Friday, November 7, 2014

FF : BREAKOUT (Epilogue)



Khushi sat down with a sigh... 

Showers were always relaxing when they took one together...

But she also knew, that what he had in mind was far from over...

With gentle hands Arnav picked up a comb and gently worked through the wet strands.

Khushi sighed under his touch as he knelt behind her chair and slipped her towel off one shoulder.

She tilted her head to give him better access and his lips met the skin of her neck just behind her ear.

His breath was cool, giving rise to goose bumps as he kissed his way down the curve of her neck to settle against the place where it met her shoulder.

His teeth scraped against her and her womb tightened while sensation flooded through her breasts, raising her nipples under the taut cotton.

Arnav's hand slid into the opening of the garment, settling over one soft mound of flesh, his fingers gliding over the hardened bud, teasing it into further arousal.

He cupped and kneaded the breast before circling back over the areola and narrowing his focus back onto the nipple.

He pulled lightly, rubbing it between forefinger and thumb.

Khushi let out a breathy sound of approval and pulled the towel free from her body.

As her body now laid bare, Arnav moved around in front of her, both hands on her breasts now.

He slid them firmly down her body, over waist and hips and thighs, before pushing her legs apart and gliding up the silky inner skin.

His fingers swept across her sex then up and over her belly before coming back down again.

“Move to the edge of the chair sweetie,” he said and Khushi scooted forward.

Arnav leaned toward her and pushed her thighs further apart, then encircled her wrists with his hands, preventing her from touching him too soon.

He took a moment to inhale her scent before blowing cool air against her.

She shivered and another wave of desire flashed through her.

His nose brushed her clitoris making her jump a little as his tongue entered her body.

She groaned at the cleverness of his mouth against her, her arms straining to pull free and touch him, but he was having none of it, holding her wrists firmly in his vice-like grip.

That always meant that he wanted to be firmly in control.

Khushi sighed and spread her legs still further, allowing him to dip inside her even deeper.

A few moments later he transferred his grip of her wrists to one hand, easily strong enough to restrain her that way, and his fingers replaced his tongue, which he had moved up to focus on her clit.

She let out a soft whimper of pleasure as her clitoris became the focus of an all out assault.

Khushi squirmed under his ministrations and little flashes of heat began to pulse low in her belly.

From there it was only a matter of seconds before he drove her up and over the edge, her orgasm raking through her womb with a ferocity that was almost violent.

Electrical aftershocks shook her even as she tried to relax and come down from the beautiful high.

She slumped in the chair as Arnav pulled away from her body with a smug grin.

She didn’t even consider trying to wipe it off his face.

He’d done more than his best with that one and he deserved to be as arrogant about it as he wanted.

He released her hands then and they fell uselessly to her sides.

“So," he grunted with pride, "Can you walk to the bed?”

She just shook her head mutely.

She didn’t even want to try.

Arnav picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her over to the bed, laying her out gently on the sheets…"I wouldn't have let you anyway…"

He stepped back and she watched him with veiled eyes as he stripped off his dark green jumper and he tossed it over his shoulder.

His hands went next to his belt and she caught herself holding her breath as he slid it slowly inch by inch from the belt loops of his jeans.

His hand paused for just a moment on the button at the top, his eyes drilling into hers.

She met his gaze evenly then licked her lips and glanced deliberately downward again.

He unbuttoned it with teasing slowness then undid the zip one tooth at a time.

Khushi let out a little whimper as he finally peeled the denim off and he stood there in nothing but a pair of well-fitted green boxer briefs.

She eyed the bulge there hungrily…

"Hurry up Mr. Raizada, the twins will be home soon with Nani…and Di has...AHHH!!"

Arnav threw his body against her and pulled her into his arms…

He sought out her mouth and she gladly offered it up to him, her lips falling open with the briefest of swipes of his tongue.

His invasion was slow and thorough as he sought to discover places he might have missed in previous perusals of teeth and tongue.

Her hands sought out his body, seeking now the touches that he’d denied her earlier.

Fingers and palms slid over smooth skin.

His cool body began to radiate the heat of intense sexual arousal and she could feel his penis moving against her leg, twitching and ready.

He pulled back from the kiss, sucking the corner of her lower lip into his mouth before dragging his lips down her throat.

He trailed kisses down her sternum, then up and over her right breast.

He sought out the little peak, circling it rapidly with his tongue, sucking and scraping lightly with his teeth.

Khushi felt her body jerk upwards at the sensation as his hand joined his mouth, imitating movements against her other breast.

Desire built within her groin, a slow, burning need for him to be inside her.

He seemed to feel it, too, abandoning both breasts and moving back up to recapture her mouth.

His tongue was insistent as it resumed control and she groaned softly into this new kiss, her hands resting against his hair, offering him no escape until she was ready to break it.

“I need you,” she whispered finally against his lips, releasing him.

He pulled back a little and looked into her eyes. “…damn you're gorgeous…”

“Arnavji, please…” she said.

“You have me…”

“Inside me…I need you…” she repeated stubbornly.

"Maybe we should wait till later…"

Khushi was about to scream and attack, but as her mouth opened, he pushed himself inside her body in one long, smooth thrust…


"It can't be normal to want you as much as I do…But if I must label myself as abnormal, then so I must. I want you…want you more than is right and sane."

She met his eyes.

His gaze was steady and strong and searching.

“I love you, now please…please…"

He pulled back then and placed his arms behind her knees, holding her legs up to allow for deeper penetration.

He slid out and then back into her.

She loved the way he felt inside her…

He was able to maintain control for a few minutes but when sweat broke out on his brow she knew he was trying too hard.

She raised a hand to his face. “You have made love to me so gently since that day…but Arnavji, I'm okay…I'm FINE…Lose control…Lose control my husband…”

Her words touched him deep in his soul, cracking the fear that had been lurking there…

His movements began to get faster and faster and she felt him drive deeply inside her body.

Lust and desparation flared within his heart, his desire to own and possess her in all ways possible radiating clearly at the forefront of his thoughts.

Each glide within her body became more and more powerful.

She could feel him against her g-spot, their pelvises perfectly aligned to put pressure on her clitoris.

And as he began to pound into her, taking her harder and harder she felt the intense burn of desire flooding through her womb.

Her muscles began to flutter with the beginning hints that she would come in just a few more moments.

"I love you…damn it, I love you so damn much…"

He dropped her legs down to the bed, pulling her body up and wrapping his arms around her back until there was no space between them as he laid her back on the bed.

She tried to wrap her legs around his waist but he was moving too quickly for that now and she let them splay wide on the bed instead.

She contented herself with stroking his back and whispering words of encouragement.

Arnav was grunting in exertion with each thrust into her body and the sweat was dripping from him.

He was still brushing her clit with each plunge and she felt the stuttering start of her muscles beginning to contract around his penis.

With freedom guiding his actions, He felt so different, so strong within her adding to the flame of her orgasm.

She soared, rose to the very height of her climax and as she did he cried out.

"Oh my God…Khushi…Arrghhh!"

She could feel his burning sperm as he came, as it hit her powerfully from many sides.

Contractions shook her, her eyes wide, her mouth open.

She panted his hold on her became fierce…

Tears came into her eyes…

She was floating in a high so intense she thought surely she would die of pleasure.

As the euphoria washed over her, her body completely relaxed, going limp in Arnav’s arms.

Quickly demanding his own consciousness back, he rolled them over so that Khushi was on top and she lay there bonelessly.

“Are you all right?” he murmured in her ear, his voice shaky…"Khushi, answer sweetheart…I need to know I haven't hurt you…"

She couldn’t speak as she floated in the waves of pleasure, orange and red and yellow behind her closed eyes.

She merely nodded weakly against his chest.

His arms surrounded her, holding her tightly to him and his penis twitched inside her, rippling and pulsing, sending delightful sensations through her entire body.

She could feel Arnav kissing her temples, her hair, trying to reassure himself that she really was okay.

Khushi forced herself to move her head and she found his mouth, pushing past slack lips to stroke passionately against his tongue with her own.

He took full possession of her mouth, discovering her all over again, as if he were kissing her the first time they had made love.

She explored every bit of him, then came back and did it all again.

Eventually, their kiss ended, but their mouths lingered…

She glanced up at his eyes, and felt herself buffeted about by a sensation so strong, so overwhelming that it nearly subsumed her.

The intensity of the Arnav's feelings for her and his lingering fearful memories of how he almost lost her bordered on madness.

It should have scared her but it didn’t.

It explained so much about him, about who he had become.

A husband.

A carer.

A provider.

A father, so loving that it made her breath catch every time.

All thoughts were stopped as he swooped in again, making love to her mouth, making sure no bit of it went untouched.

He began to harden inside her body, and she ground against him…

It was enough to scrape her clit against the root of his shaft and she pulled back from his mouth, crying out…

Sitting up she rocked against him, focusing on trying for yet another orgasm.

She circled her hips just that tiny fraction that she could and had him crying out her name.

It was so seldom that she had him at her mercy like this and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

She reached for his hands and brought them up, splaying them wide over her breasts.

“Touch me,” she said and his hands began to knead the soft mounds of flesh, cupping and caressing before rolling her nipples in his hands.

A flash of want raced through her womb and she contracted heavily.

Arnav responded by arching up violently into her.

A sharp wave of pain rippled through her, followed by another contraction of such intense pleasure she thought she might go mad.

Sitting up, he yanked her hard against his chest and arched into her once more…

Again pain was followed by pleasure that had her fighting for breath…

“Over,” Arnav suddenly said with a growl in his voice.

He flipped her onto her hands and knees, pulling pillows into place to prop herself up properly for him.

“Hold onto the head board. You’ll need to brace yourself,”

Khushi's stomach somersaulted as she curled her hands around the wrought iron bars of the headboard and looked back at him.

His eyes were very dark.

She turned back, putting her head down on the pillow.

She felt his hands stroking her bottom, kneading and fondling the soft globes and then she felt him hard and ready at her entrance.

His push inside her was so sudden that she almost forgot to hold on…

But it didn't matter, Arnav pulled her back and away and then he began his thrusts, hard, fast, but contained.

She weakly regripped the bars, holding on for dear life as he pounded into her within an inch of her life.

He felt amazing.

He was staking his claim once again.

Marking her as his in no uncertain terms.

His words began to spill out as he told her over and over again that she belonged to him, that he belonged to her…

Khushi felt herself on the brink again, clamping him hard and milking every last drop from his penis.

She shuddered and shook and finally collapsed on the pillow as Arnav's orgasm slammed into him hard…

His arms covered hers, his hands holding her wrists again.

His chest was tight against her back and his breath was cool on the back of her neck and shoulder.

She felt his teeth bite down, gently, felt his tongue sucking hard as he placed his mark upon her.

When at last he released her, he turned her weary body onto her back, and curled her into him, holding her tightly…

“I love you, Arnavji,” she said, her voice low and breathy, still drenched with desire for him.

“I love you…”

"I love you more…"

His arms wrapped her securely and he gave a shuddering sigh. “Not possible…”



Arnav was woken by his daughter screaming out…

Kissing his sleeping wife, he quickly dressed and crept out of his room…

"Sammy!" he whispered loudly…

"Daddy!!! Where's mummy!!!"
He rolled his eyes, "She's sleeping, where's Aarav? And WHY oh why are you yelling?"

She put her tiny hands on her hips and smirked, "I…WON."

"Oh crap."

Nani came walking up behind Samira…"Yes, she did, but now you have a VERY moody son to deal with."

Arnav crouched down in front of his 6 year old daughter…"Honey, you KNOW what he is like…"

"It's not MY fault. I won fair and square!"

"SHHHHH!" Nani and Arnav said in unison.

And suddenly a baby's crying squall broke out…

Arnav yawned and stretched his arms out behind him…"Alright…Sammy, can you please help Nani find Aarav and get him to come and talk to me, then when Di comes home with your little sister, please help take care of her until mummy wakes up…"

"Chote, are you going to…"

Arnav smiled, "I shall take care of him…"


Khushi began to wake and instantly jumped up out of bed…

"That Laad Governor! How does he think he can handle all our children at once! They basically ALL have is attitude!"

She caught a glimpse of the time and saw how close it was to dinner…

Dressing as fast as she could, she hurried down the stairs…

"Slow down Khushiji!" Anjali said…"Dinner is almost ready…"

Khushi blushed, "I am so sorry, Di…Is Jiji here?"

Nani walked in, "Staying over at your Buaji's house tonight…to help with all the renovations they are making…I love that Payal has taken up Interior Design, but I think she is going to redo everyon-"

"Nani, please forgive me for interrupting, but…" she looked from left to right, "Where…?"

Anjali grinned, "Well…First Samira beat Aarav in a board game, then when I brought Aditi home, oh and she had a great time at 4 year old playgroup, I saw Chote going into the Umed's room to calm him down because he just woke up…"

"Oh God, my poor husband…"

Anjali followed as they began to climb the stairs once more…"Khushiji, you KNOW how great he is with them all…4 kids are a handful, but he loves them so much…"

Khushi smiled, "I know, he is so wonderful…"

"Oh I better get back to help Nani, just bring them all down for dinner in ten minutes…"

"Thank Di…"


Worried for what she was about to see, she slowly peered into the room…

And what she saw made tears come to her eyes…

The most beautiful family she could have ever hoped for…

As her twins hugged and made up, she saw Aarav pick up Aditi and read her a story, while Samira lifted a sleeping Umed of Arnav's lap and place him in the cot…

They all tried to be as quiet as they could, because in the middle of the room, sitting on a beanbag, was their sleeping father.

Khushi crept in, and all her children smiled up at her…

Aditi flailed her arms around and Khushi knelt down to give her a cuddle…

"How are my beautiful babies? I'm so proud of you…"

Aditi pointed over to Arnav, "Daddy sleeping…"

Khushi let Aarav continue to read as she kissed Samira on the forehead, "You're a great help with Umed you know…"

"Thanks mummy, you know, daddy convinced Aarav it was a tie…"

She rolled her eyes, knowing this had something to do with their competitive natures…

Finally coming to Arnav, she gently ran her fingers through his hair, and he moaned softly, resting his cheek on her hand…

"Five more minutes sweetheart…"

Khushi snickered, "Five being the word…"

He smiled, but soon his eyes shot open…

Sitting up with a start, he stared at Khushi as he began to smile…"Are you serious…?"

Leaning forwards, she kissed the tip of his nose, "I sure am…"

He turned and saw children, beautiful, headstrong, and adorable…

On the verge of tears, he slid towards Khushi…"I love you…my God, I love you so much…"

"So…one more won't make you-"

His hand suddenly grabbed her hair, making her focus directly into his eyes, "One more won't make me stop…I love you pregnant…and I love you when you aren't…and that's exactly how you keep getting pregnant!"

"We can manage another can't we…?"

"Are you kidding!? I love these crazy little things!"

Khushi laughed heartily, "I love you, I knew I gave my heart to the right man…"

"You bet, and I won't ever let it go…You are deep inside my heart, and I will never let you breakout…"

 "What makes you think I want to..."

The End

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

writing right now!
an update for "The  Development" and "we missed the moment"!!!!!

Sunday, August 31, 2014

it's been a long time... I know...
and I'm so so so so so sorry! I've been taking my Nutritional Science Diploma III. So, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE forgive me for no updates...
I finish my final module for this course this week, so after that, I shall be writing a LOT! I hope you all still remember me... 

Feel free to yell at me if you are so inclined 

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

SS : The Moment Is Coming Part 1

3 weeks later.....

The phone shrilled into the silence.

Garima quickly jumped to answer before it woke the household up.


"Hello? Goodmorning Amma..."

"Payal? Why so early? Is the baby alright? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I just wanted to ask if you all would come to dinner tonight? It's been a week, and Simmy's colic has calmed down...and ofcourse I've been missing you..."

"Oh I would love to, came home from her Patisserie Convention last night...she's home..."

There was a slight pause...

"Well...I would like to invite ALL of you then...I have missed Khushi so much...and she's only seen Sim once since he was born..."

"I don't know if that is a good idea..."

"Amma, I know that a lot has happened, but I miss her. Everyone here misses her..."

Garima pondered, she knew that Khushi had recovered quite well...

She knew that she couldn't keep family away...

"I will ask her..."

Payal audibly sighed...

"Thankyou Amma..."

"Will he be there...?"

"Yes...but you've seen him Amma, he's a mess...he wouldn't do anything to hurt her..."

"I know...I just hurt for her...I want her happiness..."

"We all do..."


"The moment has come for me to try. I am willing to go."

Garima and Buaji stared at Khushi, completely dumbfounded.

"You, you will? Khushi, we aren't pushing you, please know that I didn't tell you this to try and force you or..."

"Amma," Khushi took her hand in her own, "I know you weren't trying to guilt me. It's been over a year...and I am okay. Truly."

Buaji planted her hands on her hips, "Stubborn girl. Well Garima, it is true. She's been an absolute gem, and has overcome a lot. I think that if she says she wants to, then we should let her make her own decision."

Garima pulled Khushi into an embrace..."I just love you so much. I hurt for all that you've been through..."

"I don't blame him Amma...I probably should, but he has been so hurt in his life...he has been so misled, has held onto so much pain and anger...yes, he hurt me...but I can't hurt him back...I can only let go..."


"Here? Tonight?"

Anjali and Payal nodded, "Is that okay with y-"


They were momentarily stunned.

Arnav hadn't raised his voice towards ANYONE in the home in a very long time.

"OKAY?! This is HER home. MORESO than it is YOURS," he stared into Payal's eyes, "And MORESO than it is YOURS!" he stared into Anjali's eyes...

Anjali felt no anger.

Neither did Payal.

They were in awe of a power that had started to return.

A fight that began to blaze in his eyes.

"She is more welcome here than anyone!"

Unable to control his emotions any longer, he broke.

Fleeing the scene, he raced up to his room and shut the door.

"She's coming"

Realization dawned once more...

"Not to me..."

And the pain returned...

Gut wrenching sobs howled from his chest, and within seconds, Anjali and Akash were by his side...

He clung to their arms, "I'm sorry, I am so sorry!"

"Chote, one is angry with reacted out of honor, KHUSHI'S honor..."

"Bhai, calm yourself...please..."


"Are you sure?"

Khushi smiled, "Yes, I'm okay. I am anxious to see everyone..."

Even though Khushi knew what was coming, she felt the dhak dhak of her heart take an interesting turn...

It was as though a surge of fire had taken light inside her...

A nerve that she thought was singed, now twinged into existance...

The moment was coming...

And she took the first step towards the Raizada Mansion front door...


After a thoroughly tumultuous day, Arnav could no more have been prepared for this night than he would have been for an earthquake.

But as the knock sounded on the door, the only thing he prayed for was to see her smile...

Payal opened the door, and the greetings began.

He didn't look over, couldn't bare to see her, or be disappointed had she decided not to come.

But sure enough, after Garima had cooed over Sim, and Buaji had blasted her 'hellos', a soft voice drifted over the roar and filled his heart and soul...

"I am so pleased I came tonight, I have missed you Jiji...and you Di, Akash, Nani...and my nephew..."

And it was time...

Her eyes lifted and she saw the man in the distance.

But instead of Arnav Singh Raizada, she saw a man who looked raggedly tired and weary, look up slowly into her eyes, his own pained and lost.

He felt her eyes on him, and he finally lifted his gaze...

Oh my God...she's here...she's...beautiful...

Khushi and the family began to walk towards him...

As they grew nearer, he tried to summon his voice...

"Khushi," he croaked out, looking around aimlessly and breathing heavily before focusing once again on her…

She took in his miserable appearance and suddenly felt the unwanted urge to lurch forward and pull him into her arms.

Arnav's thoughts were mirroring hers…

He wanted to wrap his arms firmly around her, hugging her tightly to himself…

Her mere existence was now the only thing keeping him grounded and he feared he might float away any moment into oblivion if she refused to acknowledge him…

Finally, after a devastating few seconds, she whispered…"Hello…"

Khushi tightened her grip on Payal's hand and walked past him down the hallway towards the family, who now waited for them in the lounge…

Arnav quickly took two steps forwards and opened the front door, shutting it quietly behind him…

Then, leaning back against it, the heartbreaking realization shot through him and his body began to shudder as he slowly fell apart, sobbing uncontrollably into his hands…

"…how…how will…will I ever…ever…" he coughed, feeling almost sick with pain…

Side stepping, he stared through the window, looking at his wife, who was still so far away despite being so close…

"…How will I ever get her back? After what I did…after what I drove her to…"

Her image faded slightly as his focus now zoned in on his reflection in the glass…

His face was grief-stricken face, his lower lip shuddering in pent- up mourning.

"I tortured her, I hurt her…then I finally marry her…and then…" He seemed defeated, taking a long while before he finally managed to breathe out his inner turmoil…

"I'm a fucking idiot…How DARE I spend so much time with that CUNT of a woman and ignore MY wife…RRRAAAAARRGGGHHH!!!!!"

His body trembled violently as he rammed his clenched fist into the concrete wall beside him, flexing the scraped flesh of his hand as though he could keep his pain in.

Suddenly, a dam seemed to break within him, and mumbled, angry words came streaming out of his mouth nonsensically.

"My actions…nearly…nearly killed her…! She thought that I…that Sheetal and I …that Aarav was my…my son and …and I spent so much time with her…and because of this I...I lost my…FUCK no…my Khushi..."

The pain and anger poured out in tears and shouts.

Finally, after what could have been hours or minutes, his sobs slowed, and his hands gradually, released tension.

He kept his eyes turned down as he tried to stand tall, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

"No…" He looked up, and saw the only thing that could ever ignite a glimmer of hope into his life…"…she's mine…I can't just…she's still…my wife…"

Her presence brought hope back to his deadened eyes.


As Arnav walked back inside, the family tried to keep calm…

Khushi's frail emotions were fresh in their minds.

Arnav, however, stayed quiet as he stood next to Akash…

"How about we be seated, we have your favorite foods prepared Khushiji…"

Khushi bit her lip, but nodded…"Okay, can…can I freshed up first please?"

Payal stood slightly behind Khushi and her expression tried to warn everyone not to overreact…

Anjali understood, and smiled, "Sure, do…do you um…remember where the guest bathroom is?"

"Yes…I'll be right back…"

As she walked away, Arnav could only see her walk towards a bathroom…towards a room where he almost lost her…

He made a move and was soon restrained by Anjali and Akash…

"No Bhai…"

"No Chote…"

His heartbeat picked up with frightening speed, "I can't let her…let her do it again…"

Payal commanded his gaze, "She's only going to wash her hands, she's alright Arnavji…"

"I hurt her…she's…I can't…Payal I need to go with her…"

"Bhai, it's OKAY, just take a deep breath…"

But Arnav was nearly on the verge of a panic attack…

"She's…She's…Di…" his eyes were pleading…"Di let me go…Akash…I…"

"Let him go."

All eyes darted to Garima…

"What?! Amma what are you saying?"

Her eyes were gentle, understanding…"Look at him…"

Arnav's gaze was still on Khushi, who was almost out of sight…

"Look at him! He's going through hell! His memories are tormenting him! And despite what has happened, he loves her! If ANY of you, after looking at his pain, can say that he should stay here, then I will keep quiet."

Anjali felt tears pour out of her eyes seeing her brother…

Akash glanced at Payal who nodded…

The second he was released, he breathed out a shaking gasp…"I just want to make sure…sure that she is… okay…please?" his powerful exterior was broken, shattered…"Please…please may I?"

Garima smiled sadly, "Go…be gentle with her though…"

Without uttering another word, he slowly began to walk away…

His steps growing longer and faster…


Khushi shut the door behind her…

This is so strange…

Her thoughts were in complete disarray…

I haven't been here since…

Memories flooded in…

"No Khushi…that is in the past…yes, I did it, but I am not in that place anymore…"

She took a deep breath and calmed her nerves…

Meeting her stare head on in the mirror, she was unblinking as she spoke, "how far have you come? A long way. You are not where you were before. You have made new friends. You have learned to look after yourself better. You have let go of all the old feelings."

Her eyes slid closed…

"Then why have I started to hurt again?...why am I feeling pain…pain that isn't my own…? I put him out of my heart…"

But even as she stood there, there was a heart beating outside the bathroom, that beat right alongside hers…

Love, even when let go, is never fully lost…

The reawakening had begun…

Opening the bathroom door, she cautiously walked out…

Surveying the hallway, she took her first step forwards…

But as she moved past her old bedroom, she saw the unmistakable shadow…or her husband.

Arnav had stood outside the bathroom, listening to the running water, hearing her soft footsteps, then hurried back to his room…

He tried to keep his panting breath as quiet as he could…

Khushi willed herself to keep walking, but her body would not obey.


His shadow visibly stiffened and she could hear his ragged breathing…

"I'm here…I'm…I'm not trying to scare you…I just…I wanted to make sure you were okay…"

His voice was unrecognizeable…

Unknowingly, she had walked closer, "I understand…I'm alright…"

His hand rested on the door handle, and he nervously opened the door…


Despite the sheer panic and fear in his heart, he's clumsy as he presses his mouth against hers, breathing her air…

Even though her own anxiety was ripping into her heart, she could taste the sorrow on his lips.

Grief has slowed him, paralysed him, but his heart controlled his actions…

His mouth attached firmly to hers, seeking desperately…

Memory instantly jumbled with the present and she began to pull away…

Oh my God…what is happening!

"Please…please Khushi…" he said in despair…

She tried to back away once more…"No...n…no…"

His lips were still brushing against hers as he begged, "Don't…don't…please Khushi…"