MERI KAHAANI, JAWALA KI ZUBAANI:
Tall, Dark, Handsome......oozing raw power and sensuality...and me.petite, charming in a white virginal dress.....and the weather dark, fearsome ...causing such permonitions in my bosom. And then I see him, he sees me......and the wind stops howling, becomes just a sweet breeze....and I sweep my shy eyes and walk away.....coz aggressiveness isn't my style of seduction.
And then while i walk away, even when my heart is thumping....and even when I want him to hold me in his strong arms against his rock like chest, still I gather my fluttering heart in my sighs and walk away every step away from him, forced by will power, coz my feet won't obey me. But I know, this is the man, My Man.......and I can't let my feet spoil my chances......so I turn my tiny waist and walk away towards the window and I can feel my eyes; Burning Intense eyes......watching my every movement........every tiny flutter of my dress...he is watching.
And he is infact, counting my steps, wishing he was my feet, so they wouldn't move away. Wishing he knew my name, thinking where he saw something so pretty....and answering himself nowhere. Meanwhile I reached the accursed window, and struggled with the latch, but it wouldn't open....and I badly need to breathe or my desire would consume me, so my delicate fingers fight a battle of their own to open but even they have a mind of their own....they wouldn't obey me and they just jostle with the latch.
And he, my Dream Man, watches the struggle with an aching heart, for every push to my white knuckled is like a nail in his heart, even though he doesn't know why he feels like that. He is surprised, so he just stands looming large over the person talking to him...........a beautiful girl named Cheryl. She holds the attention of the whole room....but he can't remember her name, coz he has even quiet forgotten himself. And even as Cheryl is asking him to join her for a drink, he is actually walking with her to the table, he finds himself watching the struggle of those fingers with a latch, he rushes forwards.........and in a minute chaeryl finds herself lonely while he has opened the window; which opens with a thud and cold wind gushes in sweeping away my hair which are now flying in all directions.
My look...heart thumping, but a picture of innocence...
By this time both of us almost fell off our chairs, laughing ofcourse, and Jawala left it up to me to give it a nice mushy ending. So I am whacking my head to put a "Happily Ever Part" to it, but I am afraid, that since I am not such an ardent reader of "Mills and Boons" I won't be able to do justice to it. Hence please feel free to continue it for me.
And then while i walk away, even when my heart is thumping....and even when I want him to hold me in his strong arms against his rock like chest, still I gather my fluttering heart in my sighs and walk away every step away from him, forced by will power, coz my feet won't obey me. But I know, this is the man, My Man.......and I can't let my feet spoil my chances......so I turn my tiny waist and walk away towards the window and I can feel my eyes; Burning Intense eyes......watching my every movement........every tiny flutter of my dress...he is watching.
And he is infact, counting my steps, wishing he was my feet, so they wouldn't move away. Wishing he knew my name, thinking where he saw something so pretty....and answering himself nowhere. Meanwhile I reached the accursed window, and struggled with the latch, but it wouldn't open....and I badly need to breathe or my desire would consume me, so my delicate fingers fight a battle of their own to open but even they have a mind of their own....they wouldn't obey me and they just jostle with the latch.
And he, my Dream Man, watches the struggle with an aching heart, for every push to my white knuckled is like a nail in his heart, even though he doesn't know why he feels like that. He is surprised, so he just stands looming large over the person talking to him...........a beautiful girl named Cheryl. She holds the attention of the whole room....but he can't remember her name, coz he has even quiet forgotten himself. And even as Cheryl is asking him to join her for a drink, he is actually walking with her to the table, he finds himself watching the struggle of those fingers with a latch, he rushes forwards.........and in a minute chaeryl finds herself lonely while he has opened the window; which opens with a thud and cold wind gushes in sweeping away my hair which are now flying in all directions.
My look...heart thumping, but a picture of innocence...
By this time both of us almost fell off our chairs, laughing ofcourse, and Jawala left it up to me to give it a nice mushy ending. So I am whacking my head to put a "Happily Ever Part" to it, but I am afraid, that since I am not such an ardent reader of "Mills and Boons" I won't be able to do justice to it. Hence please feel free to continue it for me.
2 comments:
And then suddenly.. I felt his hands ....catching my hairs.... Our eyes met and I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks...and his hands around my tiny waist... dragging me near....but stop!! who is pulling me away from him... no please no... I don't want to go away.. I want to be with him...
but no one is listening.... Suddenly I opened my eyes... and found my self in my room ..awake... and a puppy is pulling my sheet. I got up with the sweet memory of my dream man...one day I'll meet him in reality and will feel his breath on my cheeks... one day!
he he..good one daze
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