Brewing Desires!

Brewing Desires!

Though it was too early but she had nothing to do, being Sunday the whole day was spent idly doing chores she didn’t wish to do or reading novels. She thought of preparing an early dinner humming soft songs, she was stirring pots on one hand and kneading the dough on the other almost ready with the dinner. It was time for him to be back home when the winds started blowing and the clouds gathered and it felt that it could rain any minute; when she remembered that some of the clothes were left on the roof and went to fetch them.

The wind blew rashly and it was seemingly difficult to manage her sari and locks of hair that flew. In fleeting seconds the rain started falling in sheets and the very reason of collecting clothes was long forgotten. Lost in her own world she began dancing drenching to the core and reveling in the rains.  

The smell of earth, the thundering clouds and the dark sky with the droplets slashing the window and wallowing trees engulfed her and she basked like a kid.

Her sky blue cotton sari had clung to her like second skin becoming almost see-through with her wet hair cascading down her back. The sound of her bangles and anklets sounded like sweet melody as the bittersweet symphony reverberated throughout. 

This is how he found her when he reached the rooftop himself drenched from the rains and the tiredness in him slowly started seeping away. He was bewitched with his patience slipping away as he watched her from a distance hoping to catch her attention but all in vain. Slowly yet steadily he walked towards her hugging her wet form from behind, when he heard her gasp.

“Zaid”, she stiffened at first but then relaxed in his hold as she recognized the touch and let her head slump back to his shoulders, “When did you come? I didn’t expect you this soon!” 

 “Hmm…just some moments ago”, he replied all the while burying his face in the crook of her neck nuzzling and inhaling her scent. She could feel his warmth all around her and his heartbeats going intense even in that splattering rain. 

She tried to escape his hold and run but he buckled her back to himself holding her securely over the stomach by one hand while he entwined the other with hers.

“Let me go the clothes are soaking”, she pleaded her voice heavy and laden with helplessness and desire. She questioned herself, how could he manage to snap her self-control within seconds and that too just about every time but she never got an answer. 

Instead of leaving her or replying to her, he pressed his body more into her gently trailing his fingers down the entire length of her. The flimsy excuse of the sari she wore did nothing to help; neither did it conceal nor reveal yet it aroused him in ways and made him do things. She felt herself going weak and bit her lips to hold back the moan that threatened to escape.  

He slowly turned her towards him, brushing her hair aside cupping her reddened cheeks kissing her closed eyes and brushed his lips against hers. She fluttered her eyelashes, his gaze intoxicating a mixture of both love and lust that she could no longer resist. She hugged him closely giving herself completely wrapping her arms around his waist kissing his heart.

In one swift move, he lifted her in his arms and raced towards the bedroom with a teasing smile as she buried her face in his shoulder.

The clothes lay where they were long forgotten and the rain got more intense and thunderous with each passing minute.    

-Fatima

Nothing Else Mattered....

Nothing Else Mattered…

Sweet as sixteen,

Lavish was her living,

Innocent and carefree she was…

Eschewed from the worldly harm,

She was secure in her haven!

Rough and rugged,

Life was an utter mess,

Lost and forlorn he was…

Dying day in and day out,

Struggling to make ends meet!

Different like chalk and cheese they were,

Pride and honour she exuded,

And people watched her in awe…

Disgrace and derision trickled,

When he crossed the very same path!

Like a wisp of air,

She came in his crumpled life,

Caressing his dripping wounds…

Showering love and care,

She gave him a new life!

Hugs and kisses he smothered,

Saying money was not his pleasure,

Basking and gleaming in his love…

Missing the greed in his eyes,

She fantasized a fairytale!

Clouded by dismay and despair,

Her cries tore her apart,

Breaking her like glass…

Leaving her barren and frozen,

They now call her an ice maiden!

She had loved him dearly,

But he didn’t really care,

Wishful had turned wistful…

With tears pelting from her eyes,

Yet they couldn’t melt the hardened ice!

Lusting for her fortune,

Slitting her soul,

He walked in azure…

Blood dripping like rain,

The stains on his hands shined unashamed!

Devoid of emotions,

He was now a voracious soul,

Faltering in the neon red lights…

Drinking and squandering,

He gave himself to a wench!

Nothing was his and all in vain,

Laughing at his own madness,

He fuddled all day and night…

Losing his own self,

He walked the long dark abyss!

Squashed by his guilt,

Clutching his head he fell to the ground…

Tears blurring his vision,

He drowned in his pain…

Till death finally came!

- Fatima

In The Blue of Night...

He extended his hands towards the fireplace to take in the brisk warmth; his eyes were fixed over the window on the snowflakes which were floating from the heavens dreamily. Their flow reminded him of her gait, she floated exactly like this and ever since their wedding he could hardly keep his hands off her. The thought brought a sly smile to his lips as he stood up slowly and stretched himself, perhaps he should try to warm his wife up a bit. A slight sound caught his attention and he turned around and saw her leaning against the door-frame with a slight smile lingering on her lips, the very sight of her roused him.

She was dressed in simple bare red sari with a golden low cut blouse that accentuated her curvy frame with just anklets and red glass bangles adorning her, her waist long hairs were damp from the shower earlier and were unbraided just the way he liked. His feet were fixated to the floor as he stood there almost in trance, his eyes not leaving her gaze even for a moment drinking her beauty. She slowly walked over to him and stood across interlacing her hands around his neck all the while not breaking the stare, his hands on their own accord twined around her waist interlocking her in a tight embrace and burying his face in her neck taking in her scent and reveling in her warmth.

Parting from him slightly yet standing close to him her eyes held a mischievous glint as she kissed the corner of his mouth and heard him groan, the very sound sent tingles down her spine making her weak in the knees; neither words were uttered nor a touch yet his unnerving intense gaze was arousing her in ways she could not name distracting her from everything else. Without uttering a word she turned around leaning against the wall that was beside her to calm her racing breath; when he didn’t follow her, disappointment started rising in her but before it could get her she felt the lights dimming and his hands touching her caressing her waist. She couldn’t think anymore, her eyes closed and her hands travelled from his chest to the nape of his neck all the way to his hair as his lips found hers, his hands grazing her waist and trailing to her spine all the while.

She didn’t have an idea how much time had elapsed as they stood against the wall plastered together and lost in another world, it was not long before he lifted her in his arms and lowered her down on the bed. Her chest was heaving up and down but she didn’t have a moment to breathe before she found herself in his arms again. 

Mayank, she tried to speak in an almost inaudible voice, Dinner is waiting. 

Dinner and afters are all right here, he didn’t miss a beat as he proceeded in the path that she had started for him tonight.  

-Fatima

P.S: First paragraph courtesy Ivre...thank you for writing it! :)

Walk Beyond Oblivion....

 Walk Beyond Oblivion....

There are moments when somethings on my mind but I just can't rhyme,
So forgive me these few brief awkward lines,
 
You're the only one now left,

Who I don't really wanna lose,

Though I know I can be too childish at times,

Or my words too sarcastic to digest for you...

But I ain't the one with attitude who can't change,

It's just I'm needy and too hurt that I can't bear,

And all I want from you is just a bit of love and care...

Gifts and pleasures I don't long,

As your friendship has been my greatest treasure all along.

-Fatima

P.S: Dedicated to my Soul Searched Friend.

Take Me Home

This has got to be the longest One Shot Story by me and frankly speaking I dunno how this has turned out to be...I just hope you guys take time out to read this one and gimme your feedback!                                                       

                                           Take Me Home

It was eleven in the morning yet the sun was nowhere to be seen, it being winter the weather was considerably below and the wind blew scattering the leaves sprawled on the ground. The nipping wind was pleasantly cold and intense ruffling her hair and making her frigid as she just wore a woolen jacket over her blue winter dress and wedge boots. She was walking down the winding country road to reach the nearest beach which was nearly an hour away; he had deemed her silly for choosing this time of the year for visiting the far off beach but seeing her determined self he had agreed.

It sounded odd to her that he had succumbed to her demands or rather in lighter terms agreed to her, had it been a usual day he probably would have argued with her for coaxing him to meet in his tight busy schedule or simply for choosing such a place to meet on a cold afternoon; though it was morning now but by the time he reached there after a good three hour long journey the sun would be at its peak or still tugged in its niche relaxing. It surely was an unusual day but that was something she didn't wish to ponder and continued walking in a slow pace.

It was way past twelve o'clock when he finally reached his desired destination, panting heavily he let out a sigh of relief of having reached on time. Alright he was late by whole forty minutes but then road blocks were common at this time of the year and she was an understanding girl; off course she was understanding though she could be a chatterbox, sarcastic and childish at times but if she had not been one they would never be where they are, as all those who knew him knew about his short temper and fickle mood swings that could just melt ice in a matter of few seconds and make people cry like they haven't in ages but somehow being with her had bought about a change in him which he was glad for as he was now a lot less temperamental and calm.

He was a businessman a shrewd one to name; people feared his wrath when things didn't go according to him and the one to commit the mistake was fired at that very moment, he didn't care of the consequence of his actions to one bit when it came to work too ethical was what he called himself, devil in disguise and ruthless is what others called him. He was not an emotionless person as the whole world considered him to be, life had taught him a lot at a very tender age and he feared opening up even now and welcoming the change though he knew being closed wouldn't help yet he dreaded to loosen the threads that tied the doors of his heart. His grandmother and elder sister were the only family he had though his sister had been married some two years back, she still made trips back home to assure that her younger brother never felt alone, he was surprisingly very close to her it was almost like what a child feels for his mother. His parents had died when they were still young in a car accident but he had miraculously survived the mishap, it was then that their paternal grandmother had taken the two orphaned kids under her wings and nursed them and earned a livelihood at an age when she should have been resting. Times had changed and now he was the owner of one of the biggest Hotel Chains in India with things at his foot-step in a matter of seconds. With the passage of time the carefree little child had turned to an angry young man until the advent of her in his life.

He still remembered the first time he met her, it was midsummer and she had been running carelessly on the road as if her life were at stake by the looks of it, it seemed as if she were all helter-skelter colliding into him and his world had come to a stop at that very instant; but before he could react or comprehend what had happened she mumbled some excuses and a sorry before she fled away leaving him in a daze for the first time ever in his life on earth. Surprisingly it felt that the whole universe had conspired against him or rather thinking back now luck was on his side she turned out to be a cousin of his brother-in-law who he never knew existed and was residing in his home from that very day as she had taken admission in the town university. What started as mere hello and later a verbal spat turned to a budding friendship and now a blossoming romance.

Coming out of his thoughts he shook his head with a smile lingering on his face and headed to the direction she was. She sat there on the sand hugging her knees close to her chest resting her chin on them and watched the rise and fall of the tides; she didn't realize his presence until he sat close to her yet a companionable silence surrounded them. Words like customary "hi" and "hello" no longer had place in their conversations until they were nervous and today was definitely not one of those days.

"It's been such a long time that we met like this, isn't it?" She spoke in a thoughtful contemplative tone, he didn't speak for a while and when the silence started to haunt him he slightly turned towards her kissing her forehead he replied "yes, three long weeks" which made her smile and resulted in a cheerful laughter from both ends as he took her in his embrace.

He was finally home, to a place where both his heart and soul resided.

                            Love is the only hope when dark times strike!

 

                                                           -Fatima