Meena let out a long sigh of relief as the plane finally touched down, putting an end to her grueling twenty-hour journey. The thought of a hot shower was like music to her ears, and she eagerly waited for the plane to come to a halt. Pulling out her phone, she quickly sent a message to Aoom: "Hey there! Just landed safely. I'll order an Uber to your place and wait for you there :)"
Securing a four-day leave from Boss had been no small feat. It took a lot of fake tears, pleading, and a touch of manipulation, but between her and Charlotte, they'd managed to pull it off. Now, Meena was more than ready to savor every moment of well-deserved relaxation.
The captain's announcement about the end of the flight and baggage claim went unnoticed by Meena, who didn't have any checked bags to worry about. She stretched carefully, feeling the tension in her muscles begin to ease after hours of being in confiment.
Navigating through the busy airport proved to be a challenge as Meena pushed her way through the crowd, dodging suitcases and weaving through the sea of passengers. With her carry-on bag clutched tightly, she made her way towards the exit, eager to escape the chaos and embrace the tranquility of her destination.
As Meena stepped outside, a refreshing breeze danced around her, lifting her spirits and bringing a smile to her face. With a deft tap on her Uber app, she summoned a ride to Aoom's apartment and settled in to wait outside. Lost in her thoughts, Meena's phone suddenly buzzed with a message from Aoom, her heart fluttering at the sight of her name on the screen. "Can't wait to see you, hopefully they let us out early today :(" the message read, accompanied by a sad emoji.
Meena's smile faded slightly at Aoom's message, she quickly typed out a reply, "Aww, I hope so too! Hang in there, I'll be waiting for you <3," just as she was about to hit send, the sound of her Uber's arrival interrupted her. Meena glanced up, spotting the familiar vehicle pulling up to the curb. With a wistful sigh, she sent off the message to Aoom before tucking her phone away and heading towards the waiting car.
Aoom had let her a key in the lobby of the building, grateful for the gesture, Meena grabbed it and made her way to Aoom's apartment. Entering the unfamiliar space, Meena glanced around curiously, taking in her surroundings. The apartment felt cozy and inviting, yet distinctly Aoom's.
As Meena stepped further into the apartment, she was greeted by the comforting scent of home. It was a scent she found strangely familiar, a blend of spices and warmth that enveloped her in a sense of belonging. Setting down her carry-on on the receiver, Meena took a moment to breathe it all in before making her way to explore. She ventured towards what she hoped was the washroom, her tired muscles yearning for the soothing embrace of hot water.
As she turned on the faucet, steam began to fill the room, enveloping her in a comforting haze. Stepping into the shower, Meena let out a contented sigh as the warm water cascaded over her skin, washing away the fatigue of her long journey. With each droplet that fell, she felt the tension melting away, leaving her feeling rejuvenated and alive.
Lost in the sensation of the water against her skin, Meena's mind wandered, thoughts drifting to Aoom and the evening ahead. She couldn't help but smile at the idea of cooking for her, wanting to prepare something delicious and fulfilling to welcome her home. Exiting the shower, Meena felt a surge of energy as she began to plan out the dinner.
Meena was putting the finishing touches on the table, when the door made a soft click, drawing her attention. Turning around, she was greeted by the sight of Aoom entering with a small bouquet of flowers in her hand. Setting down what she was doing, she hurried over to Aoom, feeling her worries melt away at her sight.
With an instinctive pull, Meena wrapped her arms around Aoom, pulling her close in a tight hug. She could feel Aoom's tension dissolve as they embraced, and with a contented sigh, Meena leaned into Aoom's embrace, her body molding perfectly against Aoom's as if they were two halves of a whole. In that moment, all the uncertainties and anxieties that had plagued them seemed to vanish, replaced by a profound sense of peace, and belonging.
"Hey, Babe," Meena whispered softly against Aoom's chest, her voice filled with affection.
Aoom pulled back slightly, a smile spreading across her face as she met Meena's gaze. "Hi," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with warmth and happiness. Meena couldn't help but return Aoom's smile, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for the woman that held her in her arms.
Without a word, they leaned towards each other, their lips meeting in a soft, hesitant kiss. Without a word, Aoom leaned in, her lips meeting Meena's in a gentle and tender kiss. Meena felt her heart flutter as their lips touched, the familiar sensation of Aoom's soft lips against hers sending shivers down her whole body. Her hands instinctively moved from Aoom's back to cup her face, wanting to feel every inch of her.
Their kiss was slow and unhurried, as if they were both savoring the moment, wanting to make it last forever. Meena could feel Aoom's hands caressing her back while wrapped around her waist, her fingers tracing small circles. She could feel herself melting into Aoom's touch, her body responding to her every move.
As they pulled away, both women were left breathless and smiling. Meena couldn't help but run her fingers through Aoom's hair, her eyes taking in every detail of her face. She had missed her so much. Aoom couldn't help but notice the pleasant scent that seemed to linger around Meena, and with a curious smile, she leaned in closer, inhaling deeply.
"What is that wonderful smell?" Aoom asked, her voice tinged with curiosity as she looked at Meena with twinkling eyes.
Meena returned Aoom's smile, her own eyes sparkling with affection. "I made you a little something something," she replied coyly, extending an invitation for Aoom to join her in the next room. With a laugh, she eagerly accepted the invitation to her own living room.
The table was set beautifully, with plates of steaming food that looked and smelled absolutely delicious. Aoom couldn't believe her eyes. She had been living off microwave meals and takeout for the past month, barely finding the time to eat between her chaotic schedule.
Meena pulled out a chair for Aoom to sit and gestured for her to start eating. Aoom couldn't wait any longer and eagerly dug into the food. As she took her first bite, her eyes closed in pure bliss. The flavors exploded in her mouth, and she couldn't help but let out a moan of satisfaction.
"This is amazing!" Aoom exclaimed, her words muffled by a mouthful of food. "I can't believe how good this tastes. I've missed home-cooked meals so much."
"Thank you, Meena," Aoom said with a grateful smile. "This means a lot to me."
"Aoom, I think you missed good food more than you missed me," Meena joked, her tone light and teasing. "I mean, look at you, practically inhaling it."
Aoom paused mid-bite, her eyes widening in pretend indignation. "Hey now, don't be ridiculous," she retorted playfully, her mouth still full of food. "I cannot eat you, no matter how delicious you look."
Meena laughed at Aoom's response, her heart swelling for the woman before her. "Are you sure about that?" she teased, leaning in closer with a flirtatious smile. "I'm pretty sure I make a tasty treat."
Aoom rolled her eyes with a laugh, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "Oh, you think you're so smooth, don't you?" she replied, her lips curling into a smile. "But sorry, Meena, you're more of a sweet dessert kind of thing."
Meena giggled at Aoom's remarks, thankful for the connection they had. "Well, in that case," she remarked with a smirk. "I guess you'll just have to save room for dessert later."
Aoom grinned in response, a playful spark in her eyes. "Oh, let me see, I think I can make some room," she replied with a suggestive raise of her eyebrow while wetting her lips.
Their teasing eased into a comfortable silence as they finished their meal, the warmth of their connection filling the space between them. Aoom reached across the table, gently squeezing Meena's hand in a silent gesture of love and gratitude. "Thank you, Meena," Aoom said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "This meal was wonderful, but being with you is even better."
Aoom glanced at the time on her phone, realizing how late it was getting. "I think I'm going to take a quick shower," she said, pushing her chair back from the table. "Do you want to watch a movie afterwards?"
"Sounds great," Meena replied, nodding enthusiastically, "I'll pick one out while you shower."
As Aoom disappeared into the bathroom, Meena busied herself with setting up the movie. By the time Aoom emerged, towel wrapped around her hair, the opening credits were rolling on the screen. Without a word, Aoom joined Meena on the couch, snuggling up next to her and resting her head on Meena's shoulder. Meena wrapped her arm around Aoom, pulling her closer and placing a gentle kiss on top of her head.
Feeling the warmth of Aoom's embrace, Meena turned to bury her face in the crook of her neck, relishing in thhere comforting scent. In that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the television screen and the steady rhythm of Aoom's heartbeat, Meena felt an overwhelming sense of peace wash over her.
They sat there in silence for a few moments, watching the movie and taking in the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace. Aoom could feel her heart beating faster and faster, and she knew it was time to have that serious conversation with Meena.
Taking a deep breath, Aoom turned to face Meena, her gaze steady and determined. "Meena," she began, her voice soft but firm. "I know we've been taking things slow, but there's something important I need to talk to you about."
Meena turned to face her, pausing the movie and giving Aoom her full attention. The seriousness in Aoom's tone made her heart skip a beat, and she braced herself for whatever was to come. "Of course, Aoom," Meena replied.
Aoom's voice wavered slightly as she spoke, her words heavy with emotion. "I'm sorry for springing this on you so suddenly," she began, her eyes filled with remorse. "But we need to talk, Meena. We need to be honest with each other, and we need to be on the same page." With a shaky breath, Meena nodded for Aoom to continue, steeling herself for what was to come.
"Meena," Aoom continued, her voice soft but filled with intensity, "I love you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. I've even imagined leaving everything behind and starting anew with you. But life isn't that simple." She paused, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "I know I told you not to wait for me, to go live your life," Aoom continued, her voice tinged with regret, "but the truth is, we're both clearly holding back. We're not living life to its fullest, Meena. And it's not fair to either of us."
The weight of Aoom's words hung heavy in the air between them, suffocating Meena with their raw honesty. She felt as though the ground had been ripped out from beneath her feet, leaving her teetering on the edge of an abyss. Aoom reached out to take Meena's hand in hers, her touch gentle yet firm.
"Meena, I need to know," Aoom said, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and hope. "What are your goals? What do you envision for your life? And where do you see us fitting into that picture? Are we just friends, or is there something more between us? I need to understand where we stand, Meena, because I can't keep living in this state of uncertainty."
Meena's heart clenched at Aoom's probing questions, her mind swirling with a torrent of conflicting emotions. She had never really stated her aspirations and goals, let alone thought how they may fit into a future with Aoom.
"I... I don't know," Meena eventually acknowledged, her voice trembling with doubt. "I've never really thought about it... about what I want..." She looked down at their intertwined hands, feeling guilty for not having a clear answer to Aoom's concerns, "I want you," she said finally.
Aoom's gaze softened as she listened to Meena's words, her heart aching with a bittersweet mix of love and sorrow. She reached out to gently cup Meena's tear-streaked face, her touch tender and full of compassion.
"I want you too, Meena," Aoom whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "More than anything." But even as she spoke the words, Aoom knew deep down that she couldn't be everything in Meena's life. She couldn't fulfill all of her hopes and dreams, nor could she provide the clarity and certainty that Meena so desperately craved.
Tears welled up in Aoom's eyes as she realized the depth of their predicament. They were both yearning for something more, something beyond the confines of their current relationship, but they were trapped in a cycle of uncertainty and fear.
"No, Aoom," Meena's voice held a resolute tone, cutting through the air with a clarity that demanded attention. Her words carried a weight of conviction, as if she had been harboring this truth deep within her for far too long. "I want you," she reiterated, each syllable imbued with a sense of unwavering certainty that left no room for doubt. The depth of her declaration resonated with a sincerity.
"I've never been so sure about anything in my life," Meena continued, her voice softening slightly as she laid bare her heart's deepest desires. The vulnerability in her words was palpable, a raw honesty that exposed the depths of her soul. "And while I'm not saying you're the only thing I want in my life," she paused, her gaze locking with Aoom's, "I want to share everything with you."
Aoom found herself caught in a rush of emotions, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to process the enormity of what Meena was saying. She couldn't have imagined that Meena might have such strong feelings for her, yet here she was, unveiling her heart for Aoom to behold.
"But I'm not sure you do too," Meena's voice trembled, her tone filled with doubt. Her words lingered in the air, revealing her vulnerability as she exposed her innermost fears and uncertainties. The flicker of hesitation in her eyes reflected the emotions swirling within Aoom, stirring up conflicting feelings that loomed over them like a dark cloud.
Perplexed, Aoom blinked in disbelief, her mind racing to make sense of Meena's words. "I don't understand," she admitted, her voice trembling with uncertainty as she sought clarification from Meena.
"Aoom," she began, her tone heavy with emotion, "we've only been apart for a month, and yet you're already flirting and... doing God knows what with other people. I just can't wrap my head around it."
With a deep breath to steady herself, Meena continued, her eyes pleading for understanding. "You ask about my dreams, my aspirations, but it feels like you're seeking something more, something I can't give you from miles away." The ache in her voice was palpable.
Aoom's expression changed, her own eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she reached out to grasp Meena's trembling hand. "Meena, it's not how you think," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I... I missed you so much. Everything here feels so cold, so empty without you. I was just... trying to fill the void, to distract myself from your absence."
"That's bullshit, Aoom," Meena spat, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "You told me not to wait for you, to go live my life. And now you expect me to believe that you were just... what? Passing the time? Distracting yourself?"
Meena fixed Aoom with a steady gaze, her expression resolute. "You still have more than four months here, Aoom," she continued, her voice firm. "Do you know how many people are going to flirt with you in those four months? Babe, you're beautiful, but I think you're too much for me." Her words hung heavy in the air.
Tears streamed down Aoom's cheeks as she struggled to find the appropriate words to explain what was screaming inside her. "I know I asked you not to wait for me," she murmured, her voice trembling with the weight of her tears. "But that didn't mean I stopped waiting for you, or that I stopped needing you." She paused to calm herself, taking a steadying breath before continuing. "Meena, when I urged you not to wait for me, it was because I wanted you to embrace life fully, to pursue your dreams without feeling bound to me. I wanted to hear about your happiness, to see you thrive and achieve your goals," she finished looking at Meena with sincerity.
"I understand, Aoom," Meena said softly, "I know you wanted me to live my life and follow my dreams, and I appreciate that. But it's not just about waiting for you... it's about feeling like I'm not enough for you."
Aoom's tears flowed unrestricted as she reached out to hold Meena's hand, her touch tender and appealing. "Meena, you are more than enough," she said, her voice shaking with devotion. "You're everything to me. I never wanted to make you believe you weren't".
Meena's gaze softened as she looked into Aoom's tear-filled eyes, "I want to believe you, Aoom," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's hard when I feel like I'm constantly fighting for a place in your life."
Meena's words felt like a dagger to Aoom's heart, the weight of it crushing her spirit. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart as she watched Meena's expression, her walls rising higher with each passing moment. "I understand if you can't forgive me," Aoom whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "But please... don't give up on us. On what we have together."
"Did you fuck her?" Meena's words were sharp and filled with venom as she confronted Aoom, her then teary eyes, now burning with rage. Aoom's heart sank at the accusation, her mind racing to come up with an explanation, but before she could even begin to form the words, Meena's voice cut through the air once again.
"Answer me," Meena demanded, her voice slicing through the tension like a razor-sharp blade.
Aoom flinched at the intensity in her voice, feeling the weight of her words crashing down upon her. She tried to speak, to explain, "Meena, what?, just listen-" she began, her voice infused with desperation, but Meena's glare silenced her before she could continue.
Just as Aoom opened her mouth to respond, Meena surged forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Aoom's words died on her tongue as she melted into the kiss, the heat of Meena's lips branding her soul. Meena's anger and frustration poured into the kiss, her lips moving against Aoom's with a fierce hunger.
She pulled Aoom closer, her hands gripping onto her hair, tugging at the strands. Aoom moaned into the kiss, unable to resist the intense desire that Meena ignited within her. Her hands trailed down Meena's body, feeling the soft curves and dips of her skin, wanting to explore every inch of her.
For a brief moment, their lips parted, gasping for air, but then they were back at it again, their tongues dueling in a heated battle. Aoom's hands moved lower, cupping Meena's butt and pulling her closer, grinding against her. Their movements became rough and urgent, their breathing heavy and erratic. Aoom's hands roamed over Meena's back, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. Meena's nails dug into Aoom's skin, leaving marks on the back of her neck.
Meena's kisses became rougher, her teeth nipping at Aoom's bottom lip before delving into her mouth. The pain mingled with pleasure, making Aoom moan and arch her back in response. Her hands trailed down Aoom's body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She could feel Aoom's body responding to her touch, her skin growing hot and her breathing becoming heavier.
"Meena... I..." Aoom attempted to speak, but Meena silenced her with a gentle graze of her lips against Aoom's earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. Aoom could only manage a soft moan in response.
"Stand up," Meena said, her voice firm yet filled with an unmistakable intensity. Aoom glanced at her, half expecting her to be joking, but Meena's expression left no room for doubt. "Whatever you want to tell me, stand up and tell me. This is your opportunity," Meena reiterated.
Aoom pushed Meena of her lap and stood up, waiting for the other woman to join her. As soon as she was on her feet, Aoom spoke, "I didn't fuck her, hell, I didn't even kiss her," Aoom blurted out, her words pouring forth without hesitation. "Because the only thing on my mind was you."
Meena pushed Aoom back onto the couch, pinning her hands above her head. Aoom could feel the strength in Meena's grip, as she leaned in closer, her hot breath against Aoom's ear, and it only turned her on more.
"And how do I know you're not lying?" Meena asked, her voice low and commanding.
Aoom's lips curled into a smirk, despite her position. "Are you seeing the state that you have me right now?" she replied, trying to regulate her breath. Meena's gaze swept over Aoom's trembling form, taking in the rise and fall of her chest, the rapid pace of her breath. She noticed the dilation of Aoom's pupils, the dark intensity in her eyes, and felt a surge of electricity course through her veins.
Suddenly, Meena stood up from Aoom's lap and walked towards the other side of the couch. She sat down, her legs spread open, and gestured for Aoom to come to her. Aoom hesitated for a moment, but the deepness in Meena's eyes was too strong to resist.
As soon as Aoom was close enough, Meena pulled her down onto her lap, her hands roughly gripping Aoom's waist. She kissed her fiercely, her tongue exploring every inch of Aoom's mouth. Aoom moaned into the kiss, her body responding to Meena's roughness.
Meena's hands traveled down to Aoom's thighs, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she pulled Aoom closer, grinding against her. Aoom couldn't help but let out a whimper, her body craving more of Meena's touch. Meena trailed her kisses down Aoom's neck, leaving small marks along the way. Aoom's hands gripped onto Meena's shoulders, her nails digging into her skin as she tried to control the overwhelming pleasure.
Meena could feel Aoom responding to her touch, her hips grinding against Meena's in a desperate need for more. But Meena wasn't finished yet. She pulled back from Aoom, her lips swollen and bruised from their rough makeout session. "You like this, don't you?" she taunted, her voice laced with a hint of malice.
Aoom's eyes flashed with desire as she slowly nodded, unable to form a coherent response. She was completely under Meena's control, and it both terrified and excited her. With each touch, Aoom's body grew more and more sensitive, her desire building to an unbearable level. She couldn't take it anymore, she needed Meena to touch her, to take her over the edge.
Meena's hands traveled from Aoom's thighs to her back, pulling her even closer and urging her on. Aoom let out a low grunt, her own desire reaching a fever pitch as she increased the pressure of her movements. But just as things were about to escalate, Meena suddenly grabbed Aoom's butt and stopped her, their bodies still pressed together, "Not yet," she whispered, winking at Aoom.
Meena slowly slid her hands under Aoom's shirt, taking it off and then tracing her fingers along Aoom's waist before moving up to her abdomen. Aoom's body reacted to Meena's touch, her muscles tensing under her fingertips. She couldn't help but let out a low moan as Meena's lips followed the path of her fingers, leaving a trail of kisses and bites along her stomach.
As Meena made her way up, Aoom felt a mix of emotions overwhelming her. Desire pulsed through her veins, mingling with the lingering guilt and fear that gnawed at her conscience. She knew Meena was still harboring resentment, and the tension between them crackled like electricity. Yet, the pull of Meena's touch was undeniable, tempting her to surrender to the moment.
But just as Meena's lips hovered tantalizingly close to her chest, Aoom's determination surged. With a surge of confidence, she found her voice, cutting through the charged air with a firm instruction. "Stop," she said, her tone clear and steady. Meena, respectful, withdrew immediately, her expression reflecting understanding rather than disappointment.
In that brief pause, Aoom couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, yearning for the warmth of Meena's embrace. Yet, she knew that indulging in such desires would only prolong the inevitable. They needed to confront the issues between them, to address the rift that threatened to tear them apart. With a heavy sigh, Aoom prepared herself for the difficult conversation ahead, steeling her resolve for the sake of their relationship.
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Whoops! Sorry... sorta... I think hahah. Got to do it for the plot, thanks for sticking around <3