Zephyr vs Tempest #CTA2017

CHAPTER 35

She was thinking of that night. Thinking of her Sanskar.

"Try Mr Husband... and I'm all yours." His lips crushed hers. "Marry me, Nymph."

The world around them had faded. All those hoots, catcalls or the bloodstained evidence of the battle were cast aside. Two sets of drum rolls had picked up the pace, the sole music playing in her jukebox. She looked up from his chest, tears glistening, grinning like a blissful idiot. "Hm, not a proposal then. Can't say I'm charmed by your dictatorship, Mr Rathore. You make me want to rebel. Although, I.."

"Don't play with me, Swara." He fisted her hair, his voice grated as he forced her to meet his gaze, to see the desperation and desire in them. "Will. You. Marry. Me?"

And she did. "I was going to say yes anyway." She laughed, deliriously.

"Thank God." He sighed in relief and any gap between them had been gone. Nothing else mattered. Not the crowd, nor the chaos.

How could they, when their match had been made in mayhem?

She shrieked in surprise, sensing the sudden invasion. Sneakily he came onto her, nuzzled the creamy expanse of Swara's neck. Element of shock left her body as recognition set in.Her  back slackened against his chest and Sanskar chuckled in amusement.

"I need to breathe the same air you breathe in. I want to see you whenever I open my eyes. Night or day, no matter when my body stretches in bed, I want my arm to touch you, as soon as possible." He looked like a sleep deprived devil at that night, as he rushed into her bedroom. With the might of his deadly charm, he bullied her to accept an advanced wedding date.

"Scared of me, my love?" She elbowed him in mock anger. Unfazed of that cute attack, he dipped his face closer, delved into deeper, his hands untangled the thick masses of ebony silk from her fancy fishtail braid, loosened petals showered all over the floor. "You should be. When Viv sent your photos, I wanted to carry you right away. You in those flowers..." he kissed on the headpiece, "... looking this tempting, like a sunflower waiting to be kissed by the sun..." he traced the outline the neckline of the yellow top embellished in mirror and thread works, she sucked in a deep breath.

More petals fell on the floor.

"Go away, Sanskar. Our moms will kick you out of this world if they find you here." She frantically look at the door. As if in cue, Sujata's voice floated in distance, ushering Swara to squirm more.

Spun around, pins undone, dupatta left her frame. An oasis in front his perched vision. Sanskar couldn't get enough of her.

Darkened eyes, fervent passion.

"Nice try, but I had never been the obedient one. Mom could yell at her heart's content. But,but all I care about is having you.." Arms of his brought her closer. "... touching  you." Leaning face to face, he shared his share of turmeric on hers, palm rubbed the yellow paste on her flawless  stomach. A soft moan escaped her lips. Eyes closed awaiting for what his mouth was gonna do to hers...

"You are mistaken. Sunny went out for an errand, not sniffing around your darling Bahu." Vivek's loud voice drew them out of their dreamy haze. "Not every groom is filmy like your husband."

Sujata's smack followed by a loud "Ouch!" was heard. Sanskar places a quick peck and ran to the balcony.

"That's my signal. Brace yourself for tomorrow, Nymph. You'll wear my signs, be my wife and then I'll consume you so completely that you won't recognize yourself anymore. Until then, good bye, princess."

And he jumped down on cornice and vanished.

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Flowers and chandelier. Hymns and holy fire. She was an angel in her ruby red trousseau, he was her Prince Charming on the way to swept her away. Round and round the sacred flames, vows meant to last for more than many lifetimes he touched her forehead with the red sign of eternal belonging.