They sat in the peaceful silence for a while. Heads occupied by the dilemma between unwavering desire and sacred duty, they thought of a countless different scenarios of how the night could end. Their minds offered them a thousand different ways they could avoid acting on the powerful emotions they were trapped in. They then also proceeded to offer them a million ways in which they could simply let go for the night, have one another to their heart's fill, and take tomorrow when it arrives. Logic largely clouded by the overwhelming rush of sensations inside them, they were magnetically attracted to the latter option.
Nonetheless, time ticked on, and they eventually made frivolous conversation about the type of bushes they were looking at across the river and what their flowers were called. While they were successful in minimizing the awkwardness that had come to engulf them, the sexual tension between them remained very much intact.
To distract from that, Noor decided she would take a couple mangos back to the palace for Heer and her maids. Instead of asking Prem to go get them, she simply walked up to the tree and took off one and then another. The third one was a little too high so she jumped to grab it but missed. Prem laughed offering to help but Noor refused. She jumped again and missed. Becoming determined to get it, Noor brushed her hair to the back and jumped up for the third time. This time she got the mango.
Excited, she turned to her side to show Prem but when she saw where his busy eyes were, the fruits dropped out of her hands at once and she took a startled step back. In the process of her reaching for the fruits and jumping up to grab them, her dupatta at had become undone at her waist and exposed her midriff to Prem. What his eyes were glued to...was a dreadful scar covering the right side of her ribcage.
Noor's sudden step backwards had knocked Prem out of the daze. He watched her eyes focus on a point at the ground as her hands frantically worked at securing her dupatta back into its place. The self-conscious look on her face shattered Prem's heart. He simply couldn't take it anymore so without thinking, he took the required step towards her and swiftly backed her up against the tree trunk behind her.
"Let me see your scars, Noor." His lowered voice inevitably passionate.
Noor looked up at him. For a moment, they stood frozen. She ultimately shook her head.
"Please." Prem held his breath.
Once again, Noor did not immediately speak. When she did, the word that left her mouth was one capable of voicing her turmoil better than any other, "Prem..."
"Shhh..." Prem simply hushed her. "It's just me." Slowly working his hands from her arms down to her waist, he watched her chest heave in a sigh as his thumbs undid the corners of her dupatta from the top of her skirt, brushing past her bare skin. Noor's grip at his bicep subconsciously grew firmer as his hands claimed the skin on her waist and inched upwards.
Her breathing quickened and the movement of her chest became outright as the top of his thumb grazed the protruding patch of pink skin at the bottom of her scar. She inhaled to keep her condition even but her grasp on his bicep inevitably tightened. Running his thumb over the lower end of her scar, Prem gradually worked his hand upwards until the area of the bulging skin doubled and then tripled in size only to be interrupted by the fabric of her blouse. Fervent and starved for one another, their piercing gazes remained deep into each other's eyes throughout. Prem's thumb rested patiently on the lower end of the fabric of her blouse. "Let me see the rest." He finally spoke up, his thumb caressing the scarred skin just below her blouse again.
Noor continued to be at a loss of words but something in his eyes had convinced her to surrender. "Right now?" She finally ended up whispering.
Prem took a moment to recollect his sense of surroundings and then shook his head. "No." Realizing he had gone much too far this time, "I'm sorry." He apologized, withdrawing his hands, and taking a step back.
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INSEPARABLE II
Romance"...You may be the Queen, but I am the wife!" Chand exclaimed. An amused smile took over Noor's lips. "Second. Wife." She remarked, looking into Chand's eyes. "I was the first, remember?" "Your marriage to him ended the day you left him for another...