The Legend from Runisia by Vishal Kadiri (the best ebook reader for android TXT) 📕

‘Yes.’ I added with eagerness in my nerves and a big smile on my face.

Ashok raised his glass, ‘Come on, sit down all of you, let’s have a drink and forget everything for a minute.’

I totally agree with Ashok and reached out for Meghana’s hand; strolled her along to the balcony for some fresh air. ‘Oxygen!’ I inhaled.

Meghana, with her glass full, smiled. Looking at me. ‘Thank you.’ I said ‘I’m happy after a long time. I got a new friend. No matter in what way we met. I became very close to you.’

Meghana keeps her glass on the short wall and gives me a tight hug ‘Aww…’ she whispers; I embrace her warm hug and wrap my arms around her. I saw Rahim saying no to drinks, which was strange. But Ashok somehow convinced him to drink one peg; and obviously that didn’t stop there. They became best friends in no time. I always wonder, how men become so close, once they start drinking together.

*****

Meghana and I were tired, Ashok with a click of switch has changed the ambience and lights in the room and left to his room calling Rahim to join. Meghana left a long back to sleep. Rahim was mumbling sitting over the sofa. His shirts smell raw as if he is drowned into alcohol; I placed his arms around my shoulder, lifting him up slowly dangling and walking with wobbling footsteps nearing the room.

He abruptly caught hold of hand, unconsciously murmuring in giddiness ‘Love you Aditi, I promise to stay with you. I cannot be without you.’ he is reminiscing Aditi of the other universe who left him. People often don’t stay with their partner who cares and loves them. Rahim, never understood me, and Aditi never understood this Rahim’s feelings.

We both are losers in our lives. ‘Sorry, Aditi.’ still faltering with words. I could feel the depth of his affection through the warmth of his hold.

We almost reached the room. He started coughing severely. I arched myself immediately, thumping his back and swaying around his neck and it didn’t help. He was trying to say something, but was unable to speak. Gesturing his hands seeking for water. I rushed him to the kitchen which was huge and designed modular. A fridge in the size of an almirah. I poured water into a glass and held it for him to drink. He stopped coughing; cleared his throat. I placed the glass back into its place and turned back and he stood only centimetres away from me, leaving his breath onto my face. Surprisingly I wasn’t scared. He slowly leaned onto me, as I walked backwards until I hit my back with the kitchen slab. He placed both his hand around me nearing my waist, resting onto the slab. His face much closer to mine now, stink of alcohol didn’t bother me anymore. A breath of fresh air passed between us. Silence that I cannot nurture, my lips trembling and palms sweat up instantly.

He finally broke the silence ‘Come back to me Aditi, I love you more than anything baby.’ he said stammering the words, tears rolling down his cheek dripping till the chin.

I hesitantly wiped the tears, ‘You are not my Rahim, right?’ he didn’t care to answer, was just staring firmly into my eyes. ‘Rahim, is it you?’ He closed an inch more, rubbing his body against mine. His lips almost touching mine. I released a heavy breath while struggling to convey something but helplessly letting it die inside the throat itself.

He didn’t seem to move away. I want him to kiss me and he is stoned gaping my lips. My heartbeat pulses into my throat. I had to close my eyes to keep calm. I tilted my head a bit ‘Rahim, Hope this isn’t you.’ I parted my lips and started kissing incessantly, his tongue sliding against mine, with a familiar taste. He proceeded to kiss deep, his arms holding me tight, while mine resting around his shoulder; as my fingers busy rustling his hair. He slowly lifts me and placed me on the slab and cleared the utensils with a sway of his hand. Slowly, unbolting his belt while lips were still busy kissing; I helped him further to unbutton himself, while he runs his fingers from the neck till navel, blood rushing in my body, faster than anything. I could feel scars on his chest as my hands roll on his skin. He steadily, lifted my long white floral frock with imprints of dark red rose flowers, flashing my naked legs to the open empty kitchen, pulls my undie down. Everything was happening in blinks and beyond my control, though I wasn’t stopping it. I didn’t want to. I don’t know. I just don’t want to stop. Hope someone find a theory behind this obsession of love for particular person. When your heart cheats your mind to do things against its will.

I blink hard. Too hard. All my thoughts passed into thin air, as he entered me. I held my breath for a second and left a big exhale with a loud moan. He didn’t cease to kiss though, which also in turn preventing me from making any sound from pain of pleasure. I’m moaning in silence. Opened my eyes slowly, gradually everything around felt shaking, as my legs shivering in vigour. I’m holding his back with my right hand, helping him to thrust and also to balance our position. I still don’t know, why am I doing this? I have messed up. But I have done it. So, be it. He didn’t stop licking my tongue, which didn’t let me dilute my thoughts about him. I didn’t want to think, so its fine. I fell into the moment too. Everything around turns blur making us partially blind. We didn’t care about anything.

‘Harder,’ I hiss. The venom in my words surprised me. I’ve only heard this poison in Rahim’s voice before. But it does the trick. I don’t