winds of change -1

                                                         

Rini was going through an emotional turmoil, the euphoria, the romance, the thrill was diminishing in her 2 year old relationship. She was figuring ways to dispel the monotony.

Her relation had been through fair share of storms, and each time she managed to smash it hard in face and want it to happen again.

But little did she know what was in store for her. Poised and smart as always, there was something unusual today……that aubergine dress, which made her look all the more stunning.

Vikram was at the door when there were still 60 ticks left for the clock to strike 8:00 pm. She gave a quick gaze to both the interiors and rose to greet him.

She had laid the best china, gold table runners, vanilla scented candles and the aroma could have made anyone feel hungry for the supper and more. Dining together vikram gazed reflectively at her liquid brown eyes, which showcased all the mad love for him. By the time she was cleaning the stuff, began the foreplay, kissing, stroking……but she interrupted insisting for a dance together, dim light, sweet fragrance, the perfect ambience for love to be in the air and also to overcome her inhibitions , after all she wanted to marry him.

He began caressing her hair, moving to the tunes, breathing her deep.

“I am a novice at these things”. she said blushing. As she wrapped her hands around him, it was like a leaf getting swept away in a current of water. She felt magic and important and right and happy. As if,  it  was all that mattered. Eventually the night came to an end and she woke up alone in the bed with only dreams on her side (vikram had left before it was time for maid to be in).

She sat back at once , startled by what she had done, but she felt good….the mere thought of being with vikram painted her cheeks. She immediately texted him , of how she was feeling…..he didn’t  answer.

She called him up but he disconnected, she felt worse. Texting later “dinner tonight “

And to her surprise , he was bang on time…with a bunch of flowers this time…

Calling out loudly…

For the dreamer’s dream

             Charmer’s charm

             Wandering soul

              Pretty as a flower …

(what these lines meant ,it was really hard to understand, but all what mattered were the feelings)

And he winked at her.

continues........