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Long back when her father Arvind was suffering from the pain of losing his two horses, she had adorned the stable with fresh small plants, sowing seeds of flower boring, fruit boring ones, some herbal ones too in and around the place.

The stable no more looked defunct, and gaining a new existence, the sight of it had instantly vanished all her father's grief. She rejoiced her father spending time there, in peace and so was she.

But now standing in the same place, it did not feel the same. Her heart was still unresolved, it was true though forgiven the past will never be forgotten and it haunted her so much that she lose the peace within herself. And in that moment, she wanted him, her heart wanted him, her mind wished for his presence, for he is the only medicine, the only aid for all her scars.

The Sun was down and so was she, with her open tresses, her pallu fliting to the air. Her simple cotton saree had struck to her skin, revealing her hidden figure, curves of her enticing body. Though the force of wind was more than usual, she did not flinch to it. Her heart pleaded a little distraction from all the illusions that controlled her verity.

Meanwhile standing near the threshold of the house, his heart ached reminding her eyes that held pain when he introduced his new friend to her. It had pained him too, but with the sudden fear enveloping his soul, he was frightened at her questions which would bring him the natural death, so easily.

As he stared the stable, the one adjacent to the house, "Dada, boudi ko aapki zaroorat hai. Jayiye, shayadh woh intezaar kar rahi hogi." Turning to his brother, he nodded, "par Batuk, agar usko mujpe..." his words stopped when his brother shaked his head, " woh boudi hai, aapki patni, aapki Bondita, joh aap se bhi jyadha aapko janthi hai. Jayiye dada." His heart suddenly lit at this, yes, no matter what, his Bondita knew him better, better than himself, and so there was no place for the superfluous questions, "Jaa raha hoon, meri patni ke pass," and with Batuk passing an affirming smile, he strolled towards the same stable where his wife stood.

It was dusk. Her perturb eyes observed the fields in front of her, but her mind was too consumed in him, her husband. She was accusing herself for being such troubled though she knew the reason, it was the fear of losing him, "patibabu."

The scar that frightened her, woke her up in mid nights, made her restless, feel futile, atlast the dreaded question that rised in her feeble heart about her place in his life, in her patibabu's life. At the age of twelve, she believed she loved him or she was made to believe such and was also asked to progress her relationship with him by persuading him. She was told rather convinced that he would love her like a wife, the one she was never entitled to. The hopes and wishes her naive heart held led her to hurt herself with his name on her hand, and what not...... She believed he would accept her, and love her the way a wife is to be loved and atlast pulled out all the stunts as told, yet failed, failed miserably. And she being also the reason for pushing him into bigamy, forcing him to act against his own principles was an unhidden fact.

Caressing his name with her thumb, pressed a soft kiss on it, "patibabu."

But now years after, it was still affecting her, infact more than the past. The thought of losing him means losing her world, her identity, her everything, including her.
Trying to pause her unpleasant thoughts, taking the shovel knelt down to dig the soil. She had always felt a strange connection with this soil of her land, for it had heard all her worries, pain, pain of separation from her sakha babu for six long years, and surprisingly the soiled earth had pleased her.
And as she began, at the corner of her eyes saw him walking towards her, her heart warned her of his presence. A  part of her wanted her to rush to him while the other part wished for her disappearance.
She had been losing factuality and at that moment she did not wish to hurt him with the words she never meant but was too afraid that it would come out without a filter. Though she never wanted one for it is him, her patibabu, the one who knew her more than herself. But still she feared.

As she continued her work threw the shovel away, but feeeling the hole to be too small to plant the sapling, began to dig the wet soil with her hands.
His heart pained at her refusal to acknowledge his presence, maybe even her questions wouldn't have but her this denial had already given him his expected death.

Out of a sudden his entrancing smell engulfed her, with his fingers slightly brushing hers, her eyes found his the ones filled with agony hers was no less and he realized that, with the chillness in breeze increasing their hearts were burning at the distance they made to themself.
Kneeling beside her, with his hands slipped into the same pit which had hers, it was relief he wished for and it was serenity he gained.
She stood up, and this stabbed his heart. Did his Bondita wish to run away from him, no never even if she wishes for it she is not allowed too for he had right on her, on her heart, on her love which she herself cannot disapprove.

Standing up, held her wrist, she did not flinch and this hurt him, does his touch had no effect on her, it was something unbelievable for him and he even did not wish to believe this, with another forceful tug pulled her on his chest and embraced her, she did not resist and she didn't know why maybe this was what her heart wished for, longed for but her mind had betrayed her making her believe the exact opposite.
Within seconds, he felt his shirt getting wet he knew she was crying and when he was about to console felt her hands clutching his shirt behind, her clutch was more that it was tightening his shirt and his hands tightened around her waist. Both stood glued to each other trying to erase all the false apprehensions that had tormented their souls.

"Bondita," he softly called pressing a kiss on her head. She nudged her face on his chest rubbing her nose on his bare skin, there.

"Bondita, meri titli, meri chand, meri sukumari," he cooed her embracing her more, to reach to her soul. She gripped him pressing herself on him, and winced, "patibabu."

Feeling her skin on his chest, it aroused him, he wanted to do... to her, to her skin, to her soul, and to himself. Mentally slapping himself for such a thought, he spluttered, "Muje.. muje maaf kardho... Bondita. Mein..."

She upped her face to look at him, his teary red eyes had conveyed his untold affliction and she felt a sharp pang of guilt. Did he think she did not believe him, did not have faith in him, how could he if his eyes meant that, then it would mean she was at fault, she had failed. Atlast her trust on him can never be questioned, not even by himself. She didn't give him that right, for it was unshakable, an unwavering resolute.

She backed herself instantly with her complaining eyes and this sudden distance had made his heart throb violently, "Bondita..." He paused when she showed her palm, he feared her next action, was she going to question,  dying felt like a better option.

"Yeh kya hai?" The simple words terrified him, he squeezed his eyes in anguish. The great Anirudh was shaking infront of his only little wife.

"Aapko kya laga aapki Bondita ko aap pe bharosa nahi hai? Yah nahi hogi? Bathayiye." It was rain in the desert and that's how he felt, opening his eyes saw her, trying to believe it was true, did her words mean she believed him and still does. Does she mean that?
His heart yearned for her, for her embrace and his determined heart did not wish to back from this.

As he gaped her in amaze with open mouth, she continued "yeh kaise soch liya aapne? aap aur mein alag nahi hain patibabu hum ek hai, aur muje  khood se bhi jyadha aap par vishwas hai. Mere vishwas par koi bhi prashna nahi uta sakthey, aap bhi nahi." Her body was shuddering furiously when she warned him.

He felt on top of the world, her angry words were soothing him, they broke all his doubts, vanished all his pain. He felt blessed to have her, he thought her questions would give him a tormented death but it had given him life, a new one and he decided to use it by worshipping his goddess, his wife, his Bondita.

He smiled. He tried to hold her hands, she retorted wriggling, "chuyiye math, jaan loongi aapka" with her eyes tearing.

He chuckled, "Manzoor hain, par tujse doori bardash nahi muje!"

Her eyes met his, it was peace that she discerned but along with that, there was something else, something she could not decipher, it was too demanding and she lose herself in them. It was not frightening yet was giving her chills, though it affected her she didn't wish to back this time from him, from her husband.

Stepping towards her, so close to her, feeling her breathes on his skin, wiping her tears, looking intently into her eyes "Bon..." placing her forefinger on his lips, she sushed him shaking her head, "aapko kuch kehna hain na?" he nodded feebly, "Math kahiye," he frowned, "muje pyaar ko dekna hai, sunna hai, mehsoos karna hai, anubhav karna hai, kya aap muje apki pyaar ki duniye mein le chalenge?" She asked with her own heart fluttering at his reaction.

This time he did not smile, but he gazed seriously, it was intensifying emitting a queer warmth, and before her taking back her words he had slipped his hand on her lower back and tossed her on his right shoulder. And then, he chukled at her surrender, his own heart thuded hard anticipating the night with her, with his wife.

It took minutes for her to realize that she was tossed and was dangling on his shoulder. She knew he was strong, but this was the first time she realized how much he was in real. She squirmed, "patibabu, chodiye... chodiye... gir jayenge hum."

He chortled before tossing her carefully on the hard ground inside the shed of the stable, and without giving her a second to adjust to the situation hovered over her. Her eyes met his, she juddered slightly with her lips quivering and he smirked at her state. And that moment, another realization striked her, he was hers and only hers. She never needed any certification or clarification for it.

With both his hands resting at her sides, confining her, restricting her, she gulped and he slightly bent down pressing his hard chest on her and rubbed his nose with hers. She bit her lower lip, and her shaking hands rised up to hold his colars.

"Apni ankon se yese kaid nahi kar sakthe, muje."

"Mei toh tuje apni dil mein, pehle hi kaid kar chuka hoon. Tum meri bandhi ho, meri ho."

He rised his brows smirking, "aaj mera haq muje milna chayiye, Muje koi nahi rok satha," she pressed her lips tightly, "koi rokna bhi nahi chahthe," she smirked back pulling him more down and inhaling his fragrance from his neck.
He groaned, "Bondita..." it trembled her, leaving his shirt moved her hands up, and caressing his cheeks, "anke kholiye... aur dekhiye apni Bondita ko," and before him opening his eyes, she had pulled his lower lip into hers sucking it.
Managing his weight with his elbow, his other hand knead her shoulder, slipping down he caressed her cleavage with his thumb. Her toes curled in excitement, and head arched back in urgency.

Losing himself in the kiss, intoxicated by the feel of her skin against his. He sat pulling herself up, both were panting and sweating. They smelt wild, passionate love.
He infirmly shaked his head, his hands stroking her open tresses. Passing a warm smile pulled his face to her, pressing a kiss on his forehead found his eyes burning in risque, pulling him down to her heaving bosoms pressed his face against her chest, "mere dadkaan aapko mehsoos karna chahthi hai, patibabu." He understood her, he felt uncontrolled, his mind raced fast with hammering heart, he refused to distance himself from the feel of her softness against his cheeks. The feeling was something indescribable and he wished to cherish it more, tonight. Their bodies were soiled with wet mud as their hands stroked their skin.

As his hands held her shoulder pressed her down back on the ground, he upped to look at her, his charming eyes were possessing her. Though she was little afraid posed confident to him, and though he wished to ravish her tried to compose himself infront of her.
Lowering himself, kissed her cheeks trailing to her jaw, his hand fondling her softness, his feet rubbing against hers. She whimpered closing her eyes, this was new and her body was reacting as if she was exposed to fire.

"Pati.. babu...." the seductive sedate moan disclosed her craving for him. The night darkened, and so was their intensity, the fierce need to feel each other skin made them shed away all the existing inhibitions.
Soon, they were under a blue sheet sheathing their bodies from the world. He was hers and she was his, and they belonged to each other in every way, with their clothes heaped near their feet, the yellow lamp flickered and the silhouette of their entwined bodies fell on the ground.
Unable to hold more, clasped him, his bare body was giving her sparks, an unknown yearning.  With the sensuality growing between them, she could feel him hardening it was hard to resist and she blushed at this, shivering beneath him. And she was doused.

"Bahut khoobsoorat dikrahi ho... mere pyaar mein," she lowered her eyes.
When he was about to get up from her reluctantly, her eyes widened and pulled him down on her, feeling ignited, patting her cheeks shaked his head fraily, she knew it was about her, his resistance was for her, fearing her pain.
Gaining courage, upping her face to him kissed his neck while her fingers fumbled on his bare chest, her kisses trailed more down and so was her fingers.

Anticipating her next move pulled her head up, his hands lost in her black tresses, his heavy eyes were seeking permission and as she blinked with a smile that could break and make him, with his face snuggling on her neck, he instantly slid himself inside her, their eyes closed trying to feel their new fervent exertion, as he slowly invaded her, she squeezed her tearing eyes, she felt tearing, as he pluged deep into her, she clutched his arms her nails piercing his skin in return. It was unexpected to her, yet she gave in. They were tousled.
He tried to go easy, go slow but was unable to and as he conquered her felt her seizing him, all him.
Odd sounds left their mouth, as they relished each other with what ever they had. She had always felt him in her but this feeling of him inside her was different, totally inexpressible.
She whimpered, "agh..." messyly and he forced a kiss on her trembling lips, moved his lips to kiss her tears away. It was just minutes, she felt herself full with him, complete with him. Her eyes remained closed feeling his new warmth inside her and with a shattering moment he laid on her saplessly. Though he yearned more, being well aware of her sensitive body he paused to give her time. He felt her hands gliding on his back, her lips trailing the sweat from his face to neck.

Their breathing was still rugged after their first love making. And their perfervid romance, moans and groans were tainting the stable. Their bodies were flushed, reddened with love marks.

Pulling himself back, layed on his back beside her with a exultant grin and pulled her on him, the then collision had intensified back all his desires, yet as he laid still trying to feel her softness, her soft skin on him. She instantly wrapped her hands around him, pressing her face on his chest with a beautiful smile lingering on her swollen lips, whispering "patibabu." Her body was in pain, yet her eyes glistened at the ecstasy they experienced, at the euphoria their bodies rejoiced.

It was midnight as they lay entangled, saw him sleeping in tranquil. She smiled, and drew patterns on his bare chest where her name was printed. She unknowingly pouted, wishing for more and with that, "Apki Bondita ki neendh udake, aap soh rahe. Bahut galath aur iske liye aapko sazaa milega," she pressed her lips on his, but was startled when he pulled her upper lip into his and as he nibbled her, his hand caressed her bare back and their legs were pressed against each other fervidly, he uttered, "kadi sazaa bhi manzoor hai, patni ji."
She was taken back by his sudden controlling, pulling back her face hid her face on his neck while he chukled opening his eyes stroking her hair, "patibabu...." she uttered shyly, and he pressed a kiss on her from side, she hid more.

And promptly, "Bondita, Muje kuch dinon ke liye Lahore jana hoga, aur kal hi muje nikalna hoga." He said feeling sad at the thought of distancing from her, he felt it would be difficult but it was feeling worse now after them being this close to each other.
She was overwhelmed feeling him, but now she twitched and turned herself, her back was facing him now. The sudden lose of her skin was devastating him, moreover the sight of her bare back was churning him, kindling wild ideas to feel her more.
Turning to her, gliding his hand on her waist inside the sheet he could partially feel the jingles of her bosom and it was maddening him, still "Bondita..." he half groaned, "math jayiye... muje aapki zaroorat hai, patibabu" she let out trying to feel his pressed up body against her. His grip tightened, snuggling his face in her hair nudging his nose on her nape, "wahan, sasoorji ko bhi mera zaroorat hai," her eyes closed as his hand slid further on her body, "unki beti se jyadha nahi," she murmured making him weak.

And when she turned to him, their heartbeats fastened as their fronts rubbed, his gaze scrutinized, gaping her, she was glowing differently, her skin hued with his colour of love. He felt triumphant for that, "kal ka kal dekhenge, abi muje bahut kuch karna hai apni patni ke sath," and she stared blankly with her palm pressed to his chest, "kya?" And he smirked, pulling her on top as he laid back on the ground, "pyaar" he murmured nibbling her earlobes and she felt her heart palpitating hard inside her chest.
As his hand wrapped around her felt her enticing curves, he lowered his lip more down trailing his passionate kisses further wetting her with his... and pulled the thin blue sheet over them.

It was predawn, and as they lay satiated in each other's sweat, as they quenched their this furtive love, they felt the need to lay in each other arms till eternity. He opened his eyes to the sight of his ravishing unkempt wife, his bewitching bold soulmate and impulsively pressed his lips on her slightly parted ones and slid his tongue, tasting her insides and when he tried to pull up felt her fingers gliding into his hair forcing him on her, and this time her tounge rolled on his lips teasing him, and swiftly slid inside "patibabu..." while his hands continued the sweet torture on her body, "Bondita..."

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VOTE & COMMENT.

True love is a mixture of trust and courage, sometimes it is required to manifest. And it is that, making people crazily desire their love.

LOVE, it is a magic. Known only to those who try to feel the wonders that it does to their hearts.