Dressed in a glittery golden blouse and a crimson lehenga, she stood out in the balcony that overlooked the misty valley, her arms spread out wide, letting the winter night embrace her. Her ivory skin glowed in the faint starlight.
"Don't you feel cold?" he asked, hugging her from behind, pushing away her chestnut-brown hair, kissing her neck.
They had returned from his sister's wedding; it was almost 3 in the morning.
"I do! But, I love it too!" she said, happily, shivering slightly in his arms.
His arms meandered around her bare waist, his fingers lightly teasing her abdomen. He felt her shiver again, but not because of the chill this time.
He whirled her around, so she was now facing him, her beautiful face inches away from his glorious one. With his left hand on the small of her back, he traced along the length of her spine with his right index finger.
It was the first time he had been so daring. Sweet kisses and long hugs were all that they had shared until now.
He gently tucked the flyaway strands of her hair behind her left ear, his shiny black eyes boring into hers. His gaze shifted from her eyes to her quivering coral lips, back and forth, lingering on her tempting pout for a few moments before he tilted and bent his head a little, kissing just beneath her left earlobe, sending jolts of current through her body.
Her hands dug into his chest; he could feel her nails through the soft fabric of his white shirt. Leaving a trail of kisses, he nuzzled at the base of her neck, working his way up her neck, stopping just at the corner of her slightly parted lips.
He looked at her as she slowly opened her eyes. He could make out that they were pinkish and moist, even though it was night time.
"Gulaabi aankhein jo teri dekhi..." now made sense to him.
Her eyes were pools of intoxication. And, he had fallen. Deep and hard.
There was no sound save the wind blowing through the vale, her heavy breathing and his heart thudding against his ribs. He was certain she could feel and hear it as well. He pulled her closer still, crushing her against his warm body.
Lifting her face up a little with his right hand, the other hand around her middle securing her closely to himself, he kissed her, ever so gently. She responded with fervour, her fingers knot in his soft hair. It wasn't so cold anymore.
Reluctantly, they let go to catch their breaths, their lips hovering around each other, slightly touching.
"I love you." he told her, putting into words a seal of unsaid, unconditional companionship.
"I love you, too, Virat." she breathed happily.
