The Binding String

F O R T Y - F I V E

"Meri baat sune bina jaaogi?" (Atleast listen me please.) She arched her fine eyebrows seeing him approaching her like a predator.

"Main....sun chuki hoon." (I have heard it.) Ishita stammered somewhere nervous with the mere idea of listening three magical words from him. She tried to walk away but he held her hand and pulled her towards himself making her eyes go wide.

"Mere bina kuch kahe?" He pulled her towards himself all of sudden making her soft body collide against his frame. Her open tresses fell on her face obstructing his view to admire her beautiful face which was glowing more in the silvery moonlight . He smiled softly on her ways to look at him through her heavy eyelashes and wounded his arms around her waist before giving her time to react. "I seriously want to say alot. Sunogi nahi?" She hummed in affirmation like a puppet does and kept looking into his magnetic eyes which were making her drown into him with each passing second. He took his hand on her face and removed her silky locks gently which was blocking his view.

"I'm sorry for all the days when I caused tears in these eyes." He whispered in a deep manly voice and planted kisses on her closed eyelids.

"I promise I will compensate all the days when I hurt you Ishita."

"I know. I trust you Raman." There eyes locked another time and they continued to look at each other in utmost silence. The love does knocked there doors but they were still skeptical with their feelings and emotions. The goosebumps were erupting on Ishita body with each passing second with his constant gaze on her, his silence was still making her curious and anxious. Completed eight years of marriage and running ninth year and still she had no clue of his actions , today she was still excited and curious like old Ishita who used to chew her lips due to excitement with the mere thought of her husband sexual advances. The Raman was no longer man today who needed his wife to satiate his sexual desires but he was a old Raman who often get cold and sweaty palms with the mere thought of approaching his wife.

The act of going physical and the act of making love are two different concept and after years they learnt it.

After marriage the sexual tension between them was just a physical attraction, which every woman have for her man and every man haves for his woman. But after falling in love with that person, the touches and the acts, the intimacy and the closeness starts to make more sense. Until back then whatever transpired between them was an act of lust but today as they came to know about belongings with each other, the night made more sense to them. After finding himself unable to say anything , he smiled nervously at his wife and cupped her face softly. She kept looking at him when he planted another soft kiss on her forehead and rubbed her lower lip with his thumb pad.

Dil yeh chahe teri zulfein choom loon
(My heart desires to kiss your tresses)
Sochta hoon aur tumse kya kahoon
(Im thinking what more I can say to you.)

"There is so much to say but maybe I'm still running out of words. Or maybe I shouldn't say anything at all." There bodies plastered against each other, caressing each other faces with their breaths. She simply rested her head on his chest, covered with her favorite white shirt and wounded her arms around his torso, "then don't say. Just close your eyes and feel the moment." They remained stood in each other arms until the lightening happened leaving her startle. He scooped her in his arms and took her towards bed not removing his eyes from her. In the dark room, her face was glowing with the golden light coming from bedside lamp. He took her left hand in his, peppered kisses on her henna clad palm first and then on her wrist, the maroon bangles she wore soon slid down from her hands and rolled on carpeted floor followed by the bangles in the right hand. Her long hairs kept at one side of shoulder to devour her sweet neck, he nibbled her skin lightly and teased her sweet spots as she likes. The pallu of saree bunched around her shoulder fell on her lap leaving her bare for his eyes. Her body trembled as he touched her naked treasure, her nervous lips quickered in anticipation of a kiss and she kept looking at him. Her long fingers racked around his short hairs as he joined their lips for another kiss making her body rest against headrest and his body inclined on her. Inch by inch her saree undraped from her body and fell out from bed making her blush. He entangled their finger enjoying her reddened cheeks.