Chapter 58 — Petrichor & burning tobacco

Faraan's POV:

Like two birds with same stone, an idea flickered in my mind, I invited my friend Raja with his spouse at resort, as well as, one of an Arab delegate was on review tour...

Despite inviting them at home or restaurant, this natural view resort was perfect place to spend holiday itself.

That resort was all natural, with purposefully plantation of beneficial plants, like many herbs were cultivated as cash crops.....

Here in, I invested with a futuristic approach. Like an avocado Farm there was my brain child.

Firstly the land was so fertile. Secondly, proper rain system, throughout the year. Thirdly it's so moderately pleasant weather. But along with all artificial efforts, the natural charisma was still intact. The glacial lake, mountains with streamlets, mini falls ...flower beds. Forestry with nominal wild life. Yeah, naughty baboons tribe could be find with all their bluffs.

Noor, pick up the phone....

I was calling her for 15 minutes, she wasn't answering. I called Abdullah, he was here to manage and serve the guests. He told me he himself wasn't around, but at a tea stall of his friend.

So, soon the delegate left, with my P.A, as I signaled him to windup. I reached at my hut...

Hut was empty, only her sweet scent was there to welcome me, but my peace got contaminated.

Near the shore, I heard female voices, but Noor was not in them.

Suhana was there, playing with her decent friends.

Ughh.....

Searching outside of the hut, In garden, I saw her books n phone on the bench ...

'Is ko to koi bander bhi aghwa kersakta hai'

(Any baboon alone can kidnap her)

I thought as a matter of fact..

'Where is she.'

My worry grew....

If she wasn't on jungle expedition, no doubt, the area was quite safe, but again, I can't take risk on her...Once I told you a story (may be in chapter 15) which I read in my childhood, I read that a Wizard had his life in a bird, nobody can kill him until the bird is alive. Now I understand that to the bits. She is my life and it's enough to be enlightened.

"Noor!"

I heard myself resounding in meadow. Came no reply and that was the point to ponder.

"Noor!"

A series of pine and fir trees, the forest part was ahead....

After calling her many times, I found no reply. My veins felt Poisoned, that polluted my mind..

I reached at the stream, which was starting of the dense forest. Water was falling in pond, while making sound & suds.

Beep..beep..

Message tone resonated, just like through my heart. Jumping out of my skin, I produced my phone at once from my pant pocket.

But suddenly another sound made me flick into another direction...

Hmmm........

There was no one....

I slowly moved into the direction and then...

Thhick.....

I heard again, at my back.....what the heck. I turned and saw nothing but soon a familiar rustling sound made me turn around again.

So this...

I took sigh of relief, to the sight of that kid. Yes she was behaving like a kid.

For sure she was running like Usain Bolt.

I followed her. Like a monster following her, she was amazing at speed but she collapsed then. 'What a multi-talented girl. Ughh!'

I seriously thought a little punishment for her....because she teased a Beast.

"Hehe! Faraan, where were you?"

She stood up, tried a fake giggle, then decorated an innocent smile on her face, just acted like a top actress.

I registered in my mind there, that it's like all colors are made for her. In white dress she was feeling to me, like a little wandering nymph.

I said nothing, just gripped on her arm and started walking towards the hut.

In the room, she made excuses, but I couldn't help with it.

On top her excitement towards fireflies, was the pure testimonial of mine .

Queen of fireflies..

The room of the hut was icing on the cake. The dim n damp aura, dangled completely my control. I was going mad for a sweet little dramatic romance in the name of punishment.

Even she knew, I was wanting only a kiss, but I didn't get why she was in full mood of denying me. You know her no makes me crazy. So, suddenly my rampant side unfolded. On the slightest pretext, she was going to be punished with a forceful kiss.

"Faraan, that was a simple prank."

I gripped her hands in and pinned to the wall, above her head. I was amusing to see her little panicky face -her floral body struggling against mine.

"No!"

She was helpless now. I was just needing her. A harsh need. Her newer act, that she was calling a prank, just turned me on. You know already, she seduces me so well with her innocence, beside it she doesn't know about it.

So.......

I just couldn't control my on fervent side. I kissed her so hard. So wildly! I admit, that I hijacked her smile, glint of her twinkling eyes.

That was pure selfishness of mine.

...sobs...

She sobbed inside, eyes were closed. I myself was helpless to understand my wildness. Even she was behaving like it's her first forceful kiss.

I recalled her last night's attitude. That was so welcoming - so bounteous. But now, she was crying like, I kidnapped her at gunpoint.

I realized my control was evaporating, but seriously, she was inaccessible. I knew it so well.

I got frustrated....

Her squirming was making me more wild. The protest was nothing helping her but making me evoked.

"Ahhsss!"

She whimpered, when I lost my control and bit on my beauty's cherry like lips. Her achy jolts, made me realized my brutality. I slashed her lips to bleed...

She was crying. Her little figure making folds under my grip..

Big mistake there, I shouldn't have to be so brutal. I never wanted her to be hurt, but to hell upon with my animal passion.

Cursing myself I released her. She cringed in, curled inside like a rosebud. My wildness was visible...

I saw her face by lifting up....my beauty's wounded yet quivering lips.

"Sorry!"

Slowly I pardoned and swiped my tongue across her lips.....

She was looking at me like a prey to predator. Her wet, slippery cheeks....just immunized me.

"Noor, I'm obsessed of you."

I whispered - only I tried to justify my act.

"Yes you are."

She snapped away my hands. Her voice pitch wise lowest, weakest.

"Because I'm your s*x toy....ain't me?"

She blew me up...

*****

"What! What you said?"

A roar....like the untamed beast was simply unleashed. His voice reverberated through the wooden room. Muscles of his stubbled jaw were tensed enough, as they will tear the flesh in any moment.

He listened what, not believing in his hearing, or maybe not wanting to depict the connotation.

"Ahh!"

She whimpered, when his tight hold gone tighter on her arms. Gnashing at her, the maniacal gaze travelling all of her face..

"Leave me Faraan! you are hurting me."

She protested in drenched voice, tried to push him away with all her might but couldn't move him, even an inch away...

"What the hell nonsense you said?"

He gritted and the beastly glint shone in his eyes.

"I said..."

She got hitched the breath in her throat at his fierceness.

"BOLO!"

(Speak up)

He bellowed.

"Sex toy......Ahh!"

His ironic like grip, deliberately tightening over her arms; must be leaving blood clotting in veins.

"Your sex toy....me......(hitch)

just listen.. Sex toy... Sex toy...Sex t..mmm."

She was like exploded with tears, Faraan's gnashing gestures were intensified. She was repeatedly yelling the cruel word.

He couldn't bear more and palmed Noor's mouth at once.

"Noor.....just be quiet!" His voice like pleading her to stop.

She was squirming in his grip now, combating with the Beast like husband.

She was even going hyper, as her protest was exceeding the might she hold.

"Don't call this to yourself." He slowly freed her mouth and cupped her face. "Don't do this to me Noor! You even don't know the meaning of it."

Wounded lip ...quivering in pain, she jerked and let herself loose from firm grip. In fact, he allowed her to move away.

Faraan saw, she was crying silently, in the other corner of the room. Feeling hate on himself, he slowly moved forward to the Noor.

Her words, so poisonous. He failed to find the reason of such a corrupt allegation. How can his, so naive wife, think to this extreme.

"Sorry Noor! I admit my fault here-I went wild." So softly, he turned her to himself, his grip was now so gentle on her.

Hitch....

Her hiccup in reply. She again freed herself with little struggle.

"I hurt you. I know, I'm beast but what have you, in your mind about me?"

He again turned her slowly to himself, caressed her little frame and asked brokenly.

Personality split....bipolar.

Noor's cries suddenly stopped. While admitting in mind, she was looking askance upon him.

"Do you hate me...Noor?"

Reading the context, written in her eyes, he asked provocatively.

She was silent.

"Tell me, Noor!"

He asked, sounding sudden nonchalant and his grip tight on her arm.

"Yes, I-I h-hate you."

She replied in between sobs, but why, her heart gone sudden so heavy, so worn.

"Hmmm! I knew." He took sigh, "I was in utopia, I thought there is romance between us." He left her, made a wide distance. "But no! I was wrong." He was circling her.

"Don't worry, if you don't like me to near you....I will keep myself away.....because I truly love you Noor.....in fact adore!"

As he said decisively, Noor's body took an inside lurch.

"I won't touch you!"

Faraan's heavy voice boomed in the room, in her ears, in her mind.....and in her heart.....

"Noor, love and lust ....

two different emotions....

Poles apart. You couldn't feel the difference, you loathed me, categorized my pure emotion as lust!"

He spoke dismally. Eyes were like pointlessly boring at her.

She was froze. Evening dusk, was appeared in the room....and glum darkness in both of the hearts..

"I hurt you Noor, but you scarred me in reply."

He again came near, hold her arms, "Why Noor?" Asked brokenly. He was like dangling in between, to believe or not, the lethal pain just wrecked his heart.

He was in quest. "Would you like to answer me?" Looking into her glistening eyes, with his burning ones.

She was silent....hell silent.

Innocence doesn't means insanity... She knew, what have she done....what devastation has occurred within this brief time period, she knew.....but she was quiet...inappropriately mute.

Faraan, with his right hand, slowly rubbed his forehead, ruffled his hair, swiped his nape, but.... hysterically loosened his tie. The virulent silence was going to suffocate him.

Noor just blankly laid her eyes upon him.

'How can you hate this man....whose heart, beats for you'

His erratic breathing, heaving chest, in front of her eyes. Both of her mind and heart yelled upon her...

'How can you hate this man whom you have admit, a protective shade upon you...

Again yelled in unison....

You forgot, his heated embrace, you craved for??.. Noor...tell him you don't hate him..instead you madly love him Silence.....

She gulped down like a sore throat...lift her gaze again and caught a glimpse, her eyes just got fixed on a little light yielding bug.....which was wandering alone still in the room...

Faraan saw her center of attraction...her attention and her silence....with fissured heart.

Click....

The sound of door's unlocking, made Noor out of her soulful solitude....she didn't felt when Faraan left the room.

She looked around and found herself alone. She dropped herself on the floor, pessimistically...like a loser...

"Happy Noor?"

Her innocent heart, asked.

"Sure she is"

Her brain replied....

Subsequently she gathered herself, after laying their lifeless for 10 minutes.

"Faraan"

With little whisper she stood shakily, moved ahead, entered into the washroom.

In the mirror, gazing at her sore lip, she turned on the tap....

Ahhh......

She touched her lip, a soft cry escaped out of her lips.

She moved near to the mirror for a closer look.

"Kitnay stiches aye Noor?"

(How many stitches)

Her reflection mocked at her....she did splashes hurriedly and got out....

With weak legs, she stumbled to the bed, slowly removed sandals from her aching feet, she grasped on pillow, squeezed hard against her, she tried to cover up the pain, which had started in no time.....the callow pain, in her heart ................

...........

.......

"Come on girls....on your place.....

1......2....3....4"

This was Suhana, one of her kind....quirky girl...

Ring...ring..ringa...

Ring...ring..ringa ...

Ringa...Ringa...ring....

Chik...chik..chik...chik.

Chooa...chooa....chooa Chooa........

Giggles plus Song....

Fun-filled, squeaky chattering, all were going in, well-lit shore party.

Noor, with heavy heart, stood up, walked towards the balcony..

khatiyeh pe main padi thi, aur gehari nind badi thi ...

Ik khatmal tha sayana ...

Mujh pe tha uska nishana.....

chunari mein ghus gaya dhire dhire ...

O o o o o o o o oh.....

Aerobic Dancing...

She saw, Suhana with her friends was busy in Aerobic dancing...on the scandalous song.

Their synchronized moves, flexibility of the swinging bodies, all were much visible in leotards. Their wet hair, like earlier they enjoyed swimming too..

She looked at them with mouth agape, for a moment...Suhana's gleaming face, her captivating smile....carelessness was her trademark.

YaAllah , always keep her happy, with on right path...Ameen...and Allah! Show me right path too, I'm the biggest sinner here.

She didn't realized, when her eyes started pouring her heart out.

Knock....knock.....

As she heard knocking, instantly she wiped her cheeks...and moved towards the door, turned on the light.

Knock...knock....

Door was given again a minimal knock....

"Yes"

She had to answer, so she did, voice bit raspy.

"Madam, these are your things, Sir has told me to deliver it you."

Came the voice of Abdullah, from outside.

She draped her veil, secured it on head and around. Slowly she, partly opened the door and took what, he was handing her.

"Thank you!" She closed the door....after thanking him.

With blurred eyes, she saw her book, phone and....

A bug Jar, full of fireflies.

*****

1 month later:

The weather had changed many moods since morning...foggy to sunny, cerulean to granite sky.

But when sun's last kiss faded up in the horizon, windstorm brought a drizzling rain with it.

Forgetting the continuous rapping against window, in his chamber, Faraan was seated in front of table with elbows resting on cushioned armrest of the chair and steepled fingers.....on the table laptop's bright screen was spraying some light on his face....It was more likely that he was staring into space but in real unblinkingly his eyes were fixed on the screen.

The pair of  ebony eyes were glued on the screen where, pic of a shy bride was on display ......so beautifully dolled up, tip to toe. Her so innocent face was revealing her qualms. Her fragile frame's little shivers, camera couldn't capture, but he was there to witness that.

As he recalled that moment, a cryptic smile got smeared on his face...his fingers now tapping against each other....like he amused at the scene, projected by his mind.

His demeanor changed, he moved ahead, now his fingers on Touchpad was setting his private picture folder on slideshow.

Pictures of Noor....the bride..

"yaar ik smile hi day do"

(Just give me a smile)

He reminded his own demand and then proudly captured it, when bride granted him an innocent plus shy smile.....her perfect pearly teeth, like adding feathers to one's cap, glorified the picture's worth.

Trrnnn....Trrnnn His phone rang.....but his eyes refused to leave the screen, phone gone muted itself after several ringers.

He knew, who will be on phone, showing him the care....showing him concern.....

"Care....hunh!"

He smirked.

knock...knock....

Door was being softly knocked. "Enter!" Faraan granted permission loudly.

"Sir"

Mr. Javed came in ....

Trnnn ...Trnnn..

Again the phone rang....

Sigh.....

He signaled Mr. Javed to be seated....sighed and picked up the call.

"In office"

"I will be late!"

He hanged the phone, after precise convo, then addressed to his P.A.

"Mr. Javed, you still in office?"

Faraan twisted his wrist, glancing through his watch, he was asking with concerned look in his eyes.

"Sir, I'm responsible to be around until you are here, in the office."

Mr. Javed obediently described one of his designative liability.

"Hmm....Mr. Javed, you may take your leave now, I know you have..... family.....they must be waiting for you....it's really very late....well...I'm here, for some more time."

Faraan slowly lid down the laptop.... gathered some of his files, while placing safely inside the drawer, he spoke to Mr. Javed.

"Thank you sir."  He paused then spoke.

"Sir Ivy enterprises have sent their proposal....they are asking for nearest meeting."

"Too familiar charade!"

With knitted brows in need of agreement, Faraan looked at his P.A.... .on the same time, reading his Boss's gesture, Mr. Javed wanted to say something there, but Faraan then continued on.

"Time spoilers are in abundance here in market, I can't pay heed to all mushrooms like growing fake clients.

[Fake: In the sense, no deal could be finalize after meeting]

"Sir!" Mr. Javed gave an optimal nod.

"Appoint an experienced, trustful corporate personnel—Mr. Javed! Company needs one!"

He was now agreed to fill the vacuum in this well reputed company.

"Sir, this is the best idea."

"Hmm."

Faraan backed away in his chair as signaling him to leave.

"Sir, do you need some coffee?" Mr. Javed asked, before leaving.

"Thanks... no caffeine tonight." Faraan waved hand dismissively and opened the bottom drawer of his huge office table.

"OK Sir, goodnight."

Mr. Javed gave a concise nod. He turned to leave, while thinking about the Boss's no coffee mood-on top late night presence in office, since many days.

As he left, Faraan picked out and put a wooden flat box on the table...

"Cigarro."

Spanish carved on the lid. It was a humidor box.

Faraan slowly unlatched and revealed 12 premium Cuban cigars-one of his European client's gift. He liked the gift as a Souvenir, but now, an escape an experience.

He wasn't a smoker, all his life was categorized in healthy manner, it's not that he never touched a cigarette ever. Yes for some days in his college life, this boyish thrill fantasized him...but as he stepped into his enthusiastic era, his sporty physique came him across with a renowned Swimmer, which become afterwards his coach.

He earned many titles and great habit of daily exercise. He lacked the time to pass in any absurdity...

"It's tobacco tonight!"

He mumbled while, undoing the Jumanji style box. Where he found, cigar cutter and a jet lighter in another case inside.

He picked the cutter and held out a cigar....perfectly, he cut the end off, just made it ready to smoke. He stood up from chair, after igniting it properly.

Puffing slowly, he moved towards darkened part of his chamber, the bay window......

He pulled the remote out of holder, pressed a button and motorized curtain gone swayed away.

He slowly undid all buttons of his Turkish blue shirt exposing his vest beneath.

Sturdy, tall frame, was looking so perfectly in shape, rolled-up sleeves defining his muscular forearms. Shined, lace up Italian, Stefano shoes, He ruffled his wavy hair and shoved his hand leisurely in his pant pocket, with other hand he sucked the cigar, so harshly.

Puff......

He exhaled a greyish puff, searching in dark through window glass, with deepening thoughtful eyes....

Hmmm.....

He took a forlorn sigh....

'Noor'

His mumble wasn't enough loud that, he himself couldn't hear.

Rapping against window sudden grew. A fleeting crack of lightening gave luminosity to the sky, yet surrounding. The scenic beauty was like cloaking in mist.

He took inward a long yet harsh suck. Tobacco burned at the edge of cigar, generated smoke, puffed out of his mouth. Deliberately his thoughts were all focused on Someone.

30 days ......but feeling like 30 years passed. But he wasn't finding peace, his heart all scarred, hurt...pierced.

Puff.....

'You won't feel my love ever.'

Puff.....

He jerked his head and slightly rubbed his popping vein in temple....

Again he felt slightly pain in the muscles of his shoulders. This continuous headache plus muscles stiffness, made him to consult his doctor in evening...

["Mr. Faraan, your blood pressure not in prime state, it's on border....you have to keep an eye on it."

"Doctor, what's the main cause?"

He slowly straightened up and doctor released his arm from that stick on cuff.

"Actually, it happens reasonlessly, when you have it in your family roots..."

Doctor paused for a second, searched his face then continued.

"Stress is main cause...tension, depression, leads to anxiety, hypertension, migraine, blood pressure etc." He paused for a moment then continued.... "Mr. Faraan Businesses shouldn't be on your nerves... maybe it's your stress intake."

"Business and boxing are gateways to relieving my all stresses.....trust me doctor."

Faraan replied smilingly.

"That's great Mr. Faraan, but you know some of lopsided thoughts can lead to stress, even you are unaware."

Doctor smiled back at the young man, and scrawled something on his writing pad..

"Doctor, thoughts are invaders, these don't knock.....we are

rope tied to welcome these... doesn't matter good or bad."

He replied to doctor, uncannily.

"Mr. Faraan, Just marry the woman, you loved"

Doctor was professionally smiling]

...........

Bleak weather....bleak thoughts..

Another lightning bolt made his eyes to glint. He sought something in darkness then glanced through his watch.

Avoiding hard but thoughts of her invaded his mind, with full of its force.... He slowly left the bay window, and turned on the Bluetooth Office Stereo.

Micro speakers in ceiling, were streaming the music.

Relaxed in couch with sprawled legs and one folded arm at the back of his head. Now puffing slowly, he was letting himself flow in melody. His heart's interpretation was going on. He was in process of Catharsis.....

*****

Noor's POV:

Pure Petrichor...

Like...

A homely, baked-earth ...

In loved with it the most, but no attraction today...neither tonight.

It was raining, since many hours...I was on terrace..mixing my tears in Serum of the sky, But...still My pluviophile soul was still thirsty...Rain made my state more vulnerable..

'Please Faraan, pick up the phone'

It's...late night, he isn't home... I was calling him and...he..was not picking up....

'Please come soon.'

I called again and he picked....at last.

"Faraan...weather is worst, Where are you?"

My drenched voice. I was feeling pity on me at that time.

"Jaldi ajaye na."

(Please, come soon)

My hidden plea.....was answered by his cold voice.

My heart was aching now. His rudeness is not better for my innocent heart.

I'm......Noor... Mrs. Faraan....

So alone.....

Mom isn't here....

My brother isn't....here...

They have gone, My brother got a Better Job in Qatar...mom is with him.

My beast .......Ahhh...

For him.....I'm not here...

Look no one is mine.....simply...

The day I said goodbye to my mother and Brother....from the time I'm half dead.

I didn't cried in front of them, beside this my heart was bleeding, I smiled, I only smiled...

That was fake face of mine, but when they left finally for Airport, my reigns loosened.

Mom, and Bhai were also in tears. Ahhh my loves, part of my blood, part of my flesh. How can I live without seeing them....

My Bhai....

Allah...how many testimonies for my Bhai?

'Allah give my loves a beautiful, healthy... long life ..Ameen.'

At the Airport:

"Salaar, just don't hesitate for any kind of favor."

This was my hubby, present on the airport, for bidding farewell to his in laws....

My Bhai hugged him in return. He was patting his back in friendly way.

"Aunt, don't cry. You know I'm here for her. She is my responsibility. You need not to worry at all......Trust me."

He precisely comforted my mom. His venerable mother in law.

My mother patted on his leaned shoulder with happy tears.

I was madly hugging to Mom and Bhai...when their boarding announced, I clung to my mom.. I remember, Bhai was hiding his tears, when I glued onto him.

Ahh...

My hubby, how cold he was, towards me... completely stranger type....like consoling one of his worker.

Standing in akimbo posture as battle against his body..to not to touch me....as....as he will become statue, if he get a touch of mine.

"Noor, sambhalo khud ko."

(just compose yourself)

His cold voice, this side was wounding me, I was like fish outside of the pond. His avoidance was slashing me with double edged sword.

A deep soothing hug of him was my cure.

My fault isn't this big.....

May be it is........

Wait, what do you think? I only here with all faults in my account?

I am burdened, I'm silly.......everything with me is upside down..

Hitch...

Please forgive me people, I always cry...but tell me, what can I do?....beside crying..... It's like....it's like an ocean of tears inside me.....which have been refilled, every other moment.....

I am sorry.....

I want to share my burden.....Ahh...I'm so abrupt here, I need to share....or I will die....simply...

OK, I tell you from the beginning...

You know what happened at lake resort....

I pranked, and he punished me for it...

I felt so helpless, that I hurt him with my dirty word....I called him enough bad, that I'm not finding courage to repeat that word again...

After that, he dropped me at my mom's. As a matter of fact, I felt it pleasant. I was perplexed a bit but I got busy in exams. Mom asked for few times about my stay...it was so long...but I satisfied her with this:

"Mom, Faraan wants me to appear in exams with full preparation."

As my mom and Bhai left, He took me home, very calmly. Opposite to my expectation, that he will melt after seeing me crying badly, but instead he was making me swoon over his Alpha male presence.

Ahh......

Now it's more than a week, I am pretty alone, Suhana too has left....her vacations were over...

So he doesn't talk with me....he behaves like I'm not around.....I love him....

I love my beast....my husband..my everything.... But he doesn't love me....he is torturing me with complete ignorance.

He comes late at night....he never sleeps in his room, not with me. He sleeps somewhere else. I don't know where....err!

He never looks at me. He never admires me, even I'm clad in beauteous way.

(One day I tried it, Suhana made me wore Sari. The electric blue Sari. She did my make over actually she sensed the cold war between us, I never told her the whole story but she is genius, she said.

"Nor, it's your right, don't leave him like this.......unleashed...."

She emphasized on unleashed.

So, I surrendered myself to Suhana, she made me look like a blueberry party cupcake....I protested but she never listened...and said.

"Babes you are looking so sexy...You should be grateful to God, that I'm straight, otherwise...."

I didn't get what she was saying beside sexy me..

I thought ....

'Hmmm...my beast likes this word to praise....so it will be true tonight'

But he never looked, even a glimpse of mine....and dashed out of room with his leather office bag, as I'm going to steal his documents or business secrets.

I bled tears, soaked my pillow all the night...

Outside of the room, on breakfast table:

"Noor...start your breakfast."

In front of....only Zareena or other helpers, he talks to me....

I butter a slice for him...he never takes...he takes simple instead.

I pour tea in his cup, he picks juice and vice versa as my hands makes thing toxicant for him. Other than this, he starts reading newspaper as I'm nothing of him.

Someone tell my beast, his beauty is dying slowly, as she daily cries in lonely nights....she is shattered. She is waiting to be collected by him...she can't share her pain...she smiles falsely.....she has nothing left but only her wounded ego...she ...couldn't confess her fault in front of him but in front of you she is announcing.... She loves ...hitch...she loves..her man.....loves her beast...so much....

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[The rain, it pours a sorrow tune, The clouds hold shelter to the moon To where am I supposed to look?

My star, the sky has solemnly took Lit no more, is the flame we held His sight remained, yet mine rebelled Drifting by was a familiar wind, Without a choice, the breeze flew in Eyes set focus upon a glare, Ignoring tremors, I allowed the stare A whisper begged, who could this be?

Deceiving voices cried, could this be me?

An empty life turned painfully numb, In my own world, I lived, it turned me dumb Entranced by my star, a love was sprung Blissfully so, such a love came undone By two distant souls, that love could be no more Louder now, the sorrow tune shall pour]

Poem by:

Antonina Berezowska ******

Rain was stopped... Little lightening in the sky, was making the night to me... so abysmal...

Beside, sitting beneath the table umbrella, I was somewhat drenched....I thought to change my dress, before going to bed., With uncanny feelings I stood up and took refuge in washroom. Tears too had refused to shed anymore. My eyes were hurting now. I twisted warm water knob and with clothes on I stood under shower. After a few moments, I slowly slipped of my clothes....

Looking at my body with water streaming down, my eyes gone shut and I-I Imagined him. My Beast.

I imagined he's looking at me with his intense gaze as he used to do. I bit my lip and wrap my arms around, as if he's in real looking at me....I felt then goosebumps were erupting on the spots, where he showed dominance most of the time. My bosom, my belly-my thighs.

'what's wrong with you.'

I shyly chided myself, but my mysterious feeling. It was beyond to explain.

I slowly twisted off the shower knob., wrung slowly my hair and wrapped towel around my body.

Honk!...Honk!

Car Horn's so dim sound .....reached my ear....

He arrived...My husband...My beloved beast...Mery Naraz shohar....

My heart started beating fast......and it was daily routine of this insane organ....it thinks that.... He will come, carry me in his arms...and will endearingly ask...Noor are you OK?..Ahhh...pagal kahi ka...mera dil...

I looked in the mirror. My gloomy face was gleaming now. I had an idea.....to trap him...to make him surrender...

Yes an idea!!!!

But tell me....will he?