The Fugitive Love dance! (शोर्ट फिक्शन)
He does not like to wait। And yet he waits. This streak with a combination of good looks is deadly. We met through common friends and never looked back. His passion is satisfying and yet his intensity is equally frightening.
Our parents were ecstatic since the long wait and endless arguments over marriage proposals had after all borne fruits।
Today is the engagement and my love wants to meet me in private before the ceremony। He loves living dangerously and I’m becoming a sucker to such streaks myself. Guilty by association I guess! :)
It's an ancient temple where we’re getting engaged। A crowded affair and the peril of sneaking a rendezvous seems like utter madness. And yet the longing is building up. The butterfly in my stomach seems to flutter quite wildly as I leave the company of my folks on the pretext of tiding my saree drapes along with my friend Maitri. She escorts me to the far end where he’s waiting looking tall and handsome in his traditional Lucknowi silk kurta with a slender box in his hand.
He quickly pulls me behind a pillar away from Maitree’s inquisitive eyes and wraps his arms around me looking mischievous like a kid with the stolen fruit। My protests of spoiling the neat drapes falls on deaf ears as the combination of his warm hands and something cold touches my hips. His lips have trapped me firmly and I’m feeling this juvenile flutter of mindless joy and the cold tingling sensation keeps tugging me back to my senses. As Maitree signals about someone approaching, he leaves me breathless dashing off blowing a kiss that makes me weak in my knees.
The cold feeling again! This time I look down and see a beautiful thin gold waist band clinging to my body possessively।
© Buntysbanter 2008
Our parents were ecstatic since the long wait and endless arguments over marriage proposals had after all borne fruits।
Today is the engagement and my love wants to meet me in private before the ceremony। He loves living dangerously and I’m becoming a sucker to such streaks myself. Guilty by association I guess! :)
It's an ancient temple where we’re getting engaged। A crowded affair and the peril of sneaking a rendezvous seems like utter madness. And yet the longing is building up. The butterfly in my stomach seems to flutter quite wildly as I leave the company of my folks on the pretext of tiding my saree drapes along with my friend Maitri. She escorts me to the far end where he’s waiting looking tall and handsome in his traditional Lucknowi silk kurta with a slender box in his hand.
He quickly pulls me behind a pillar away from Maitree’s inquisitive eyes and wraps his arms around me looking mischievous like a kid with the stolen fruit। My protests of spoiling the neat drapes falls on deaf ears as the combination of his warm hands and something cold touches my hips. His lips have trapped me firmly and I’m feeling this juvenile flutter of mindless joy and the cold tingling sensation keeps tugging me back to my senses. As Maitree signals about someone approaching, he leaves me breathless dashing off blowing a kiss that makes me weak in my knees.
The cold feeling again! This time I look down and see a beautiful thin gold waist band clinging to my body possessively।
© Buntysbanter 2008
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