I look at my reflection in the mirror. Only my eyes are visible.
I lift my hands and remove the black cloth that covered my face... That hid my features.
I remove the black cloth that covered my head, which prevented me from letting my hair flow in the wind.
I stand uncovered.
I run my hands through my hair, and bring them forward. They are jet black. My skin is pale and fair. My lips, red.
I stand the way I was before him the day before..
"Your eyes..they are so beautiful.." He looks at me and smiles.
"Thanks." I say, and blush. But, he can't see.
I don't move as he comes closer to me. I'm scared. I know I'll be going against my family..But, I wanted him. I wanted to reveal myself to him.
He holds my hands and looks at me. I smile, but he can't see.
"Can I have a look at you? If your eyes are so pretty, I bet you're prettier."
I say nothing. I just nod and close my eyes.
I feel him lift the burka off my face slowly. I'm scared. I hold on to him.
His hands are warm. He runs them through my hair. He cups my face in his hands.
I finally open my eyes and find him just inches away from me.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks. I look at him awkwardly.
"Don't be nervous." He says, closing my eyes. He places his lips on mine. I feel his heavy breath on me, and I grip him tighter as every moment passes by.
Once we pull apart, I smile and my cheeks slowly turn red. And, he finally sees.
"You smell like lilies and you look flawless.." He says, kissing my neck.
"And you feel safe." I whisper, as I bury myself into him.
I keep looking at myself in the mirror..thinking about what all had happened.
I put my burka back on, when my mother calls out for me.
"As-Salam Alaikum" I say, as I serve water to the guests.
Salim is there too. His eyes meet min for a second, and then I look away..
..Smiling and blushing under the burka.. And I'm sure he realises.
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Thursday, November 24, 2011
I picked up my clothes and ran behind Serena.
I was scared and insecure about what was to come.
She was never good at controlling her emotions and I had to stop her.
I caught her hand at the door and she pushed me back. Slapped me, again and again.
I knew she was weak, too weak and my soul pained for being the reason.
I looked in her eyes, just to see my guilt-ridden face drowning in her tears. I left.
It has been over a week. And I hadn't talked to her.
Kia called up and I have been ignoring her calls.
I know how to fix things with Serena, I could have done it then and there.
She loves me and she'll understand it was a mistake, an unintentional mistake.
But, I didn't.
Something had changed and I felt it within me.
Was it really unintentional?
Had I failed to recognize the love that ran in my veins..
..to misread the eyes that had spoken a life without saying a word, every time?
Her smell, her skin, her touch, it was irreplaceable.
So what was it then? I... I don't know.
It was Kia, hadn't I known that the very Goddamn moment she opened the door and held me?
But then she was majestic, and the pleasure was irresistible. I wasn't forced, the flow was natural.
I don't remember having that passionate a kiss with Serena since forever.
There was something wild that got free within me, in those few moments.
So, I knew.
It was over between me and Serena, then and there.
She loved me and I couldn't have held on to her any longer, my conscience would bite me.
But then what was it that I did? Hurt her, as bad as I could afford. I.. I don't know.
She filled me..she craves for me.
I pressed the answering button and heard her.
'Hello! Peter, are you there?..
Hello? I need you..'. I cut the phone.
Why? I.. I don't know.
I wish there was someone to understand, to tell what was it that I am feeling. Do you?
Written By: AJ :) http://you-me-and-serendipity.blogspot.com/
Thank You :)
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With this I come to an end of Lovers And Sinners. :) Thanks to each one of you for reading.
Monday, November 21, 2011
I feel his strong built arms around my waist possessively. The tingles have long faded, the lust gone.. It's nothing now. Just emptiness.
I see a girl look my way. Her piercing blue eyes reflect mine. She has the same features, but kinder..shyer. Her long legs clad in jeans, her pretty features hiding behind the clothes she prefers to wear. She believes we just look alike- aren't the same.
The same blood rushes within us- differentiating us. I long for that subtle beauty of hers, that silently lures, that confidence and smile which has nothing to hide.
But, above all, with Peter's arms around my waist, I long for freedom..
We are two parts of the same soul. Opposites. Perfection versus ruin.
I look at my reflection in the mirror. My looks gaze back. It is the best and perhaps the only talent I think I have.
Wearily, I reach up and pull the pins out of the smooth twist, letting my pale blonde hair tumble in to a mess. I felt her stare at my back. I didn't reply. Just pretended.
I saw his reflection in the mirror. We mash perfectly together. He is safe, comfortable. I turn around to meet his lips. I feel nothing. His presence engulfs, as if invading my personal safe. I want to feel the rush, the fire and the flames. Knowing this, I still linger..
I let him pull me to his car, a small smile playing on his lips. I wonder does he feel he same?
Can you justify something that is wrong, but so right, so needed, that it is impossible to refuse?
His lips blazed mine, burning, demanding. I knew the fire would burn, but I did not fear. For it was through his kisses, that he showed his love, reflecting my joy and, there in his presence that I found the light I was so desperately searching for.
I knew that the guilt would soon consume me, dim my soul and would leave me begging for his mercy.
But I will endure everything, for he is my miracle.
I never meant to hurt. To lie and to deceive. I never meant to betray Peter, never in the arms of his brother. I am sorry. I truly am.
But he shows me passion, I never want to forget.
The guilt and the sorrow, hurt and betrayal, anger and resentment, darkness and light..all replaced with hugs and kisses, promises and desires, hopes and dreams.
Ripped bedsheets and shared beds.
Endless love, and blood recklessness..
Written by- Pickle :)
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Coming soon: AJs version of Peter :)