It's said that a heart that has been bruised once cannot heal again. Is the adage "love cannot happen twice" true? When a heart yearns to be with someone even after it has been betrayed. Someone capable of mending your heart. Someone who desires to hold you and give you a sense of belonging. Someone who will reassure you of your support. What if, however, that someone is also the one who broke your heart the first time around, and your heart still beats for them?
As the vibrant hues of traditional attire fill the room, a girl sits amidst a circle of women, the air alive with the rhythmic beats of celebration. Yet, her eyes betray a storm of emotions, distant and somber. Surrounded by the joyous chatter of the mehndi ceremony, she finds herself lost in memories of a past she can't escape. Each stroke of henna on her skin awakens echoes of moments cherished and lost, and her gaze grows distant as tears threaten to spill, revealing the weight of untold sorrow etched within her soul.
Hemadri closed her eyes, she traveled to a close beautiful memory that she had shared with someone. She remembered how bold she had ever been and even at present she was a tough girl one who knew to fight everyone who came in her way. The only one whom she couldn't fight was her heart, once which belonged to someone. Someone who had promised to love her deeply and the one who didn't fulfill the promise. But was he all at fault? Wasn't she a part of it? Didn't she accept the tie up as transactional initially? Didn't she want the same? Why was her heart longing for him today when she had left him?
She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the warmth of recollection. In her mind's eye, she saw him—the love of her life, her husband—standing before her with a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. She felt the familiar sensation of his arms wrapped around her, drawing her close in an embrace that spoke volumes without uttering a word. The memory of their passionate moments flooded her senses, igniting a fire within her soul that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns.
She recalled the way his lips would brush against hers, sending shivers down her spine and setting her heart ablaze with desire. Every touch, every caress, was etched into the fabric of her being, a testament to the depth of their love and the intimacy they shared.
In that moment, Hemadri was transported back to a time when the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them intertwined in a dance of passion and devotion. The memory enveloped her like a warm blanket, wrapping her in a cocoon of blissful nostalgia.
The priest pronounced them husband and wife after the conclusion of the wedding ceremony. They accepted the blessings from their parents and the elders, amid much applause from everyone. Gradually, guests and friends began to congratulate them and had their photos taken.
The groom gazed at her 'wife'. For him tonight, she was the epitome of beauty. This day had been awaited for him. She saw the twinkle in his eyes, and a hesitant smile crept across her face. For the first time in a long time, she flushed. This gleam, this satisfaction on his face, she knew where it came from.
He turned to face the enormous queue of people who were waiting to congratulate them. With a heavy breath, he gripped her wrist tenderly.
"Pandit ji, is this all over, is she my wife now?" He asked, his heart filled with excitement and desire.
The priest answered, "Yes, son, she is all yours," without realising that a cheeky notion was racing through his head.
Hemadri reddened more as the groom grinned, realising that this was the moment he had been waiting for. The time that he had eagerly anticipated for a furious four months. She was aware of his enthusiasm and could see the need in his gaze.
He looked around and then as nobody had anticipated except for Hemadri, he lifted her right away in front of thousands of people. She smiled broadly, but her cheeks were also flushed. No one had anticipated this, so they could hear the guests hooting. He pulled her from the mandap and wrapped her in his arms.
He took her to the hotel's opulent honeymoon suite, unconcerned about what other people thought of him. Everyone's eyes were open at this action of his.
She put her arms around him as soon as he walked into the room. The space was exquisitely adorned with lilies, roses, and orchids. And to top it all off, aromatic candles were lighted across the space. All of it was planned by the stunning bride, Hemadri.
The two were staring at one another with a fresh sparkle in their eyes. Their wait was finally ended. She giggled as he laid her on the bed. He swiftly pushed the "do not disturb" button that was situated on the side table next to the bed. Hemadri lifted her hand and waved his headgear aside, earning him an embarrassed grin. She reached for his Sherwani's buttons, but he stopped her hand and nodded for her to stop interrupting him. He grasped her wrists with both hands.
Hemadri was aware that her husband would eventually lose his composure. She made the decision to give in to him. He leaned in to plant his lips on hers as she closed her eyes. Her soft lips felt like petals against his, and he had been waiting a long time for this moment. He kissed her tenderly at first, then began to ravel her mouth as his tongue slid in. He gave her a passionate kiss. Her hair was entwined around his fingers. As they drew nearer and closer, their breaths blended in the quiet air, drawn inexorably to one other's warmth. Their bodies crushed together in a desperate embrace, hands entwined in tangles of hair. Lost in the seductive beat of their mutual passion, they drank deeply from the fountain of desire with every breath. They were left stunned after he kissed her.
"I didn't know you were so eager" Hemadri commented mischievously at him.
"Let me to express my excitement to you," he answered, grinning broadly and gleaming his eyes.
Slowly he took off the chunni from her head, taking off the pins from her juda. Hemadri noticed that he was growing agitated and laughed a little. His tolerance was being tried by several pins that were attached to her juda. She stopped laughing when he gave her a frown.
She mumbled, "Sorry," but he nodded and put his lips on hers once more, giving her a passionate kiss while taking out the pins.
Once her hair was undone, he took no time in tossing off the Sherwani. He gently caressed her cheek and then clenched her jaw placing hard kisses down her jawline. His hand went behind her back as he undid the knot of her blouse. He didn't allow it to slip off. He rather slipped his hand inside the blouse and pressed her mound with one hand and with the other he lifted the lehenga.
His warmth caused Hemadri to breathe deeply which increased his level of arousal. He took off his pyjamas so she could feel his member.
"Don't tease me hubby" she said softly but he was on to it. Today was his day, his part of the deal.
He started kissing her cleavage and worked his way down to her mounds, letting the garment fall naturally. He picked at the sore buds as he tightly gripped her nipples with his thumbs and fingers. She groaned, squeezing her thighs together to relieve the growing pain between them. He began sucking her, and she could feel the moisture of his mouth on her peaks. She moaned again as he softly clenched it.
The material beneath her lehenga allowed her to feel his member between her legs. He was playing with her mounds when she realised that one of his hands slipped under the fabric of her bottoms. She groaned, and he chuckled as he felt the wetness on her creases.
"Somebody is wet?" With a sparkle in his eyes, he inquired.
"Not enough for you?" She asked mischievously.
""It's the best thing ever, it's more than enough," he remarked, running his fingers over her wetness. He played with her entrance and kept stroking it.
She pleaded, "Stop that teasing!" but he nodded casually. He spread her legs and gave her a slow, navel-touching kiss. She moaned in delight as he pulled down her panties and planted his lips on her folds. His tongue making way through her slit.
"Enough of it, I want you now!" She moaned in pleasure.
With a sly smile, he whispered to her, "Now you are ready for me." He approached her mouth once again and locked the lips to give her another intense kiss. His arousal managed to elude her. He intertwined her fingers with his own. His hand gripped her wrist.
He could hear her bangles tinkling as he spent more and more time inside her. As he dug deeper into her, she felt a thunderclap of sensations. Her wrist full of bangles was sounding like music to his ears as he worked up and down. Her groans grew louder as the rhythm of the bangles accelerated, and he was ecstatic to hear them, moving harder and faster. He accelerated until they got to the highest point. At the zenith of their pleasure, a smile drifted across her lips.
He quickly collapsed next to her, content. Finally, he planted his lips on hers and lay down next to her. He gave her a tender forehead kiss.
After that day, pleasure knew no bounds. They were enamoured and passionate about one another. They establish new standards for passion almost daily.
But just as she was about to lose herself completely in the sea of memories, a gentle nudge at her elbow brought her crashing back to reality. Startled, she opened her eyes to find a concerned friend peering at her, a look of understanding in her eyes.
"Hemadri, are you okay?" she asked, their voice filled with genuine concern.
Hemadri blinked, feeling disoriented as she tried to shake off the lingering effects of the memory. She forced a smile, masking the tumultuous emotions swirling within her.
"I'm fine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "
Her friend nodded, offering a supportive squeeze of her hand before returning to the festivities. But even as the celebration continued around her, Hemadri couldn't shake the lingering ache in her heart—the longing for the passionate moments she once shared with her beloved husband.
With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes once more, allowing the memory to linger for just a moment longer before reluctantly returning her focus to the present. Deep down, she knew that while the past may hold cherished moments, it was the journey ahead that held the promise of new beginnings and the possibility of healing.