wall, my hand wrapping around her neck. Angling and caressing.

Her fingers snake around, raking my hair as we devour each other. Biting her lower lip, she lets out a garbled moan, allowing me easy access. My tongue invades her mouth, as we kiss deeper.

It's vicious and hungry, it's a war. We clash and burn, yearn and pant. Sloppy slurs, adulterated with skimpy words. We trace each other's bodies as if it's a map, the only form of light to guide our way home when humorously, we both are finally there.

We part for air, but I haven't had enough. I need more. So much more. Because nothing is ever enough with her. Nothing is satiating, never. I trail a path of kisses from her cheek to her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Her skin's soft and pillowy under my touch.

Licking the skin when I reach her weak spot. She trembles, and whelps. Sucking and nibbling, nicking. Soothing it better, kissing the spot after, fully aware I have left a mark on her. The off-shoulder pattern of her dress allows me full access as I spend a good time leaving hickeys on her.

"Wasn't I going to punish you?" Her words huff in hush pants.

"Oh were you?"

"How has your memory turned so sour suddenly."

We are whispering our words now, spewing them in such a way that they don't escape, don't get lost in the air that's clouding over us.

Her hands untangle from my hair, and her pointed finger slips and traces the contour of my face. Reaching my neck, sliding until she reaches the area of my bare chest that is exposed owing to the open buttons.

Her long nails prick against me as she takes a step forward, pushing me with her.

"So you are going to punish me, wifey?"

"Oh, yes. I am. I intend on teaching you a very thorough lesson."

She stands on her toes, "A mark for a mark, husband. I believe in equality."

"Is that it?"

"Very serious." The sweetness of her smile coaxes me, it fills me with so much warmth. The organ under my chest wall, throbs with love and affection. Her finger skims lower when it hits something.

Her forehead furrows, as she realises it's a jewel.

"I don't remember seeing you wearing a pendant." She claims. My hand that's not holding her, rises up, unbuttoning one more button, so that she can see what I am wearing underneath.

The silver shines in the inkiness, she has her gaze concentrated on the object when I bring it out.

"You are wearing your ring around your neck?" There's admiration in her tone. Her eyes don't leave the ring that's hanging off a thin chain.

"Baby, I meant when I told you that I do have feelings for you, very real ones. The marriage stopped being a sham for me, the moment you took away my heart." I confess. It isn't a confession per se, but it's the closest I will offer right now.

"Right. And what are those feelings called," She tries but I shake my head.

"Uh. Uh. Not going to lose so easily, wifey."

"You are a cunning devil,"

"Then do as you told. Discipline me, wifey."

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Hey! So! So?

How did you like it? Are Noor and Kabir making you as giddy and happy as they make me?

thank you for reading.

royally yours,
meethi.