Khushi didn't know that the person in the helicopter that flew over her while at the signal riding her scooty, would turn out to be the same person whom she would meet soon. That the same person she'll meet within the next hour would change her life for forever. It so happened that the place where she went to meet her sister Payal's fianc regarding the dowry, turned out to be the childhood residence of Arnav Singh Raizada where a Fashion Show is taking place at that moment.
When Khushi enters Sheesh Mahal, she is mistaken as a model as she unknowingly enters the Green room and is pulled out to the ramp. She is nervous and doesn't know what to do and how to react, while all the models pass by Arnav closes his eyes. It so happened that when it was Khushi's turn she walks through the stage and stand face to face with Arnav who is furious seeing her there in a green dress in a show with red theme.
The moment Khushi turns, her dupatta comes in her way and she fell into Arnav's arms sharing a deep intense eye lock.His eyes filled with fury yet a hint of curiosity and amazement.
Her lips shiver, her eyes express despair. Looks that will change their life forever. Their gazes had so many questions that wanted to be answered. Their first meet was truly magical. It was the first of numerous coming falls, his eyes always ready to receive the clumsy girl. They never knew they will one day be so madly in love with each other that Arnav would love to carry in her arms forever to make her feel special. Together for hamesha and forever.
As he had descended the stairs, nothing could have warned him about what he was about to see. She was a sight to behold, dressed in red, surrounded by lights. He was charmed by the smile playing on her lips, enchanting his very essence, stunning his heart with hers, letting both hearts play a melody of their own. She had looked up, feeling the proximity of the heart that was hers. She had entangled herself in a web of Diyas, like the way he had entangled himself in her.
She had then felt his eyes on her the whole night and she had gazed at him with same intensity, the same magic intoxicating them both in Desire. Like a moth attracted to fire, they were drowned to each other, and when she went away, his eyes sought to her alluring form, as if grasping for breath.
He had after that found her at their place. The place that held so many memories for both. She had twisted her ankle and her Rajkumar, like always, was there to break her fall. He had sat her down, soothed her pain, fixed her ankle. All with orbs darken with desires, gentle touches of his hand on her skin, an electrifying glide of her saree off her feet and assurance in his voice. Thoda Dard Hoga. She gripped her shoulder in pain and he washed everything away with a gentle Ab Theek Hai? and a reluctance to let her go.
He showed his vulnerability by admitting silently that he had her Payal with him all along, and she didn't push further and allowed him to put it on her ankle, returning to her a lost possession. He knew what she was doing to him, she didn't. He tried to go away, but the call of her heart made him turn back to her.
And there was no turning back.
He had approached her, and she had gone backward, falling easily in the steps they knew by heart, to the music sang by their hearts. That night, night, a mere inch more and everything could have been so easy.
The daze created by their hidden feeling, the budding love, the refrained desires and the innocent questions brought them physically close though they stayed far apart. She wanted answers and he had none to offer. That night, he pushed her away once again and like always.
If only he knew that by pushing her away, he had pushed away a heart that was his.If only she knew that by staying silent, she had silenced his heart.
Teri Meri, Meri Teri Prem Kahani Hai Mushqil
Do Lafzoon Mein Yeh Bayaan Na Ho Paaye
Ek Ladka Ek Ladki Ki Yeh Kahani Hai Nayi
Do Lafzoon Mein Yeh Bayaan Na Ho Paaye
When you volunteer for a write-up of a special moment, especially, if the special moment turns out to be the game changer, where will you start?
Game changer! Yes, it is a game changer. Not once but twice.
After the digesting the fact of being in love and slowly accepting it, the expectations grew, and it was difficult to stop the overflowing emotions once you realise it.
Fortunately, there was a perfect occasion to express his feelings. Arnav, the one who never let go of opportunities, utilized it to his best. Is there any better way to express his love to a filmy, Salman-maniac, romantic dreamer Khushi Kumari Gupta with her favourite actor's song?
And yes, the cherry on the top is the lyrics are apt for their situation.
Teri Meri, Meri Teri Prem Kahani Hai Mushqil
Is not their love complicated? To be honest, can he ever express his love to her directly? He is not a normal guy. He is ASR and ASR have his own unique style.
If there was any dilemma on Arnav's advances during the past couple of days, it all went away as soon as, Khushi saw him emerging him out of the shadows.
The duet made them aware of each of their feelings. It did not only reveal their feelings, it gave them a memory or rather we can say a hope for them to sustain the upcoming tragedies.
In fact, this is the last happiest moment of them together before a thunderstorm hit their lives.
Teri Meri, Meri Teri Prem Kahani Hai Mushqil
Do Lafzoon Mein Yeh Bayaan Na Ho Paaye
Ek Ladka Ek Ladki Ki Yeh Kahani Hai Nayi
Do Lafzoon Mein Yeh Bayaan Na Ho Paaye
On a lonely dark night, when she was depressed on being unknown of her husband's identity and he was on the verge of life and death, their souls united expressing their necessity to be together but yet, they are far.
Once again, the duet played its role in showcasing their feelings of not being together, their need, the fate of the world's most difficult love story.
Khushi was still the liar and home-wrecker. There was no-proof to prove her innocence, but his soul could not accept it and stop loving her even after what he saw on the terrace few months back. Can you stop loving someone for their faults?
They don't need words to express their feelings. Silences are more meaningful than words. Arnav's call for Khushi reached her even after being miles and miles apart.
The duet showed us how much their souls are pining for each other and how much this distance is causing them pain.
While the first time the happy and romantic life was expected after the duet, it brought a storm but this time, their pain was reduced, and they were united soon after it.
Himesh and Shabir may have penned this song for the complicated fate of the love story of Lovely Singh and Divya but it cannot be more appropriate to anybody than Arnav and Khushi.
Happy IPKKND Anniversary.
Jo Mein karonga...
Three concise words, spoken, in anger, in frustration at seeing her fleeing away from the feelings he must awaken once again. Just last night, during the dance, he showed her Farak padta hai ! It matters, and she screams it too while missing him this afternoon thinking all sorts of things. Both had purged months. Not willing to accept but it was ripped from their gut ...
She had melted in his arms like a molten lava last night. He was drenched with her acceptance in her innocent ways, she had let him lead her, trusting him fully... But today, she was making him teeter from one extreme to the other, from her missing him to seeing his name in her hand t but not anymore...
He grabs her dupatta., her hand immediately flying to her neck ... Aap ...But he waits for her and her eyes widen as she sees the sight before her. He is on his haunches, his face, his body in statuesque repose. She asks him to leave it politely as ever...
His chin juts in a familiar defiant challenge. Why? ...
She asked many times Why it matters and now he asks the same of her ... Knowing fully well that she too has no choice. He was in no mood to play more of these senseless games when both knew the strength of this tie-in between them. He knows now he must corner her because if he won't, she sure as hell won't accept it...!
With all the techniques of a Hawk never leaving its prey out of his sight, he lifts his chin and claims while provoking, you can't do everything by yourself.
An open challenge ... Come and get your dupatta right from my fist, she disintegrates, Yes, me...I can do... Oh his chin lowers, his eyes sparkle, his lips are slightly open, his body takes over. He too is breathless, captivated and tied willingly this time to the other end of this dupatta...
Not taking his eyes off her, he spools her in, slowly, tugging her in closer with each twirl of her dupatta around his hand. Now he dares, you can do everything so release your dupatta now...A jolting stop right next to him, but she was unable to face him. Her heart pounding in her chest. His heart desires a palpitating heartbeat away ...
He looks at her, his head lowered to the side of her face. He can hear her heartbeat as his own is mingling with hers... All his fight gone, and he is simply a man mesmerized by this enthralled beauty in front of him...Months of longing is taking over, his lowered eyes are blazing, his breath held silently, his lips crave but he holds ... Yet he seeks her consent ...
Jo mein karoonga, kya tum voh kar paaogi?
Her eyes, hazed to a distant spot, now what? ... She hesitates yet shutting her eyes seeking Devi Maiyya and then, gives in ... Her cheeks aflame, having his fanning breath over... she nods quickly, oh she needed strength before her heart gives way ... He was watching with effulgent eyes knowing he will win...
He leans in, pressing softly and kisses her on her flushed porcelain skin pressing deeply yet like a chaste caress...Consuming her with it as she closes her eyes. He does not linger; his eyes watch her intently being intoxicated lids shut in ecstasy. Yes, she is His...
Heer-Ranjha. Per se, it's a sad and heart breaking love story. Apart from being sad, it also puts forward the destruction and sacrifice one has to face in love.
The family just smelled the off between the couple but couldn't guess the big elephant in the room. They decide to bring the husband and wife close. Although Arnav enters the stage reluctantly, after Nani's downright blackmailing, he couldn't help forgo his anger as he whispers to Khushi that he knows nothing. He may deny in words but his actions prove otherwise that he never want his wife to be shamed by public.
Khushi goes along enacting the play as the excited Heer while Arnav remains in the dark. Heer recites her excitement on finally being able to marry her lover, Ranjha. Her innocent question about how her life can look so colourful, bright and sweet that even the sweets taste sweeter.
Arnav couldn't hold back his anxiety as he promptly asks Khushi, who comes near him, to tell him when to enter. But the shock on his face when Khushi replies sarcastically that her death would be the happiest time of his life is tangible.
Right when Heer falls down taking a bite of the poisonous sweet, Ranjha makes the entry to falls on his knees beside his lover...asking her to get up. He eats the poisonous sweet too and confesses. But what to say? He hasn't practised. So he says what he himself feels.
It's Ranjha speaking but it's Arnav's words.
Jab jo bura kaha, uska koi matlab nahi.
Jab jo bura kiya, uska koi matlab nahi.
Iss pyaar mein sahi aur galat ka koi matlab nahi.
Bas ek cheez ka matlab hai, ki main, hamesha, hamesha tumse...
And then Ranjha dies.
He lets his feelings out finally, even if in the disguise of Ranjha, Heer's Ranjha.
It's a scene which brought tears in our eyes. Arnav's true feelings, and Khushi knew it...
Once again, Khushi was a mesmerising sight in red and Arnav could only stare at her, bemused. He had adorned her fragile and exposed shoulders with the veil, hiding her skin to his eyes but not the feelings she had for him nor the feelings he had for her.
He had hugged her close to him, feeling both their hearts beat in tandem. He had then swept her off her feet, like the Rajkumar of her dreams, to lie down on his King size bed his Queen. She hadn't refused, letting him overtake her senses... Until her natural shyness came over and her eyes landed on the statue.
Her morals and upbringing didn't let her go forward in the relationship because of their incomplete marriage, but for him, nothing mattered more than him and her and their beautiful togetherness.
Her only problem was the fact that their marriage was incomplete, and he decided to give her that so that she doesn't question their marriage... And she failed to understand his point of view.
The rituals and customs have no meanings. The wedding proceedings have no meanings. So, tell me, what is meaningful?
THAT I LOVE YOU, DAMN IT!
A whole possessiveness shown in the gripped shoulders, in the intensity of the burning fire of passion in his eyes, in the clenched jaw, in the fierce expression. She was stunned. She knew he loved her, Oh God she knew! But she didn't know the intensity of it, maybe because of the fear of being burnt by the intensity of his love.
Too stunned by the confession, Khushi had let Arnav go, watching him walk away from her in a trance, his words still ringing in her ears, a smile finally blooming on her face.
The reminiscence of the oh so numerous times he had been on the verge of confessing the same to her, she waited the whole night for him to come. But he didn't, not till the morning, like always saving her from hurt. He had declared wanting to marry once again his wife, to make her again his, this time with full rights and proceedings.
And there was no turning back for her. If that stone hearted man could confess his feelings to her, then she who had her heart on her hand could do it too.
She had hesitantly come back to him, to confess to him the one thing she had always wanted to tell him.
Before going, I wanted to say to you that Hum Bhi Aapse I love you, Damn it.
She was too shy to shout it like him, so she whispered it to him, making his frown disappear and a smile to appear on his face, giving him his Khushi before going to her Mayyka and wait for him to take her away, once again, Hamesha Ke Liye.
Khushi mujhe chod kar mat jana ...main tumhare bina jee nahin paoonga
He just verbalizes it today, but he never had the courage to leave her at any moment...I don't need anything anymore Khushi... Meaning I just want you and only you beside me, with me ...
Even though she tried many times she couldn't stay away from him either. She has thrown the blanket of fears of any doubt about him and his love and is grown up in this relation in such a way that her own heart is yearning for his embrace ... my own heart didn't listen to me even though I didn't want to love you, but I do...Yes, she is ready when he asks last time her permission ... Khushi main... and she submits herself...hum jante hai.
Two beautiful souls who were just talking about their mothers and what they will be talking about them ...about their pure love ... sacha pyar have finally become one... The dori...The Dhaga when she said Jab bandh liya hai tou... then...there is no turning back...and she proved it tonight...but he was angry and dishearten that day. Today he opens it with her respect and permission to tie his soul with her for eternity.
She kisses him, brushing off all of his worries and fears without hesitations and with her right on him with all of her love which she only has for this man, for her Arnavji...and finally goes for his lips which she was quivering for on Diwali night and he takes charge and moves along with the soothing sounds of Kangan ...his mother's which always brought him at peace...today that noise is throbbing him to reach for that soothing peace with immense love...he removes the kangan, the earrings, the waist belt while caressing, kissing and nuzzling till she gives in and he joins his lips with hers ...under the stars for eternity...
For a person who doesn't believe in rituals or a sacred bond of marriage, and that person being ASR could've easily ducked at the chance of having a re-marriage. Being a businessman and being the one who exudes power it wouldn't have been a tough task for him to make his and her family agree on his words. But the Arnav who stood before Buaji holding her hand from slapping Khushi is not a businessman, but his Khushi's Arnavji.
If a ruthless ASR hurls abuses on Khushi for evoking feelings in him, then Arnavji is the one who does everything in his capacity to protect his Khushi from all odds and evils.And that's what he did when his paternal grandmother raised a hand on his Khushi's character. He may neither be a believer of rituals nor the marriage bond. But he respected his Khushi's wishes.
He agrees for the marriage.
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Shagun, in Hindu culture, is performed to welcome a member into the family officially as a bride. Renamed according to the tastes of people in different places, this tradition is a regular.
Right when the Raizada's sat back with happy faces after giving gifts to Khushi per tradition and Gupta's content with Khushi being the perfect beautiful shy bride rings the voice of Dadi announcing about Roka and the restrictions on the bride and groom meeting before marriage.
No one would've expected Arnav to enter the scene until he makes his presence felt with a quip. Before we could gush on the Arnav standing there looking devastatingly handsome and throwing a smirk to Khushi, his logical explanation to Dadi's accusations justifying his visit throws light on how he still is the businessman who functions as he desires.
"Nice argument, Nannav." NK said what everyone wanted to say.
In the matter of moments, you see the suave businessman ASR turn into a desperate groom Arnav as he steals his Khushi from the family to have a private chat. Much to the indignation of his grandmother, but he cared less.
But... he couldn't escape the disappointed looks of Khushi as he pulls her into her room. Whenever has Khushi Kumari Gupta's word train stopped? But what she didn't know is Arnav did become a little talkative being beside her.And he became so attuned to Khushi's thoughts and actions that he managed to corner her in her own words.
Khushi couldn't help the blush that heated her face as she declared herself as his. Also she couldn't hide her embarrassment at the tongue slip, as she muttered about her Laadgovernor learning to talk.
What do we say about 'sangat ka asar'?
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The day passes fast as the Roka, or usually known as Engagement, day commences. The bride arrives dressed pretty while the groom stands waiting looking dapper.
As the moment of the day arrives, Arnav stuns us with his knowledge about the engagement. Even if it's from Google, what counts is his interest in fiinding about them.
A moment where we discover that Arnav though doing it for Khushi has knowingly or otherwise is fulfilling rituals meaningfully.
Since Khushi has always been the traditional girl with knowledge about rituals and it's significance, the marriage itself turns into highlighting ASR aka Arnav - the difference between the both being extreme - with little special gestures like how he gets the tikha done from Anjali, then the scared thread (raksha dhaga) that he insists Buaji to tie around his wrist. And who'll miss the little pinch of Arnav as Khushi finds it hard to believe that he's the same Arnav she knew all along.
And what did we say about groom being desperate?! Like on Shagun day, even today he wishes for some alone time with his fianc.
But then he could only stare mesmerized as his fianc right after exchanging rings with him wishes to celebrate her happiness in another way. Dancing.
Though who'll forget the book proposed by Arnav to be written by Khushi Kumari Gupta - 'Singh Raizada' as added by Khushi - when he goes ahead to plant a fourth kiss on her lips after the first three delivered at forehead, right cheek and left cheek respectively after he brings her to the poolside. Alone!
'Romantic moments bigadne ki sau tareeke' (100 ways to ruin romantic moments)
Remember the excuse of Khushi's to stop Arnav?
'Amanji ka phone agaya toh?' (If Amanji calls?) way to kill the mood, Khushi Kumari Gupta.
You heard her stressing 'Singh Raizada'?
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Just like you respect your elders and take their blessings for the marriage, as per tradition we take blessings from our family deities. Kuldevi Pooja.
Love does wonders!
Maybe this is what you'll think when you see ASR oh-so-casually tell his family that he is going to the temple. Upon their weird glares he clarifies saying he's going there to meet Khushi.
But then, once Khushi calls up and tells him the reason behind this ritual, you see the atheist ASR walk up the temple stairs to 'seek permission for their marriage from the goddess'. All he does just so he could fulfill the promise he gave to Khushi. A ritualistic marriage!
The little moments of Khushi signalling him to fold his hands before the idol or helping him take the 'Theertha' signifies us of how a couple grow together. Learning and teaching the other to learn.
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There comes the moment when Khushi starts to feel low before Arnav as she thinks he's going out of the box to make her happy. When getting married isn't atleast present in his dictionary, he agrees for the marriage. Being a atheist, he not only is following all rituals but also entered temple for her.
Khushi Kumari Gupta wants this to be a two way happiness. She may enjoy Arnav's actions to make her happy, but she also wants him to he happy. She choses the obvious route. If ASR can do things for Khushi to make her happy then can't she be the ASR for one day to make him happy?
Inviting him on a date, Khushi tries to do just that when Arnav quickly gets hold of her thoughts and puts them to rest.
'I love you the way you are, Khushi' in simple eight words Arnav itirates that he not only accepts but also want her to stay the way she is and not do out of ordinary to please him.
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Mehendi. This day as a part of the marriage rituals is celebrated to color the bride's hands with wet paste of henna leaves. It's a common word that the darker the shade of Mehendi, the more your partner loves you.
The bride in yellow settles down to get her mehendi done and tells the mehendi artist to write an 'A' signifying her to-be-husband's name. Though the groom couldn't help but tease asking her to write the letters LG instead for she mostly calls him 'Laad Governor'.
The family gets up to share a step on classic 'Mehendi Lagake Rakhna'. Still the bride steals the lime light with her steps teasing the groom on the lyrics.
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Haldi. A paste made of turmeric, sandal wood and rose water, which is applied first on groom and then the same will be applied on bride. Though this ritual is famously said to be done to make the the bride and groom look fresh and fair but it also signifies that the groom has colored his bride.
Usually the bride and the groom's haldi ritual takes place in their respective residences or place of their interest. But then it is Raizada's we have here, who decides it'd be good to celebrate it together. And know who's the happier one?
Ofcourse the groom!
But then the bride doesn't seem too happy like she is supposed to be. Upon Arnav's persuasion on why she is upset, she reveals that he doesn't love her anymore. What the!
The traces of a romantic groom disappear while the same old ASR shows traces as he pulls her back angrily. Still through the trace of anger we can notice the vulnerable being that is simply afraid to lose the person who has come close to him and his heart. His claim that just some mehendi not getting darker won't testify his love for her wakes Khushi from her muse and she asks apology from him. He let the ASR mask slip at that moment and shows us the complete vulnerable side of him. But before he could get close to her, Akash and Payal comes and takes them back to complete the ritual.
With the bride's side and groom's side claiming praises of each other, Arnav and Khushi tries to not miss the chance to stare like two starving souls. Who cannot remember when Arnav stops Anjali only to ask her to apply the haldi same like how they're applying to Khushi. Handful!
The impatient groom makes an entry again as he pulls Khushi into her room after intelligently dodging NK and Akash who holds the dupatta between Arnav and Khushi as a wall.
The room gets steamier and the breathing gets laboured as Arnav celebrates his own Haldi by applying it on his bride himself. Uff!
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Sangeet is basically a music night where the families of both bride and groom come together to dance and enjoy the wedding occasion.
Amidst the family performing for Arnav and Khushi, imitating Arnav and Khushi, the in-love duo imagines themselves on the stage performing. Thanks to NK as he rises to question Arnav who has still not proposed to Khushi. Just when you feel Arnav wouldn't give up even after listening to Khushi complaining, he reaches on stage to please his bride and propose her officially for marriage.
'Love can reduce anyone, do anything' Arnav speaks the words from experience rather.
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Completing all the rituals, the day finally arrives where Khushi will be finally tied down to Arnav, this time around following all rituals and traditions, in a marriage bond. When even the small promises they give to each other starts having significant meanings, the doom still awaits in the background.
All these days hype of Garima, Khushi's adopted mother, being the second woman in Arvind Malik's life, Arnav's father, due to whom Ratna Malik, Arnav's mother, commits suicide is seen coming to an end. Dadi carries the secret with her all these days to finally throw a toss of past secrets, first catch being Arnav. And it's n
It's a moment of absolute dread as you see Khushi on one side happily prepping for the marriage while Arnav other hand goes through the aftershocks of the revelation. Hence, Dadi wins the first toss.
Khushi's denial at Dadi's announcement of Arnav's disinterest in getting married, Garima's cries of plead, Buaji and Shashi's cry on fate and the cries of Raizada from the reopening of past painful wounds makes one believe on the almost non-existent chances of a marriage. Arnav's cry of agony at his mother's garden sets a dilemma of feeling pity or anger.
Until... until we hear Arnav reminisce his mother words.
"It's wrong to punish the flower for the mistake of thrones, Chote."
On a road of darkness, all his light was the flashes of the past he spent with Khushi. Their meet, his abuses, their attraction, his brutality, their promises, his anger, their moments, his happiness, their enjoyment and finally Khushi's unwavering trust on him. That's the moment when his mother's words made perfect sense to Arnav.
Dadi would've decided her victory as she leaves from there, but it's not a story of past and its hatred but the story of love against destiny. Khushi's stubbornness not only wonders the Raizada's but also worries the Gupta's. Not until Khushi's ears ring with his cries of her name does she run out of the wedding hall worried for her Arnav. When Khushi finally accepts defeat seeing the holy fire go off, we see a Arnav make his entry with his forehead bleeding.
When we expect everything to fall back into place you see Arnav accuse Khushi for making him stand in a place where there's only pain, betrayal and hatred. But isn't their love stronger? It is, because even if it's a place of pain, betrayal and hatred, he still stood there knowing only because it's Khushi. His Khushi!
"...par aana toh tha hi". Those simple words declares that Arnav decided to move on from his past to give himself the chance of happiness which he never allowed for himself. The moments that follow happen in a jiffy as Arnav rightfully makes Khushi Kumari Gupta' a Singh Raizada' by tying the knot.
Their marriage makes us aware that a true love can withstand all troubles to emerge out as winner. Just like Arnav and Khushi's love did.
Thinking of her routines and importance of this Mrs. India event she kept herself busy in her Yoga exercise...
His gaze was caught while walking past his French window when a breeze tickled his face. A soft passionate and mesmerizing smile hugs his eyes seeing her across the poolside practicing her yoga. He stood arrested looking at her without blinking. The poolside was lit with a soft light bathing her fragile visage covered in sky blue night dress which was illuminating her beauty along with the soft blue color of reflecting water. A wavy gentle breeze was swaying the plants. She was indeed his brightest star, ravishing him with a soothing touch of life.
She bent forward, sideways and stretched while he stood quietly watching her, stunned, lost, and arrested. His breath caught in his throat while he gulped as always. Her beauty bewitched him, making him lose in her. Suddenly, she slipped, and he was bluntly pulled out of his intense meditation. He ran towards her to hold her to cocoon his Khushi in between his arms as always...
She felt his hands on her, making her steady. Her back brushed with his, their hands intertwined, their breaths collided while their heartbeats merged, beating with a rhythm ...
She can feel his breath fanning her neck making her breathe to suspend for a while. He gently lowered her arms by taking her entire weight on himself. so that she could put her foot down which was elevated on her thigh for a while. Her essence now entangled him as a spell. He was already lost watching her but now her nearness was creating havoc in him
His need for her was overwhelming. He caressingly moved his hands on her bare arm. He basked in his desire for her. How lost he was, how lost she was...Yes, she was HIS ...
He gently cupped her shoulder leaning near her ear and caressed her cheek with a deep kiss. She quivered with his touch which always made her lose in him...
He slowly turned her around, but she stumbled and he held her as always ...keeping her close to his heart. Their eyes were lost in each other defining a perfect Rabba Ve...
This trust and faith that each one has for the other, have grown up boundless. No matter what the day may hold, no matter how many arguments they have throughout the day. At the end of the day, it is this being together that defines them.
Edited by Daenerys. - 6 years ago
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