A love letter
My dearest sweetest love,
This is going to be my last letter to u. after this I will not be
writing any more letters. There will be no need either. Day after
tomorrow is after all your wedding, to another man, as ur wedding invite
tells me.
I am not going to ask u why are u doing this to me.
Because I have already asked u this a million times. And each time u
were silent. U know the pain im going through. There is no point in
talking about it yet another time.
But I do want to talk about our
times together. How we first met..if u care to remember, (amongst all ur
wedding shopping), u had walked into our room one day, new recruit, a
frown between ur forehead while beheld a huge red bindi, the perplexed
expression of confusion, , ur red salwar kameez with one side of ur
dupatta trailing on the floor, while your hips moved musically from one
side to another. All I can say is that there were a million bells
ringing in my head that time. I was not sure what happened to me, but I
know, that at instant I was in love with u.
It took u longer to
love me. I started drinking coffee, so that I could coincidentally stand
right behind u,while u ordered ur coffee, so close, that my breathe
almost touched ur back. I could stare at the your back, at that little
exposed bit, that ur dress allowed, and wished that I could trace my
index finger through. and when after umpteen coffees( which almost made
me puke each time), when u spilt your coffee on my shirt, cause u turned
suddenly, and u tried to rub the stains off my shirt, an embarrassed
sorry look on ur face, I only remember that I was glad. The hot scalding
coffee was like balm on my skin. Cause ur skin was touching it. As u
bend slightly, to wipe the stains with ur handkerchief, I could see ur
long silky hair shift a little, exposing a neck, that I wanted to kiss
right there and then. A few strands of hair, that fell on my shoulder, I
wanted to smoothen my mouth on their silky tangles, and never let it
go. I was afraid that perhaps u would hear my heart beating when ur ear
almost touched my breast. It was so so loud to my ears! After that we
had many coffees together.
I remember the first time, we went
to the beach together, we were sitting quietly, ur thigh touching mine
lightly, almost there, skin on skin, through the clothes, as we stared
at the sea.and u had taken my hand in urs and squeezed it. I had gently
guided your hand to the lump in my pants, and when u had tried to remove
it, I had firmly held it against my manhood. And then u did not
struggle. And when I had lightly kissed u, a little later, ur sweet pink
full lips, they were trembling and quivering, with my kiss, u had
sighed. That time, U had made me the happiest man in the world
But even I had not realized how much more happiness I had in store for
me. Remember how we had secretly squeezed ourselves into rohit’s car at
jignesh’s wedding. U were on a different high that day. U had helped me
remove ur fine silk blouse, ur saree palloo down, revealing a rounded
beautiful belly button, which I immediately put my finger in, while u
guided my hands back to ur blouse hooks, you had giggled while I had
struggled with your bra strap, and then you kindly helped me remove it,
when I couldn’t undo it. Your bossom, your fair bossom. Oh wat a lovely
sight, that had been. The roundness of the semi circles…heavenly mounds
of flesh, your roundish areola pink and taut, the nipples standing firm
in attention, , while I cupped them in my hands, and u had sighed again,
and waited patiently for more. When I had slid my hands down your
thighs, touched u where u were a woman…….. I can’t write, all the
pleasures that u gave me that day. All I can suffice to say, is that I
would have died, if u had not told me that u loved me.
Then
what went wrong, my sweet love?. What makes u not want to be with me?
Why do u want to marry that idiot, who your parents insist are better
for u, than me?...no I wont ask u any more..
I am glad that u
have promised to meet me one more time. One more time, we will make
sweet love. U and me. Only us. I will make u happy, as always, and
while, after making love, u lie in an orgasmic bliss half awake, half
asleep, by my side, as u usually do, ur mouth slightly parted, into a
sweet smile of satisfaction, yours eyes half closed, as it always is
when we make love, when ur voice is spent, after moans and moans, while I
send u into spams of orgasm, I am going to thrust this knife into your
throat. I have given it a lot of thought. I had wanted it to be a gun, u
deserve nothing less, but I couldn’t get a gun, and I have to make do
with this knife.
My sweetest darling, understand this, that is
all that is left for me to do. I love u than life itself, and if,
proving my love includes taking urs, I wont flinch. I will give u an
estastic death. Cause like I said before a million times, I love u!
Amazing
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