Undefined

By Nishakaru Dkhar

Watching the screen, leaning on the sofa, I felt a certain kind of relief. My girl was with me. I looked at her as she was tiredly resting on my arm, her back pushed into my chest, her eyes, fixed on the tireless screen. Maybe I ran a finger across her hair or I gave a gentle pat on the head, I don’t remember. But it didn’t matter because it meant the same. It meant that I loved her.

I pushed myself closer to her to traverse the little distance between us. But there wasn’t any. I was as close as I could humanly be. But I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted to get closer. So, I wrapped my arms around her and I squeezed her tightly. “You’ll break me,” she said. “No baby, I won’t.”

I kept my tight grip all around her little body, while she relaxed into mine. She paused the movie and turned towards me. Not completely, but half. A little tease.

Her eyes closed; I kissed her on her cheek. It was a gentle kiss, a soft touch.

I held her chin and moved it towards me. I kissed her, she kissed me. And within seconds, within time immeasurable, we were engulfed in a violent embrace. Our heads fell to the bed underneath, while we were tangled up in romance. Laying arms in arms, we squeezed ourselves together even closer. We kissed with the ferocity of the forces of nature. It was unimaginable. It was beautiful.

As we slowly got back to our senses, we moved our lips apart, took a breath, and kissed again. We kissed and we kissed. Our hands, tracing each other’s bodies, running through the heat of the skin.

By Nishakaru Dkhar