He broke the hug and took her face in his strong hands. He is clearly overwhelmed. Tears flowing from his eyes and lips curled inwards, he is ready for a break-down. He didn't know how to tell her what this saree meant to him or to show the depth of this emotions to her. He wasn't worried about how she would take, infact he is more sure than ever that she is ready for him. Still he need to tell it before doing anything at all, but words failed him. His lips were so stiff that he struggled to even open it for her. With the face full of emotions and eyes full of indebtness, the world seemed to had stopped forever at that point.

For what it felt like an eternity to Kathir, is a blink of an eye for Mullai. She witnessed it all in THAT nano second. His pain, happiness, gratitude, even the mild cry of helplessness -  all at a time. She was about to flash a fresh smile, but, on the next blink, he was already kissing her, all over the face, with a audacious passion.

Kathir was never desperate also not dispassionate. Love is an emotion which is developed over a person in a phased manner, but not the passion. Passion takes only a second to possess a person completely. But there could be no passion without love.

Not to be confused with lust :) Lust is strong sexual desire. But passion is a strong desire to express the love in the sexual form. So, no lust? Ofcourse its there. It's a part and package of the relationship. But, lust follows passion religiously.

Kathir has become that cloud which was calmly collecting the rain all along and bursting at the right stance.

If Kathir is the unexpected cloudburst, Mullai is the human who was drenched in the surprising heavy rain.

Mullai who wasn't expecting this was pleasantly surprised. While she was expecting a break down, she was given passion. Reality is always better than expectation, isn't it? Still, she wanted to play it different and knew how to respond to this fiery passion. She didn't seek to hold him or revert to his emotions. With hands down her side and chin raised a bit, she calmly stood with a satisfactory smile playing in her lips.

The series of kisses are like those innumerable rain drops smashing her face. Sharp yet soothing. She had always longed for it and finally let herself soak completely.

Kathir lost count of the number long back and kept on going. With the passing time, he held her face more firmly and planted tight kisses. But his unconscious mind didn't let him touch her lips. He was going from eyes to cheeks, chin, nose and back to eyes then to earlobes, forhead and again back to the eyes. He kept coming back to the eyes. His heart told him love can be best expressed by kissing the eyes rather than lips. So whenever he goes down, at best to the chin, or to the sides at the back of her ears, he came back to the eyes.

When it felt like there is endlessness, Mullai finally gained the strength to stop Kathir. She slowly held one of his hand and kept the other in this chest and pushed him away gently.

Kathir who was lost in love was puzzled by this move of Mullai.