Episode 217

Episode 217

Inflamed

Desires, passion,longing,all arouse among two people when there is a deep connection and you simple just can't let it go.It is like the depth of an ocean and its un-timid nature which doesn't forget touching the feet of the shore either in anger or in dancing.Waves of emotions in a human are just like a un-timid and dauntless ocean and its barbaric nature which remains calm till storm of the uneven moments of this life and circumstances hit it , makes it to roar as a rage throwing every emotion out of norm.Either those emotions are flowing love as inner desires or arousing the fire within just to burn everything with it.

The fight with Khushi and her answer ,"I deserve this then let be..." was more than enough for him to burn himself within which added fire when she said thnx for saving me for not taking me to the honey moon and her refusal to sleep inside.

But what my eyes caught is that Shyam's worries and cares for her and the way that animal showed Arnav how much he cares is what is burning him every second.Shyam's eyes on her is what he wants to snatch away. Her hurting hand is what hurting him.

Must say seeing Mamaji in a driver outfit made everyone speechless but seeing Mamiji his reaction is unbelievable

He has hurt her , he can't live with this pain.He will call her later from abandoned place forgetting his own pain just to apologize her and to tell her that he can't forgive himself because he has to hurt her, he hit her.He simply can't see her in pain, or crying though he says it.

She was hurt, she didn't want to spend night in the same room, his anger , rage, didn't allow him to say sorry, she wasn't talking to him, she wasn't happy...all adding fuel to his turmoil.

            

OK , I will ignore all, this blue decor, Bali Mami,Mona...Mamaji, driver, and all as that was done for bringing them closer and it did work but at the same time , Those EYES of snake were constant at HIS Khushi also bring him closer.Arnav's hiss picked up pace seeing Shyam giving Khushi Roses and smile...Oh ,he was more than done.

"Ok,That's enough, I will be resting in my room..."

He wanted to move away from this taking her away but the family was insisted..

"You have no idea what it means to make someone smile"She answered him over his complaint.He gets pissed but innerly was relieved at least she talked...He repeated twice to get her attention that he will change first..."She deliberately stayed quiet..."Did I say anything?

She is no less.

Here comes the Mr, without his Mrs...but his eyes forget blinking seeing her beauty...and he forgets for a while Shyam was there.She is a breeze to tame this storm of the ocean in him simple.

It was Diwali, The last time he had presented his hand to her ready to receive hers with so much longing and desires.His intoxicated eyes were sensing through his hands.. This time, A tension filled flat hand, rigid, angry like a stubborn child.

With Shifted feet and averted eyes he extends his left hand forward without looking at her, but the moment, Slowly, she glides her fingers over his , his eyes first scanned her hand , before even encircling his large fingers, so he might not hurt her again...and in an instance, his fingers relent even the rest of his body takes time.He looks at her, a lazy blink, his way of apologizing to her, she is new to this, but she feels it and her rise and fall of her chest confirms that she gets it... Immediately responsive, his fingers curls over hers, locking her hand within his palm. Just the mere touch of her fingers pacifies him and her acceptance through her eyes is enough. Their gaze shifts from their clenched hand to their faces.

Her Hazel eyes with a melancholic apprehension with a stalled breath waiting for his next step.Of course he said he will tell her what to do and she has to follow. He blinks finally with a small release of a sigh, accepting the charge.

Di makes both the couples stand on the dancing floor,Now again he was in front of her with extended hands, rigid as could be as she didn't accept his apology fully, she is not smiling...SMILE he needs now...His rock , solid body with resistance and in this outfit is very appealing if you ask ...

What ? He questions fractiously and being edgy

She hesitates. Aggression filled eyes he tugs her towards him hearing her answer,"I don't know what as you have to tell me what to do from now on..."

The last time she had hesitated on Teri Meri, unsure of what to do, he came closer and grasped her hand tugging her back to him making her stop to leave. A Nice touch, even in anger she didn't forget to remind him that lead..."As you always tell me what to do about things, I am kind a used to.and now you are asking? I don't know what to do?/ Absolutely IPK touch.. Even in his anger, his eyes easily give him away and she knows exactly but if he wants her to smile , she wants the same.

His body however speaks a different language. ..A resistance not to let himself fall for her as she is a good actor. His rigid hand speaks of a brazen and defiant language tonight, mind or its own, self willed making it clear that no matter what , no more this spell of yours work on me...

She does see his inner brazen battle and feels it too ... She does see a resistance, anger, rage but she has no clue what is the reason of it...?What she supposed to understand, is it his love, hate what? What does he want me to do? ...Is his eyes saying the truth or his stiff defiant body and attitude... What should I believe? Not finding her answer she simply trusts his eyes as always...

Her eyes looking deeply into his, she slides her hand into his. Her fingers skim over the flesh, feeling him and letting him feel, she knows his body responds to her touch... The moment she touches the mound of Venus ... a symbol of love, sensuality...Yes,She touches it so softly,as she just noticed a couple of seconds ago that how was melting by her touch and gestured his guilty.

.But he is dueling tonight with his inner wars for not falling for her again and her spell bounded beauty and innocence in front of her eyes, so close that he can't get away.He is lost again, he knew that but He fights with every last drop of blood in him.On the contrary his body is doing opposite, enchanted by her already , being enslaved and captivated,completely aroused he took the charge and guides her too.

He slides his fingers over hers, gripping them as the desires took over and tugs her hard towards himself like every inch of his body was kissing hers. She collides into his chest. He leans and warns, "Don't try to weave dreams now"

How can she tie any of her dreams to him, ?"she answers with an equal animus.

They dance. She follows reluctantly. Her eyes averted from his, staring away. He may have given in but he has not surrendered. He noticed her averted gaze and knows that she has no clue that she is being watched by lustful eyes but his moves change.She looks at him feeling that.Oh ,His eyes were spitting fire.

Ferociously, he leads her in a tango just to prove that she is His...a deliberate act. ... She follows every step of his, trusting him. The last time he had surrendered to her, to his own feelings ...His heart wanted her to peek through his soul...It was LOVE oozing out from every action,It was his heart that he had led her with. But not tonight...

Tonight, it is a combustive possession ... Showing Shyam forgetting all, darkly instructive warning for Shyam , with full full bodied ownership.

Two people who could not speak of love but their bodies were communicating openly and soon that warning became an intimate moment that very same way as Teri Meri, but tonight it was not just kissing, not just touching, it was marking territories with love bites, right in front of all, a pure love making.Yes once again the world faded away among two lovers in between their own private moment...

Locking hands and eyes, entangling limbs, holding waist in embrace, molding into each curve, touching and feeling each other, fanning breath over necks, they shared passion,longing,desires and all weaving their dreams within without knowing at all.

Again ,he leads and she follows,but today she is a mirror image of him, he glides and hides her within him possessing her and she simply trusts her as always...He twirls her ,releasing her one time but tugs her back to him and She collides,resting her head against his shoulders gripping him tight...assuring that she is his... His head into her hair, his eyes dart in a eye-opening moment, with a confusion over his actions ...

   

   

A man who never danced,a fellow who is so into his own world, confounded by his own actions ... He simply can't disguise or hide his emotions any more.Everyone is amazed and stunned but ,now they are a couple and no one says a word.

One more moment, he hit himself with the table in this dim light in the room and she reacts soon,"Are you ok?.." He looks up, yes she cares.But she mutters under her breath innocently, good punishment...cute she is.

His mood remains same and romantically decorated bedroom makes him more irritable . His laptop opens, an attempt to distract himself, but fails miserably.

She can't see him in the candle light, but he can. He fumes even with his head over the laptop. ... Angrily over her answer that I know you must be starring in anger,, he blows out that candles and ends up exactly in the situation he had been trying so desperately not to get involved.

A burning match in his hand, he falls on top of her. Her face aglow, her breath catching in her chest inflaming more than ever, she peeks from under her lowered lids. His breathing stilled, he brings the match closer.Oh, the side of his hand touches her bossom ... She is His..His bride, His Khushi ... Her flawless beauty shines like moon ,peaceful he is , yes he is..., her eyes blink and dart in apprehension,but his eyes avert to her lips as always, her lips are softly inviting. His heart arrested, he is caught in a spell with an inflamed heart .Arousing desires, inflamed hearts, inviting night, read roses around enveloping passion...Do they need words, or even bodies to react ...They are incarnating in this passion every second...