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Was It Love? - Part 2

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I was scared that my kiss would wake you up, but thankfully it didn't. Even if it did and you pretended to be asleep, it does not matter to me. Because I got to spend some extra time looking at your face. The face that I have dreamt of since ages. I know you had a complete different opinion about me, based on my past and all that you have heard. But to me, you are the center of my life. You are the reason for my survival. The first day I saw you, you were fighting for change with a rickshaw driver. The way your hands moved and the way you shook your head, drove me mild. You stepped into the same class that day and I knew I had fallen in love. I just spoke to you the first day and you thought I was making a pass at you. I do not blame you, because before I stepped into the class a lot had been spoken about me, the cricket captain of the university. You obviously were reacting to whatever you had heard before. I do not blame you one bit. Not then, not now. You were drunk at the annual party, and were in no position to get home. I called your house mates, they were unavailable. I had no choice but to take you to my place. I was drunk too and petrified of what would happen, but having you by my side somehow eased the fear.

Yes, it had started with a kiss. The best kiss of my life. You initiated it of course. You had had too much wine already, but you insisted on having another glass. I did have wine at home and you saw it. I guess that added to the urge. You had to use the loo while I was pouring wine in the kitchen. I held your hand but you couldn't walk straight. I had to hold your waist tight, to get you steady. Your lipstick was smeared already with too much of drinking, I guess you wanted to adjust that in the loo. But as we walked, you suddenly stopped. I thought you were in pain, hence I bent down to take a closer look. You came closer too and finally planted your lips on mine. I wanted to push you away, as I felt you were not in your senses, but you wouldn't let go. I was lost in the moment, along with the passion of your kiss. The taste of smoke tasted bitter on your lips, but that was the sweetest taste I had felt in my entire life. I was in a magical trance and I never wanted this moment to stop.

You were pushing me towards the bed, but I was hesitant. I did not want to take advantage of you, but my love and passion was taking over my mind. The alcohol just added to it. I slowly laid you on the bed hoping that you will drift away to sleep, but you pulled me towards you. Before I could realize what was happening, you were peeling of my clothes one by one kissing my bare body throughout. The rush inside my head was too much and I felt crazy levels of madness then. I took off your clothes and felt the warmth of your body beneath me. Oh, I was going crazy. That mild perfume of yours mingled with the effect of the smoke in the room and gave me a dangerous high. I kissed all over your body and you gave in to my touch. Soon, you took over and drove me nuts while delicately playing with my spots. After a thunderstorm, it was calm again and you sat up to light a cigarette. I was irritated. I wanted to look at you all night, but now your face was enveloped by smoke. I tried to look at you through it, but all I could see was a blur version of you. I did not like it one bit.

I grabbed the cigarette from your hand and stubbed it out. And before you could retaliate I kissed you so hard that you forgot about it in an instant and grabbed me by my hair closer towards you. I was surprised by your strength and madness. You were just screaming and moaning in ecstasy. Looking at you, I was climbing peaks in my mind. You made love to me like this would be the last time. The thought of this hurt me a bit and I wanted to get off you, but you pulled me closer and then screamed and dug your nails on my back. The pain along with the pleasure was magical. I slowly lay you in arms and rest my bleeding back. I see you lie down on my chest, playing with the thin hair on it. I wanted you to say something, but you did not. Perhaps you thought that I was sleeping. You even wanted to move away, but I did not want to let you go. I held you tight in my arms and let an "I love you" slip by. I was hoping you'd say something in return, but you were just quiet.

That did it for me. I was now wondering what were you thinking about. Did you feel that I took advantage of you? Do you think that this would be just a one night stand? All these years I did not make a move at you, do you now think that I forced you into this? Oh God, why does this hurt so much? A tear dripped down my cheek falling on your hair, but you did not notice. I loved you so much, this is not how I wanted this thing to happen. The effect of the wine was slowly wearing off, but I somehow had the feeling that I have lost you today. Would you believe me if I told you that I loved you? I know, there were other girls before, but only until I met you! After that, it was only you on my mind, body and soul. I have waited for this night since I can remember. Although this is not how I wanted this to happen, but this has been the best night of my life. But you might probably call this a mistake. Suddenly, my body was filled with pain and head started throbbing. I cannot lose you, I'd die if I do. I feel your faint heartbeat against my chest and this slowly soothes me and sings me a lullaby as I drift into slumber.

When I woke up, you were still asleep. The faint trace of sunlight brightened your face as you slept in my arms like an angel. I carefully uncoil myself from you and let a pillow take my place. On an impulse I kiss your lips, as they look so beautiful hiding in between in your hair. I let my fingers play with your silky hair. Something tugs my fingers and push away your hair to check. I see your tiny ears covered fully by piercings. Wow, why had I not noticed that before. You let your hair loose always, I guess that's why. I wanted to wake you up and replay last night again, but I can see your eyes opening slowly. I am scared thinking of what you might say. Your eyes are sort of blank too. Fear engulfs me now, but I want to talk to you. I come closer and hold your hands. The expression on your face changes. Oh God, what is that?

To be continued.


  1. Why do you do this, woman? Why? Stopping like that. This is why you should write a book. So that I can quickly turn the page and read what happens next :) I went back and read part 1 again after this. I love how you have narrated both sides of the story. What next, I wonder...

  2. I agree with Aathira; I too want to know what happens next. May this have a happy ending! They were such good friends, they can communicate, no?
    I can feel for both of them. Now that's a sign of a terrific story :)

  3. This is more difficult to wait than the Sherlock TV series that comes every 2 years. So, not cool Ma'am.

    But nevertheless, awesome piece as usual. And yeah, next part PLEASE. :)

    1. You are just exaggerating :D

      Thank you so much! :)

  4. Well played with the vantage point concept, eager to read the next part soon. Make this a happy end please?

  5. Next part plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

  6. Superrr.... Agree with Amrit .. Next part plzzzzzzzzzzzzz :)

  7. Whooaa Extremely well written !
    Next part plzz!


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