Falak Tak

Prologue

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Welcome to the story I always wished to read but never found so I made one myself. Hope you enjoy this book as mush as I had fun writing this!

Stolen glimpses, un-whispered confessions and indiscriminate bottled up feelings combusted to color passion the deepest shade of red.

Falak Tak...

I can't deny the attraction any longer. It was palpable like static in air. I felt my throat close up with all the unsaid words and unexpressed emotions ready to burst out. All rational thoughts floated away from my mind as I could only think of running away.

I try to look away—then his hand clamps my wrist.

A gasp escapes me. I scan for witnesses. "Wha—what are you doing? Let go, please." My voice scrambles; his grip doesn't.

Instead of paying heed to my words he stepped closer to me, his eyes visibly turning darker making me take a step back only to feel the sturdy wall stumbling into my back freezing me on spot.

"This... this isn't right, Bhai-" Shushing me with a finger hovering above my trembling lips he looked a little daunting.

"Are you still going to call me that?" His face approached mine slowly with each word spoken until our noses were one finger shy of touching. My eyes shut tightly involuntarily as a whimper left me. His breath ghosts my lips as the inward struggle continued rampaging within me. I put my hands on his chest in an attempt to push him off but he didn't even budge.

"Cute of you to think you could move me," he murmured, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Letting out an amused chuckled he said in a low voice. My heart couldn't be anymore arrhythmic as it galloped faster than a horse.

"Answer me Falak. Do you feel this? Tell me I'm not alone," Caging me with his one hand on the wall and another lightly over my waist he gently asked of me.

He was always Ayra's brother. Off-limits. Untouchable. Unreachable. And yet... here he was, looking at me like nothing else mattered.

Shivers ran down one after another as my body blazed hot just with his one touch. This felt so wrong but right at the same time.

"Please—someone could see. We shouldn't—" I said breathlessly as I pushed his hand away with my fingertips that was resting on my waist and angled my body away from his towering frame, feeling all kinds of warning signals go off inside my overdrove brain.

He encircled his hands around me in defiance and pulled our bodies flush together, melting my resistance and making my body go limp in his safe hold as the sheer disbelief of the situation was unable to settle with me.

"Then let them see," he murmurs. "I don't want to hide this. Look at me, Falak. Tell me the truth." He prompted hypnotizingly demanding undivided attention of the 30 trillion cells of my body.

"Stop me before I do something I can't undo." His voice breaks at the end—vulnerable and fierce—and suddenly every careful decision I'd been keeping intact begins to splinter.

!!!DISCLAIMER!!!

THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY MY OWN IMAGINATION. FACTS STATED ABOUT RELIGION AND CUSTOMS IN THIS STORY ARE NOT 100% TRUE AS IT IS BASED ON WITH LITTLE RESEARCH.