Chapter 1

He felt for her... yes...

But did he love her?

She didn't know the answer to this particular question.

And she... she was so in love with him... that she even was willing to resort to any measure to show him the same.

He had her under a spell, that was impossible to break. She would get lost... zone out in middle of conversation if her thought line drifted that way. And she wasn't ashamed to admit that. She was ready to face the entire world, if he was with her. But that was the problem; she didn't know where he stood when she was concerned. He was the prince of Singhania Empire, best friends with Swayam and Sharon, childhood friend of Vicky, but for her... he was her friend, her closest friend, more than a friend and just everything. But for him...

He tried hard to term it as friendship and succeeded in it. But that wasn't it for him... and neither for her. He was afraid that Kria was feeling for him... but deep inside, he was hell scared that he was falling for her. It wasn't easy to risk it all over again with the hope that everything would be all right - because he had left hoping a long time back. But here she was... all over again... giving him hope to start hoping again.

As weird it may sound, but that was the truth.

And the verity of the fact?

He felt her tiny cold palms against his shoulders... hitching his breath as he registered her presence.

Dance was their way to express what they felt. The form of art connected them in a thread which was hard to break, because it held a special meaning for both.

And she wanted to show him... and convey what exactly she felt.

She held her stance, placing her palms against his broad muscular frame, appreciating them, caressing them without being noticed. He had grown so much from the last time. As the music started flowing, Kria could feel herself losing in that rhythm which consumed the whole room. Faint luminescence spread in the room and they stood up. She was lost just like the woman in the song... and Kria just wanted to show him that he was the reason. He was her everything... her sanity, her love, her deity and she held the stance as she worshipped him like one... whilst he? He stood up determined not to give into the feelings he was having for her. He could feel himself heating as her cold hands touched him, but he was affirmative not to give in.

She made him turn...

And one look over her lost face...

He knew... even he was lost.

She looked serene... beautiful... unearthly in her attire. Her messed up hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes filled with kohl... her lack of accessories... the transparency of her sleeves... the tautness of her blouse exhibiting her cleavage... and the way her skirt flowed down her waist illustrating her bare midriff... and he knew he was a goner.

Kria's hands had a mind of their own as they caressed his toned shoulders which were glistening under the orange light... shining like the persona he possessed... They couldn't stop... even when she was pulled towards him with a jerk. They went on caressing his torso as her eyes locked with him.

His expression hardened seeing her like this, his hazel orbs taking the color of steel grey. She looked so delectable in her Indian form... dazzling like always and still boring the same innocence.

Her hands moved unabashedly over his shoulders but he remained unaware...

He clutched her waist strongly... almost digging his fingers in her flesh but she remained unaware...

They moved together, as he lifted her like she was a feather, the Diya in her hands witnessing the trust and love that flowed between the two. His expressions remained stoic as she clutched his washboard muscles between her legs. She was lost... lost in the serenity of the atmosphere... lost in the heat of the moment... lost in his embrace; while he held onto her supporting her over every step. Her graceful movements tantalized his senses as his arousal started reaching its peaks... seeing the sensuous steps of his lady.

Kria moved around him... unaware what it did to him. He stood there... his hands filled with grains of sand... kind of replicating his semblance of control over his own body. But with every passing moment... the sand dropped as so is his self control as she moved around... caressing his skin... worshipping him. It was all in the song... but...

The elegant poises... the perfect stretches... he wasn't concerned with it.

His mind only drifted over how her breaths came out shallowly as she stretched...

How her tresses shielded her cheekbones that he wanted to caress...

How her bosom heaved in rhythmic movements and how it enticed him.

The dance was long forgotten... All that was left was the need... the desire... the latent wishes... to consummate her... to have her.

He came over her as he made her lay over the bed of sand - his eyes never leaving her. He gazed over her like a hungry predator wanting to demolish its prey. The dams of his resistance finally broke seeing her like this... gleaming under the luminescence spread over the entire room.

Who would have thought that the feisty Kria Ghai could ever look so fragile... breakable... innocent... alluring... and just everything? Words failed to describe the moment as he slowly started hovering over her.

Her eyes shied away seeing the animalistic craving covering his features. She could recognize the look as she had imagined it numerous times before when she would writhe under the need of having him by her side. He hovered over her never breaking her gaze as slowly he came over her crushing her petite form beneath her. Her hands automatically moved over his shoulders to hold onto him as his lips came in contact with her exposed cleavage. Peppering open mouth kisses along the hem of her blouse, his tongue then followed a similar path with it flicking at the juncture of her curves. He licked there, biting... kissing... and eliciting moans out of her mouth as she arched under the tantalizing torment he was hell bent to deliver but he paid no heed. Her buds became taut under her arousal and he smirked feeling them as they stood erect. He looked over her as a sinful expression passed his face and bit them over the dainty fabric shielding them. She groaned out loud, as she clutched the sand, her insides feeling jelly like under his masculine form. The grains of sands stuck to the sweat over her body giving a shimmering look to her feminine form.

She pushed him over, coming over him wanting to take control. Like a tigress cornering her prey, she mounted over him, seeking to return his favor in kind. She grinded against him, clutching his hair bringing him closer... more closer... Rey remained startled by the sudden change of course. Her hair shielded his view but he could make out the fire in her eyes, and instantly recognized it with his own. She clutched him firmly, fondling him... teasing him... making him sigh out her name in ecstasy. Holding her firmly by her waist he pulled her towards him, his hands over the pins of her blouse as he rolled them over the sand.

Removing the cover of her lushness, he marveled over the view that was being offered to him. She breathed heavily, feeling his intense gaze over her.

Their naked tops collided in friction as they rubbed against each other continuously, wanting to satiate their uncontrollable desire and want for the other. Their lips meshed with the other as they nipped and sucked tasting the unique flavor of needs, wants and desire as they battled for dominance, neither of them willing to give up. It was inexplicable, the feelings that ran through each of them as they experienced anguish, torment, sadness being washed over by love, want, need and desire... to have the other. Their naked tips collided with the other as their arousal reached their peaks. Her hands moved over his waistband while his hands continuously played with her mounds, teasing her to no extent. She yelled out a frustrated groan over her unsuccessful attempts to make the most sought after contact, she rubbed herself against him communicating the same. He wanted to tease her more, liking it far more than anything. But she bit him harshly making him suck in a breath as she mercilessly fondled with him. The semblance of control passed over her as she continued teasing his length while delivering bites over his chest. Groaning he got rid of their last barriers and thrusted himself inside her making her scream his name out loud. That cry gave him the sadistic pleasure of overpowering as he came over her devouring her mouth as her pleasurable cries dies down to muffled voices. The lights flickered away as the two hearts continued uniting with new found vigor and fervor over and over again.