Mature content ahead, discretion is advised. 

The sun rustled against the horizon, a kiss of scarlet to the world. A final goodbye as the colony around became quite, dark, and still. Even as two figures collided against each other; their neat clothes crimping into worn out messes. Their moans erupting as hushed whispers against the silence of the night.  Her breath melted into his as his fingers teased at her waist; warm, curvy, and wet with slight sweat. His hands fit perfectly against her curves, shapes aligned like two missing pieces of the same puzzle. 

Their lips bit into each other, a battle of fury raging through their tongues. One kissed with the fury of desperate possession, breathless with the need to claim. The other kissed with the fury of being wronged; a rage to hold onto him somehow despite all he had said and done. In a furore he lunged at her body, desperately kissing her neck, his teeth sharply stinging against her collar bone. A wild wish to mark her as his; his being filled with an urgency that ravaged the flames deep in his soul. 

"Tum sirf meri ho, Naina" he breathed into her mouth, his voice a whimper of fearful longing. He remembered the ashen grey morning he had woken upto, all alone, in that mansion which refused to feel like home without her. 

The open windows blew in the crispy chill air of descending winters as he shivered against a coarse stiff fabric deprived off the softness of their bed. His hands felt around for the warm body he was missing. Blinking awake to a pale sunless morning, he found himself on the couch with a blanket draped over him and a hot water bottle kept tucked under his feet. 

His heart melted at her concern as he registered that the bottle had now grown cold. Meaning she had woken up late in the night to check on him. And he? He had upset her with his displaced anger and harsh insolent actions. 

"Its okay Sameer, just make up for it by apologising and doing something special for your Naina." He told himself as he planned his next course of action. One look at the clock told him it was 8 am. Naina would probably be in the kitchen cooking breakfast and instructing Kanji on cleaning corners of the house. 

He would hug her from the back, drown in the scent of her hair, and Kanji would leave as per their morning routine.  But this time he knew she would be too miffed to let him romance her and so he would hold onto her waist and whisper numerous vows till she calmed down and let him touch her. He would then make breakfast for them and  treat her to a special outing- his meetings be damned. 

But as he headed into the kitchen he found Kanji  cooking and his beloved missing. 

"Kanji, Naina kahan hai?" "Bhaiya bhabhiji toh suitcase pack karke mere aate hi nikal gayi. Unhone aapke liye yeh khat choda hai."

Sameer,

Kabhi kabhi kuch shabd bahut dard peeche chod jaate hai. Kal raat kuch aisa hi hua humare beech. Kuch shabd tumne aise kahe  jinhone mujhe andar se hila diya. Mujhe yeh sochne par majboor kardiya ki tumne mujhse pyaar toh karliya lekin mujhpar vishwas nahi kar paye. Chachaji kehte hai ki vishwas ek rishta ka swas hota hai. Toh ab humara rishta vishwas ke bina kaise chale? isika jawab dhundne mai chachaji ke ghar jaa rahi hoon. Shayad Preeti ki shaadi hone tak mujhe iska jawab mil jaye aur mai laut aaun. Tab tak apna khayal rakhna.

Tumhari aur Sirf tumhari 

Naina

She had left him...no he had made her leave just like everyone else in his life he had failed the one person who loved him the most. Crumbling on the kitchen floor he saw the world as pale, colourless, and empty. She said she would return but what if she didn't or worse what if she compromised and returned ? No he would not have that with her..he would never want Naina to compromise when it came to them. Their relationship was meant to be fulfilling and blissful not a compromise of societal norms. 

But that's what you have made it Sameer. You ruined this relationship like you ruin everything in your life. "Kyonki tumhe pyaar se allergy hai.." his mother's words rang out to him and twisted the invisible dagger further into his heart.  

Would Naina leave him too like his father, his nanu, his mother, his mamaji? Was he meant to be forever an abandoned lonely soul living life in the remembrance of the woman he had in his arms the one day and was lost to him forever? How would he live without Naina? As a drunk failure or he should just end his life..what was the use of even pondering a life outside of Naina when she was his soul, his breath, his heartbeat?

Naina looked up confused as she saw the man in her arms stiffen and go rigid. His eyes looked haunted and an ashen colour took over the flushed redness of his cheeks. She knew he had travelled back to that deep and dark vault in himself. The one he kept locked and refused to open to anybody. But it needed to be aired out, the stench of his rotten demons needed to be let out to be filled with the freshness of  new memories. But for now she had to bring him back to herself. Away from the heavy weight of his life long emptiness that threatened to crush their fulfilling future. 

Gently she held his face, her thumbs caressing his cheeks and stretching up on her toes she brushed her lips against forehead. A long lingering kiss in which she wrapped up their promise of tomorrows, the beauty of their present , and all the love she felt deep in her being. 

Getting back to her height, she looked deeply in his eyes. He was back to her but still lost in the harsh storms of his childhood. Like a balmy breeze, she wrenched his hands away from her waist and intertwined their fingers together. Sweat against sweat, fingers pulsating against each other. 

"Sameer I am here. I love you. Suna tumne mai tumse pyar karti hoon. Aur humesha karti rahungi chahe tum mujhse kitna hi jhagda kyon na karlo humare rishta aatmaon ka hai." She whispered she dropped feather light kisses on his hands. 

Astounded by her understanding, he could only stare at the incredible woman in front of him. Somehow she always knew what to say and when to say it. With her, silence was not mute minutes rather golden words spoken just between their hearts. 

"Naina..Naina.." his voice sounded winded as he pulled her to him, their fingers still intertwined. As she crashed heavily on his chest, her head against his heart, he could feel it beat again. She was here in his arms, his pari had not left him. She was here in the spice scented kitchen of her maternal home her skin heated from his love. 

"Tum sachme mujhe chodogi nahi na? Mai maanta hoon mai bahut bura hoon aur tumhe najane kya keh diya, yahan tak ki tum par affair karne ka bhi ilzaam lagaya maine lekin tum meri jaan ho Naina. Tum chali jaogi toh mai kaise jiyunga, tum hoti ho toh mujhe zindagi jeene ka hosla milta hai." He spoke into her hair as her floral scent once again engulfed his senses. Nuzzling into her hair, he kissed her head. Once, twice, numerous times. 

"Shh Sameer...abhi tum bas iss lamhe ke baare mein socho jahan sirf mai hoon aur tum ho." She whispered , her voice soothing him even as her mouth peppering open mouthed kisses against his chest aroused fire to break out over him. 

He could feel his body relax against her's. She had helped him find traces of the route back to his present. She had understood he had travelled back to that dark place within himself. Wounding his arms around her petite waist he pulled her up against him; their hearts beating together- rhythm to rhythm.  Delving his head down he gazed into her eyes and saw only love. Purely love. The kind that had won his heart. 

His heart hammering, he kissed her. His mouth moulding against hers as his tongue took fierce possession of her again.

She tasted of fire like the passion and heat he could feel consume every pore of his skin. Breaths ragged, he continued to kiss her, her head bending as his tongue dove into deeper recesses of her mouth. Breaking apart he looked at her again- her eyes were closed, her skin deeply flushed and hair mussed about her tantalising heaving chest.  She was spellbound and actively weaving a spell on him. 

From her scented hair to the silences of her pants, she made him fall in love with her all over again. She was the most beautiful to him in moments like these when her desire for him flushed up her skin and her love for him radiated through the warm serene glow on her face. He brought his one hand to her face, his fingers stroking the golden hued skin of her cheek. This face was his world, his entire universe revolved around it. Those shiny deep eyes which talked to him, her scrunched up angry nose, her soft petal like lips that tasted oh so sweet, and the scarlet fo her cheeks that always made him want to touch them. God he loved her. 

"Naina I love you." He whispered as his fingers stroked her cheek then the slant line of her jaw and continued to feel her heat down her neck while his lips kissed her into an infinite oblivion.

Her satin skin melted with scarlet rustles under his fingertips. His mouth making her skin heat up with pleasurable convulsions. Encapsulated in his arms, he became her world. Forgotten were the resentful bygones of yesterday as his lush full mouth bit into hers; chasing the euphoria only he could make her feel.

 "Naina tum sirf meri ho..mujhse dur jaane ka kabhi sochna bhi mat..meri jaan nikal jati hai." Sameer whispered into her mouth. His desperately aching wounds gaping at her with their bleeding profoundness. 

Ensconced in her scent, his world felt complete, safe; it felt livable. Holding her waist tightly, he lifted her up as he made her sit on the shelf. Distance teased their needs. Somehow the clothes, the distance between them..even their friends seemed like barriers today. The need to feel closest to the human he loved the most was fogging up his brain and he roughly pulled at her pallu. He would strip her under the starkly clear light of the kitchen. Her body would open up to him as it always did only this time there would be no veiling of the night or sheets to assure her modesty. He would see every inch of her's for what it was.

Flesh, flab, wrinkles, hair. All of them would be his to see, to touch, to kiss, and to mark. Because they all belonged to his Naina and he was made to love every imperfect inch of her. Fisting up her hair, he revelled at their softness and leaned in to brush his lips across them. His nose instantly teased by their rose scent. It clung to every inch of her and drove him insane with the heady mix of salty sweat and the seductive floral perfume of her hair. 

"God your scent drives me crazy. " He whispered in her left ear, his breath tickling the sweet spot behind it. He felt her shiver and the next second her legs opened widely and clung to his hips; pulling him in. Their bodies trembled against the other as their pelvises came in contact from the sudden pull. 

Smirking, he lifted his eyebrow at her reaction and bit her on the earlobe; his hands massaging her scalp. He felt utterly sensitised by her scent, the silken essence of her long hair, and the sweet taste of her swollen reddened mouth. His senses were filled upto the brim with his Naina. Her delectable body wrapped around him like moss to trees and the light chiffon fabric of her saree teased him.   God he had never wanted her this bad. She was driving him insane. 

"Naina, yeh tumhare baal, tumhara yeh ehsaas, yeh komal badan, tumhara yun meri baahon mein pighal jana, jaaneman yeh sab sirf mere liye hai. Sirf mere liye." He growled hoarsely and kissed her ear, nuzzling her with his breath. His hands travelled down her back, his nails biting into the bareness of her skin as his mouth kissed her milky sweet throat. 

"Sameer...."She moaned as his lips continued their sweet symphony on her heated skin ad caressed his silky hair.

"Sirf meri Naina.." he continued to chant as the fingers of his one hand untied the strings of her blouse and the other hand set to work on removing the safety pin fastening the pallu of her saree. Why was this thing here? It annoyed him to no avail.

"Kya yaar Naina, yeh safety pin kyon lagati ho tum?" He grumbled against the skin of her collar bone. 

"Buddhuram, 6 mahine se meri saree utar rahe ho fir bhi abhi tak nahi sikha tumne." She giggled, her body vibrating with laughter against his lips. 

"Acha buddhuram? Abhi dikhata hoon buddhuram." He spoke as he hastily pulled at her pallu causing the fabric to rip away from her body.

"Sameer tumne phir fad di...kya karu mai tumhara..aye din kuch na kuch fad dete ho tum." She stuttered as his smouldering gaze roved over the newly exposed skin. 

"Naina you are so beautiful.." He said, his eyes hypnotically drawn to the deep cut of her blouse. In a matter of seconds he had her under spell as he undid his shirt, her eyes automatically drawn to his chiseled body. 

Trembling with need, he clung to her, his lips nipping at her shoulders, teasing her with the fabric of her soft satin blouse as he gently pushed it back.His fingers played a singsong rhythm of teases as he pulled out the hidden cherry red strap of her brasier. His one finger the only direct contact with her skin, causing her to convulse in irritation and redden with the potential of moments ahead. His eyes took on a mischievous glint as his nose grazed the inviting flesh at the crook of her neck. She shivered against him, her heated fingers bunching up in his hair in anticipation. 

"My Naina" He said, his lips at her earlobe, peppering a string of kisses that lit up a storm in her stomach. His one finger still played with the strap tracing the slight marring on the skin that the fabric had left behind. His wet swollen mouth teased her satin like skin as his other hand found shape at the bare skin of her waist, his fingers teasing the goosebumps already etched onto her belly. 

Moaning one minute, Naina flinched in his arms the next as his teeth took possession of the skin his finger had teased. Licking, kissing, and biting; he lit up new infernos inside her that drove her to the edge. He knew this peak of her's. She was no longer a woman wanting to give, she had transformed into a nymph with a hunger to possess. 

Drawing his lips away from her skin, he smirked at the frustrated whimper Naina exuded from her swollen pink mouth. Looking at the reddening love bite he had left on her shoulder, he nuzzled her hair, breathing in the erotic musky scent that was just his Naina's. 

"Tum sirf meri ho. Toh mere alawa tum par aur koi nishaan nahi chod sakta. Tumhare kapde bhi nahi." He whispered in her ear causing them to redden. She clung to him like he was the winding trail to the end of life. Like he was the final destination to the end of her days . She clung to him like this one moment with him could encapsulate the entirety of her life itself. She clung to him because he was life itself. 

 Wrapped around each other, heat exuded from their bodies infusing warmth in the cool wind coming from the kitchen window. Promises of a passionate night lingered in the touch of their hands, in the cavities of their bones, down to the sparks of their souls.