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yet another OS especially on behest of Mariam..who wanted one...hope you like it...
Sona asked me write from Khushi's POV too so i have written that as well...do read that too...!!
link at the bottom
Unchained Melody
It had been few days since she had come home to teach Lavanya on daily basis and he had been going crazy trying to avoid her. He had been riled at her condition of not wanting to see his face, in his own home but then he figured, he did not want to see her anyway so that suited him fine. But some or other thing came up and he had to come home.
First was the Janmashtami celebration when he had been called back by his Di and she had accused of being evil. She was literally getting on his nerves. She called him Raakshas. How dared she? But there was still something about her that drew him to her.
Next it had been the food. Lavanya was to make breakfast for him so Khushi had been requested to come early and help Lavanya in learning how to make a mooli -methi ke parathe and serve them to Arnav with Dahi and favorite Vegetable Achaar. And she had come. That had been start of his hunger for her not just her food. She had made most of the food with Lavanya languishing on the platform with her nail file. And the most endearing part was when she had come out with flour smudged on her cheek. He had tried to tell her with sign to remove it but she was one obtuse girl and he had then gone and removed it. He had stunned himself and her but what had been more stunning was the way his body had reacted to her nearness. Her indrawn breath had stirred something within him and he had been lost in those luminous wide eyes.
Then two days back had been a rehash of things he so wanted to forget. Watching her in a saree was a torture that was far worse than being beheaded by the guillotine. He had gone straight into Lavanya's room, assuming Khushi would have left, and hugged her from behind for here was the woman who waiting for him wearing a saree. Especially for the dinner he had planned on taking her out on, with a reluctant approval from Nani. The minute he had touched her he knew it was her and not Lavanya like he had assumed. Her bare midriff to his fingers; was like the invitation that glue made to a love letter to seal it with a kiss. That is what he had wanted to do. He had run his fingers unthinkingly and had heard her breath hitch and she had leaned into him. Oh sweet torture. He had then nuzzled her neck but he could not get enough. So, he had turned her and had seen the blatant desire etched on each feature. The wild wide eyes, the slightly flared nose, the parted lips, the burning cheeks and the quivering chin. He had stared at her lips and was about to kiss her when he had heard Lavanya from the bathroom yelling something and he had broken off. Khushi had scuttled out of the room with her pallo flying enticingly behind her and that had been the end of his days of kidding himself that all he wanted was to stay away from her.
He had then found every reason to be around her and found it amusing and agonizing to watch her avoid him. He had seen the way she moved in opposite direction from him when he came into a room. He had noticed how she found excuse to go to the kitchen or the pooja room or home early. That had been yesterday.
Today, he had come home early and was in his garden near the pool raking the plant and adding fertilizer when she had walked into the pool area. Her anklets announcing her arrival. He had wondered if she knew where her other anklet was. He had then asked her to help him add some water from the can so that he could make the mix right.
As she poured water on his hands, he felt her watching him. He asked once softly to stop adding but she did not seem to have heard. So, he put a hand on hers when she jumped like a cat on hot bricks and splashed some water on him. He had put muddy hand on her and now had stained it.
She yelped her regret but he just looked at her and gave a lopsided smile indicating that he had put mud on her hand too. She had looked down and laughed. Then she had suddenly put her finger in the pot and taken a fistful and ran it on his hand. He had then reacted by taking the water can lying down and poured it over her head. She had screamed and pushed him and he had pulled her with him as his flailing hands caught hers and they had splashed into the pool behind.
Then time stood still. He had immediately remembered a very very wet Khushi in rain, the day he had rescued her from being run over by the car in front of which she had stood like a rabbit caught in headlight. His hand was wound around her waist and it tightened as if not wanting to let her go. She had put her hands on his chest which beat a wild staccato to feel her so close. He brushed the stray strands of her hair away from her face, which were covering her eyes that he wanted to drown in. He pulled her closer and kissed her. Tasting her, with drops of water that instead of satiating him, made him hunger for more. He ran his tongue on her lips and she parted them sighing. He felt himself drown into her as they both sunk under water and be devoured by it as they devoured each other. He had never known feeling of being given the breath of life when he was willing to let it go just to have the taste of her. He felt he was riding on a surf that was about to break and yet he did not mind being thumped against the cliff for the high he had would outweigh the sure death that he faced.
He realised suddenly that this was what he had waited for all his life. This was what love was. And Khushi was the one who made him feel it.
Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers.
Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch
Alone, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine
I need your love
I need your love
God, speed your love to me
Lonely rivers flow to the sea to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely river sigh, wait for me, wait for me
I'll be coming home
Wait for me
Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered, hungered for your touch
Oh, my, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly and time can do so much
Are you still mine, I need your love I need your
love, God speed your love to me.
Take My Breath Away
http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=1772901&TPN=7�
yet another OS especially on behest of Mariam..who wanted one...hope you like it...
Sona asked me write from Khushi's POV too so i have written that as well...do read that too...!!
link at the bottom
Unchained Melody
It had been few days since she had come home to teach Lavanya on daily basis and he had been going crazy trying to avoid her. He had been riled at her condition of not wanting to see his face, in his own home but then he figured, he did not want to see her anyway so that suited him fine. But some or other thing came up and he had to come home.
First was the Janmashtami celebration when he had been called back by his Di and she had accused of being evil. She was literally getting on his nerves. She called him Raakshas. How dared she? But there was still something about her that drew him to her.
Next it had been the food. Lavanya was to make breakfast for him so Khushi had been requested to come early and help Lavanya in learning how to make a mooli -methi ke parathe and serve them to Arnav with Dahi and favorite Vegetable Achaar. And she had come. That had been start of his hunger for her not just her food. She had made most of the food with Lavanya languishing on the platform with her nail file. And the most endearing part was when she had come out with flour smudged on her cheek. He had tried to tell her with sign to remove it but she was one obtuse girl and he had then gone and removed it. He had stunned himself and her but what had been more stunning was the way his body had reacted to her nearness. Her indrawn breath had stirred something within him and he had been lost in those luminous wide eyes.
Then two days back had been a rehash of things he so wanted to forget. Watching her in a saree was a torture that was far worse than being beheaded by the guillotine. He had gone straight into Lavanya's room, assuming Khushi would have left, and hugged her from behind for here was the woman who waiting for him wearing a saree. Especially for the dinner he had planned on taking her out on, with a reluctant approval from Nani. The minute he had touched her he knew it was her and not Lavanya like he had assumed. Her bare midriff to his fingers; was like the invitation that glue made to a love letter to seal it with a kiss. That is what he had wanted to do. He had run his fingers unthinkingly and had heard her breath hitch and she had leaned into him. Oh sweet torture. He had then nuzzled her neck but he could not get enough. So, he had turned her and had seen the blatant desire etched on each feature. The wild wide eyes, the slightly flared nose, the parted lips, the burning cheeks and the quivering chin. He had stared at her lips and was about to kiss her when he had heard Lavanya from the bathroom yelling something and he had broken off. Khushi had scuttled out of the room with her pallo flying enticingly behind her and that had been the end of his days of kidding himself that all he wanted was to stay away from her.
He had then found every reason to be around her and found it amusing and agonizing to watch her avoid him. He had seen the way she moved in opposite direction from him when he came into a room. He had noticed how she found excuse to go to the kitchen or the pooja room or home early. That had been yesterday.
Today, he had come home early and was in his garden near the pool raking the plant and adding fertilizer when she had walked into the pool area. Her anklets announcing her arrival. He had wondered if she knew where her other anklet was. He had then asked her to help him add some water from the can so that he could make the mix right.
As she poured water on his hands, he felt her watching him. He asked once softly to stop adding but she did not seem to have heard. So, he put a hand on hers when she jumped like a cat on hot bricks and splashed some water on him. He had put muddy hand on her and now had stained it.
She yelped her regret but he just looked at her and gave a lopsided smile indicating that he had put mud on her hand too. She had looked down and laughed. Then she had suddenly put her finger in the pot and taken a fistful and ran it on his hand. He had then reacted by taking the water can lying down and poured it over her head. She had screamed and pushed him and he had pulled her with him as his flailing hands caught hers and they had splashed into the pool behind.
Then time stood still. He had immediately remembered a very very wet Khushi in rain, the day he had rescued her from being run over by the car in front of which she had stood like a rabbit caught in headlight. His hand was wound around her waist and it tightened as if not wanting to let her go. She had put her hands on his chest which beat a wild staccato to feel her so close. He brushed the stray strands of her hair away from her face, which were covering her eyes that he wanted to drown in. He pulled her closer and kissed her. Tasting her, with drops of water that instead of satiating him, made him hunger for more. He ran his tongue on her lips and she parted them sighing. He felt himself drown into her as they both sunk under water and be devoured by it as they devoured each other. He had never known feeling of being given the breath of life when he was willing to let it go just to have the taste of her. He felt he was riding on a surf that was about to break and yet he did not mind being thumped against the cliff for the high he had would outweigh the sure death that he faced.
He realised suddenly that this was what he had waited for all his life. This was what love was. And Khushi was the one who made him feel it.
Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers.
Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch
Alone, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine
I need your love
I need your love
God, speed your love to me
Lonely rivers flow to the sea to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely river sigh, wait for me, wait for me
I'll be coming home
Wait for me
Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered, hungered for your touch
Oh, my, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly and time can do so much
Are you still mine, I need your love I need your
love, God speed your love to me.
Take My Breath Away
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