ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ᴘᴏᴠ  

As soon as the night became darker, the twinkling of stars grew. The moon radiated its peaceful silvery aura throughout the world.

In the cool atmosphere, somewhere inside a room, the rays of the moon cut through the window.

Suddenly the silence broke as a deep, pleasurable moan of a girl was heard. The voice further grew full of desires when a manly voice covered her body. Their bodies synced with each other in the same intensity of pleasure.

Two figures were laying on the curtains covered bed as their faint figures were busy in themselves. That bride was sharing an intimate moment with her husband. Their bare bodies were entangled with each other like magnets.

His hands traced through her naked skin feeling its softness. Her nails scratched his back every time he entered himself inside her.

His lips dug on her skin as the intensity of his movements increased. He bit and sucked on her nape earning a scream from her.

Her palm fisted over his hair as she pulled him down to her bosom, his lips caressed the curves of her cleavage as he licked her milky soft skin.

After the sweet, loving tortures he pulled himself up and pinned her on the surface of the soft mattress. He lifted his head up and gazed at her with those darkened orbs filled with desires.

She too gazed into them as a sudden blush crept up to her brown cheeks forcing her to hide her face on his chest. 

He came closer as she shut her eyes more tightly waiting for the pleasurable pain but like suddenly everything changed.

"Jaldi uth, Akshu!"

(Get up, Akshu)

An irritated scream reached her ear and after that a cold liquid slapped her face.

In a few moments, she was totally drenched. Akshita jerked out of her intimate dreams which she was living in sometime ago and faced the reality of her life.

"Are you dumb, Akshu? It's 8 o'clock and you are still laying in bed? Maasà has called you, did you forget it?" The lady in front of her yelled as she rubbed her eyes in boredom as soon as reality hit her.

She threw the quilt behind and ran down towards the washroom holding whichever clothes came in her grip.

"Wait for me, didisà!"

Her last words made the lady shake her head but the blooming smile didn't fade from her face.

Akshita hurriedly walked out of the closet as she wore her jhumka, bangles and anklets matching her orange lehenga.

"Am I looking good? I haven't missed anything, right?" She checked herself in the mirror and enquired her sister-in-law about her looks.

"Yeah, the most important thing. Girl, you will never grow up. Where's your sindoor? That's the most important thing, if maasà sees you like this then she will kick you out of the house." Gayatri laughed to tease her more.

"Aap hamesha hume chidhate rehte hai. Maasa humse bohot prem karte hai. Woh hamare sath kabhi aise kuchh nahi karenge"

(Why do you always tease me? Maasà loves me, she won't do that stupid thing you are saying.)

"She loves her son more than anything, don't forget you are her daughter-in-law."

Akshita twitched her nose at her words and checked herself in the mirror, then ran to the Rathore villa, which was none other than her second home, her husband's residence.

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In the afternoon, after completing her work, Akshita ran from there towards the farms. Crossing the fields, she reached near a tree which had a lot of memories stored in it.

Her soft palms touched the hard bark of the tree where a name was carved. Seeing it, her cheeks turned red as last night's intimate thoughts knocked her mind. Her body felt the sparks as she smiled covering her face with her palm.

Akshita sat under the peaceful shelter. Her fingers were holding a pen as she took the last page of that blank notebook. Then putting her hairs up in a bun, she started writing something with the continuous blush.

"It's the 200th letter I am writing to you Rudra. When will you come back?" Her heart voiced out as the emotions converted in the form of tears.

At one side where her heart was cherishing the love it held for her beloved and the other side was craving for his presence. She was missing the beautiful part of her life. She was waiting for the moment when her eyes would fix his beautiful hazel pairs.

"15 sal hi gaye tumhare jane ke bad. Kya Shivji abh bhi hamare puja se prasann nehi hue? Kya woh abhi bhi hamari pariksha lenge?"

(Already fifteen years have passed, don't know when shivji will be satisfied with my prayer and bless me with your love. Will he give more tests of my love?)

Her inner voice spoke.

"You had promised me that you will come back soon, but see you forget me." She complained with a little pout.

"Last time you came here but didn't meet me, or should I say, I didn't know about your arrival"

Her eyes glared at the picture of her beloved attached to her notebook.

"I know at the end you have to come near me only, but still I can't bear this separation anymore. I fulfilled every promise you had taken from me. You wanted me to take education. See, I did"

She smiled remembering his last words.

"I am missing our moments, Rudra. I miss us. I miss those beautiful days when you and I were together. Our childhood was very precious. I know you miss me too. You can't forget me. After all none can handle my buddhuram's tantrums except me." Her melodious giggles filled the silence.

Suddenly her cheeks burnt with heat as she remembered last night's dream. She couldn't stop herself from smiling like whatever she did, nowadays these kinds of intimate dreams had made a fixed place in her mind.

It was like her feelings had changed into the romantic feelings which a woman had for her man. She first used to think of it as lust and the desires of her body but with time her soul understood, it wasn't lust but the craving of her heart. The heart which craved to unite with her beloved. She felt the purity and depth of her love.

"I will confess my feelings to you rudra. We are already married, but the situations are different now. That time, it was just like a play for us but now it's a true self of our love. This marriage indicates that we are made for each other and Shivji himself has crossed our ways. I love you rudra! I love you!" Her lips curved as she embraced his picture to her heart and sat there in the peaceful atmosphere with his memories..

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