Kavir and Myra met as two broken souls.
As they shared their darkest secrets amidst numerous nightmares, they dreamt of a happy forever.
As the magic potion of love made them feel complete, they celebrated each other's madness.
But fate had other plans, and they drifted apart to different paths only to meet again after a few years.
Did life give them a second chance to converge their paths? Or they remained forever as each others' memories?
As the party vibe kicked in and the dance floor opened up, Kavir walked up to Myra.
"Myra! One dance?" he asked, offering his hand.
She hesitated for a second, but without waiting for her response, he held her hand and walked her to the dance floor. The smile on her face said she would not refuse.
He yanked her hand, and she stumbled against his body as her palms landed flat against his chest.
"I am sorry," he said, holding his ear.
While she tried to slap him on his shoulder playfully, he held her hand.
He wrapped another hand firmly around her waist as the music toned down to slow beats.
As the soft music blended with the pleasant silence of newborn intimacy, they got rid of hesitations and unfastened their fears. The cold AC breeze started flowing across their faces. Grooving to the beat, he pushed her back and twirled her around. When he brought her back, they were closer than before. He stared at her intently, so firmly that she could feel the hairs on her arms bristle. He would not look anywhere but straight into her eyes.
After taking a moment to soak in her facial features, his gaze narrowed onto her nose ring.
She beamed at him with an expression of 'hold me tight!'
His hands wrapped around her waist, anchoring her frame to his chest and shoulders.
Every inch of distance between them felt like a mile for her.
The scent of his cologne invaded her senses and tamed her desire to get closer to him.
It was so tempting for her to close her eyes and burrow against him for the night.
All the noise and loud music surrounding them faded to the background as their gaze stayed locked on each other. They were clueless about what to make of the unfamiliar emotions and
the vibrant chemistry crackling between them.
Running his nose along her jaw, he whispered into her bare shoulder. Her lips shivered, and his breath danced across her slightly parted lips. A flutter started in her chest, and she swallowed hard.
"You feel this between us, right?" he paused and filled, "This connection? The chemistry we have!"
She breathed heavily, blinking at him while contemplating his words. She felt like she had lost all her strength in her knees and clenched his shirt for support. His gaze slid over her like a spray of anesthesia. Heat flooded her face, and she placed her hand on his chest. She could not hear the noise around her, nor could she see anyone else except him.
She could not understand if it was the alcohol that made her feel all warm and fuzzy, or his words!
But she certainly knew that he made her feel excited, probably more than any man had ever done before in her life.
"You are so beautiful. I feel like kissing you," he whispered against the shell of her ear. The warmth of his breath triggered a torrent of chills dancing down her spine.
"Tell me you feel the same way," he muttered.
Air got wedged in her throat, making it almost impossible for her to utter anything in response. His thumb stroked leisurely over her lower lip.
"Myra?" he called her name with a tinge of desperation in his tone.
His fingers flirted with her bare waist, where they hesitated. She felt like she would melt like a pile of wax under the warmth of his hand.
"Kavir," she whispered, unable to summon her voice.
Gently brushing a hand down the side of her face, she said, "Fighting this urge to be closer to you has only strengthened my senses."
He dropped his head and kissed her on the neck. He looped his arm around her lower back. Crawling up her neck and chin, he captured her mouth in a gentle kiss. After a while, the tender lip brushing slowly changed to harder kissing. Their lips moved together, and their hands explored each other's bodies, wanting to feel every inch of their skin. Their tongues stroked and mingled to get closer; he understood that she was as desperate for him as he was for her.
Their deep desires were enhanced by raw intensity, and their minds were experiencing blissful peace. None of them wanted that moment to come to a stop.
Myra opened up to Kavir; the chapter of her story that was delicately intimate to only her soul until that moment. She had dared to expose her helpless self to him because she believed he would embrace all her vulnerabilities.
He pulled her into his arms as her body shook with sobs.
"Relax, don't cry. Looking back does not always imply hurting ourselves. It just means acknowledging the battles we have fought and counting the blessings all the way. How beautiful you feel when you rebuild yourself from the inside!"
He pulled her close, till her body was caged in his. He caressed her back as she cried and cried and eventually stopped. He touched her soul with tender, poetic strokes of emotion and let the music of love flow.
Sometimes, you need silence to think; sometimes, you need a hug to silence your thinking!
"You know, I never understood the popular notion that intimacy must be physical. For me, it is about showing my true self to someone without the fear of getting judged. It is about revealing my insecurities to someone without any hesitation. It is about the courage to embrace my vulnerabilities and develop lasting connections with someone. It is about me standing in front of someone without being conscious of my imperfections. This moment, where I am shedding off my shield, not just my clothes, is the most intimate moment I have ever had in my life. Your love showed me the world in colors I had never seen before. Those times, not when we would be romancing, but when I would be wrapped in your safety net and pampered with empathy as I unveil each of my scars, define intimacy for me," she spoke emotionally.
"Myra, you can't expect to be loved wholeheartedly if you hide your vulnerabilities. Thank you for trusting me and opening up to me. Sunrise or sunset, the waves always belong to the sea; my heart always belongs to you through the highs and lows of life's terrain," he said in a tender voice, his hands holding her cheeks.
"There are days when the coast is clear, and there are days when a storm hits us. I promise you that I will love you more through your chaos. I wish to smear every mole of your existence with the fragrance of my affection. I wish to alter every fiber of your emotions with the depth of my commitment. I wish to make love to you in a way that erases the traces of all your past demons," he spoke and tucked her body against him.
"I love you," she said through a yawn.
"I love you, too. No more talking; sleep," he said, spooning her in a cuddle.
"Goodnight," she said, biting his finger.
Kavir had never expressed even a minuscule of such emotions to anyone ever in his past.
He was a different self around Myra, more like his vulnerable yet authentic one. His life opened up in all possible directions to her at that moment; he was an open book for her.
"No, no. Please don't be sorry. I am glad you chose to let your guard down around me," she comforted him.
The language of love takes different forms with time; the first chapter of
newborn excitement is bound to end after a certain point. The rest of the chapters can unfold, and the story can survive only if a shared language of emotions and trust is nurtured.
"It all happened like magic. And I believe such moments rarely occur in someone's life.
And every subsequent event of life flows like a waterfall from such magical moments. You're such a moment for me. I don't have any logical explanation for this, but I know it.
All I can say is that the feeling that you are mine makes me go crazy. Our time on this planet
is limited, but I wish to make eternal memories with you; tons of them," he poured his heart out.
"Kavir, you refer to me as art, right? But you are a complete art; it is not just about the external features, but everything I discover in you and learn from you. You're that delicate canvas with deep trails of empathy, wild traces of desires, and intense shades of passion.
It fascinates me to hear you talk about your dreams and desires. You are the kind who flies free without longing for the sky of another. I have never seen you complain about anything in life.
You are fiercely passionate and can move heaven and earth to chase your dreams.
But never once do you compare your journey to someone else's.
You are gorgeous, not just outside but on the inside as well. Never lose your magic.
Your way of embracing humility, accepting the present as what it is, keeping your head down, and hustling; you are a beautiful composition. You are everything I want to behold with every atom of my existence for the rest of my life!"
It had taken a couple of minutes for them to blink away their tears and put themselves together again.
"You know a strange thing about human gestures?" he asked, lightening the mood.
"What is it?" she asked curiously.
"They certainly can't change what has already happened, but they have an immense ability to smear the present with peace and clad the future with hope. These gestures can be a small text message, a quick call, a warm touch, a mere eye contact, or a hug - everything boils down to the same thing, I got your back. We feel blessed, right? When we need a shoulder to lean on, and someone stays by our side without us even asking."
She nodded and said, "True that."