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Aly was sleeping quietly beside me, cuddling with one arm and leg.
It was time, time for me to take the next step that I was thinking from the past hour, debating with myself that it was the right thing to do.
Once I was sure he was deep in sleep, very slowly I pushed his leg down then his arm. As he was exhausted, so he didn't wake up. I sigh in relief and got up. As I
was getting dressed, I kept looking at his beautiful face.
He was at peace and he had a hint of a smile; it was as if he was having a good dream. I was not smiling because I was leaving in a nightmare and now; I was about to leave him. I looked at his peaceful face once more and stepped out of the room.
I took my handbag and my book from the table and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me as I walked towards the reception.
"Hello, Ma'am." The receptionist greeted me warmly.
"Yes, Hi, there must be a cab arranged to pick me up" I asked him.
"Ma'am, may I please know your name?"
He asked looking at the screen.
"Yes, it should be under the name Bharti?" I answered.
"Yes, Ma'am, there is a cab booked for you, to the international airport." he confirmed.
Bharti had done exactly as I requested her to; She had booked a cab under her name to Airport because even if Aly would want to find me, he couldn't. Also, I knew none of my friends would give him my address.
"Yes, correct," I answer with a smile.
"Please wait here I will call the driver" he said, smiling politely.
He led me to the waiting area, and I sat down on one of the chairs and he left.
Don't think about it' 'Don't think about it'I repeated it as a mantra in my head.
I was trying very hard not to think about him. He was still in his bed, exhausted as last night we both stayed up all night crying, morning busy in Marriage Ceremony, in evening Reception then at midnight fulfilling our fierce desire. No wonder he was sleeping like a dead. Even I should be exhausted, but I'm not, I'm wide awake as if I have drunk ten cups of coffees.
For me, sleep was far away. I didn't want to sleep. It was like someone had stolen my sleep and now I have to suffer and spend the rest of nights alone sleeplessly.
"Ma'am, this way." The receptionist came and pointed me to the exit.
"Thank you," I replied.
"Ma'am your luggage?" he asked confused and tried to look around for a bag.
"Here" Igave him my handbag.
"Rest of the luggage was already gone ahead," I informed him.
He just nodded and walked ahead of me to the Exit.
A swift desire was standing, waiting for me. The receptionist opened the back door of the car for me and I stepped in. I gave him the tip, and the driver started the engine.
As the receptionist left.
"Can you drop me to Versova, my flight has been delayed," I asked the driver.
"Sure, no worries Ma'am just let me know where exactly you want to go," he asked me.
After giving him the location of my house, the car started moving, and I looked outside the window. I remembered all the places where I was with him. I looked at it for one last time.
At the gate where the first time I saw him after nine years,
At the entrance, where I froze when I saw him walking in,
At the cafe and the backyard of the hotel where we stood watching the ocean,
At the parking lot, where he freaked out seeing me dance,
At the terrace where we dance together,
At one of the similar windows, where he is sleeping like an angel,
I looked at the hotel one last time and remembered all these moments that I spent here with him. A lot has changed in these three days. It's my lives most exceptional three days. I will never forget the time
I spent here.
As the driver sped up, I turned behind to see the hotel one final time. And as we went further away, the
hotel disappeared and my vision blurred. I wiped my tears and still continued looking outside.
The ride back home was not as bad I thought it would be, but the worst was yet to come. I was anxious about goinng home alone, scared moreover, I hope that I
don't end up doing something remorseful to myself.
I unlocked the door and stepped in, switched on the lights closed the door behind me and stood there with my back pressed against the door. I wanted the night
to get over; I knew at any moment I would start erying, as I already felt the tears burning in my eyes. I closed my eyes to stop the tears to follow as if it would be of any
help, but still I hoped it would, and then the tears started flowing.
"Why are you crying?" I asked myself loudly.
"You left him, then why does it hurt so much? If you can't be without him then why did you leave him alone? Why did you leave him without a goodbye?" I asked myself loudly as tears rolled off my eyes.
My brain asked me such questions which made the pain unbearable and even worse than it already was. I wanted to shout, wanted to pull my hairs, wanted to yell
SHUT UP.
I squeeze my eyes shut, it hurt, but it was nothing compared to the painnI felt in my heart.
STOP IT"I cried loudly and buried my face in my hands.
After a minute, I opened my eyes and tried to calm myself and started taking deep breaths. I walked towards the fridge and drank some water. I looked at the clock and it showed 3.40 a.m.
Bharti and Avika are coming around 10:00 a.m. to drop my luggage. I continued to take deep breaths and walked towards the bedroom while switching off the lights.
I lied down; Though I was not sleepy, I just wanted to curl up in bed. And as I lay on the bed, I kept staring at the white ceiling and remembering him, remembering when I pulled him in his room along with me.
I closed the door behind him and pushed him at the door and started kissing him again. He placed his hands on either side of my cheeks and slowly bit my lips with
his; softly at first but then roughly, as if he was hungry and eating my lips gave him satisfaction. We continued our kissing in a rhythm; he was biting my upper lip, and
I was biting his lower lip than he pulled my lower lip and I did the same with his upper lip, then with my tongue, I lick it and continue again.
After kissing continues for several minutes his hands moved from my cheeks to my waist and from my waist to downwards;
My heartbeat was already beating fast, but as his hands moved down, my skin was burning where his hands touched. His hands moved all the way to my thighs then with a sudden moment he picked me up
and grabbed me by my thighs and kissed me deeply; and started walking towards the bed.
He carried me all the way to bed, all the while kissing me and very slowly. He placed me down and he lay on top of me. He bit me hard once before stopping and looking
at me. And it caused my lips to swell.
I touched my lower lip with my index figure now and it was still a bit tender. I ran my tongue over it and instantly felt like he was still kissing me. I closed my eyes and started remembering him once again and
moved my hands from my lips to the right side of my neck, where he kissed me deeply.
I still remember the sensation of that kiss.
It felt so intimate that the moment his lips touched my neck and he bit me softly; I feltba jolt of a current run through my body; shaking me.
As I thought about the sensation with my eyes closed, a new desire ran through my body and I moaned unconsciously remembering.
He continued to kiss me there while I press
his body into mine.
He was on top and I could feel his weight over me. Though he was heavy, I liked it and pulled him closer against me. I welcomed his weight as I welcomed his lips on mine.
I left behind everything and he became mny world and nothing else mattered, all I cared was, him and at that moment and I just wanted to kiss him.
This whole experience was so new to me.
The desire to be with him had always been there, I frankly had fantasized about us before in the past, many times over the past nine years, but actually doing it in real life was way too sensual.
For once I shut my brains and let my heart take control and that moment my heart wanted hinm, only
him. My heart had waited for him for a very
long time.
While he was still kissing on my neck, mny body was heating and I couldn't just lay there and do nothing, so I grabbed his hair and pulled his face from my neck to my face and my lips searched for him eagerly. He removed my hairs from my face and kissed me deeply; I moaned.
As we continued our deep kiss, my hands were moving all over his body, from his lower back to his shoulders, I wanted to feel every part of him, then I pushed him a
little harder; he stopped and pulled himself up, away from me. It confuses him; he was kneeling on the bed and I got up and kneeled in front of him with the same position and pressed my lips again with his.
We started kissing again, and he placed his hands around me pressed his body to mine once more and instantly I removed his hand from my waist. He tried to pull away, away from my face but I didn't, I pressed my lips against him; he stopped kissing me back; it confuses him, why did I keep kissing but still didn't allow him to touch me. I continued my kissing and then
slowly I unbuttoned his shirt from the top.
He relaxed and kissed me back. One by one I unbuttoned his shirts and all the time my little finger stroked his bare skin while opening the next. As I touched his bare chest, his breathing was fast and so was mine. And I continued very slowly teasing
him.
Once I was done, I tried to remove the shirt from his shoulder and he moved his hands so that I could, but it was a little difficult to remove, as he was so wide. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes as he removed
it.
I stared at his bare chest from his neck to his abs and from his abs to his V cut. Taking all in, I memorized every cut and every inch of his body. We were close, there was hardly any space between us and I placed my hand on his chest, over his heart. He closed his
eyes and pulled my face close and started kissing me again; I lowered my hand from his chest to his abs and just like the other day I traced the lines between the abs. Then as I moved my hand below his waist over the V-shaped muscle, I scratched it with my nails lightly and at that instant; He pulled me close and twisted me so fast that I
stopped.
Now he laid on his back and I was on top sitting on his torso.
With this again our kiss was interrupted.
He pulled his hands behind his head and stared at me with amusement, smiling lighting. He was waiting for my next move.
As I looked at him, I blushed and buried my
face in my hands.
"Don't," he whispered, and I removed my hands from my face and looked deep into his eyes.
Then very slowly I traced my fingers over his upper body and he closed his eyes, he didn't stop me, but then I stopped and he opened his eye. I looked at those big brown eyes and pulled my t-shirt over my head
and kept looking at him.
His expression changed. He didn't move his eyes; he just
kept staring in my eyes. He was not smiling; He was looking at me with a passion like I was something he desired the most. I froze as I looked into his eyes and he pushed himself up. Now he was in a sitting position
and so was I but on top of him. He pulled my chin down, and I released my lips; I didn't know I had a habit of biting my lips. And then very slowly he placed his hand over my throat and moved his hands downwards very slowly like feathers and I closed my eyes.
He was touching me the same the way I touched him and then he placed both his hands on my waist and kissed me, along with that he suddenly bounced which made me bounce along with him and then I was
again under him and he was on the top and we continued our kiss. He touched me everywhere, and I touched him back. And the rest followed
. And I knew at that pointbthat the desire had won from love.
Even now when I was in my bed away from him, thinking about it made me moan once again. I could still feel him. I remembered his face last time before I left; He was at peace and a hint of a smile was spread on his lips while sleeping as if he was having a beautiful dream. That hour felt more dreamlike than a reality. I will always remember him.
As I remembered his last look, a fresh tear escaped from my eyes and I wiped it as fast as I could, I made the right choice and I have to stick to my decision. I can't go back and change anything now. But I was not done
with him, not yet. I was still not ready to let him go from my head.
I still continued to think about him even though the memory brought the pain with it. But I welcomed it,
as the memory was the only thing left of him. Besides, I knew that it was time to let him go; It was the right thing to do.
"Maybe till morning, I can think about him and then I can start my life fresh again." I asked myself.