Oki so this one shot takes place after Laila throws chili powder in Parvati's eyes thereby temporarily obscuring her vision and earning a her a medicated bandage on her eyes to have a soothing effect on her eyes.
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Rudra banged the door of his room shut with a clatter. A norm for him: gentility not in his nature.
'Jija is that you?' Paaro's soft voice stopped him in his tracks. Good you're back. Can you help me locate my earring? I was taking it off, but it slipped and I have no idea where it has gone because of this bandage across my eyes. If Major saab ends up stubbing his foot on it I won't hear the end of it. He is already seething at the fact that I injured my eyes.' Paaro trailed on, not realizing that the person whom she conversed with was none other than her beloved Major saab.
Rudra decided against clearing her misunderstanding and advanced into the room to find Parvati on her knees, patting the ground around her in pursuit of her earring. She looked a spectacle, sprawled on the floor, in her white and blue ghagra choli, searching manically with the bandage covering her eyes, thereby making her pat the same spot over and over again thinking it was a new one. He smirked. As annoyed as he was that her, along with Maithali and Sunehri's irresponsibility had led to her impaired vision and watering eyes, he couldn't help but be happy about it too, for it meant that he could be near her without her knowing and thereby learn new things about her as well as have insight on her musings about him, which she would never let him in on if she knew he was listening.
'Jija? Did you find it? I can't. Uff, Major saab will get so mad if he steps on it. Please find it.' She said worriedly. Was he really that monstrous that she was unhinged by a mere missing earring, on the off chance that it pricked his foot? 'Yes!' She exclaimed suddenly, making him start. Had she just read and then answered his thoughts? He thought she hadn't even realized he was in the room and here she was reading his thoughts. That was completely uncanny. 'Urgh...no this isn't my earring.' She pouted as she realized what her fingers had grabbed onto was not her earring but a sequin, most likely fallen from her own dupatta. Rudra relaxed, seeing that she was still under the charade of him being Maithali. Any luck Jija?' She raised her head in the opposite direction to him, towards the bed thinking that was where he, or rather Maithali, stood.
Her head turned away from him he noticed the dull silver jhumki lodged in her braid, that rested on her neck, below her ear. He squatted down next to her and she turned at the movement. 'Jija? Is that you? Why aren't you saying anything?' She asked in confusion, as she raised her hands, but he artfully dodged them. 'Jija, where are you? Are you even here?' Her chest began to heave now, at the thought that Maithali wasn't in the room and she was all alone. The darkness, bringing her only silence, began scaring her. 'Ji-jija? Mm-major s-saab? Anyone?' She said in a tiny voice, fear etched in her face. Brows furrowed in tension and sweat beginning to seep through her pores, until his thumb suddenly graced her collar-bone and lovingly moved away her braid that rested on her neck and veiled her heaving chest.
His action was followed by a sharp intake of her breath and grab at his hand. She felt it in both her hands, trying to decipher who the intruder was. 'Mm-major saab?' She choked out, sure that it was him but needing to hear it from his own lips.
'Who else?' He whispered back.
'I..I thought that...' Her voice trailed off.
'Thought that I was Bhabi sa.' He finished her sentence, with a raise of his brow, which she couldn't see but sensed, knowing him well enough to know which expressions followed which tones of his voice. She coloured.
'I was...looking for my jhumki...Don't walk over here, you will get hurt if you step on it.'
'And then yell at you, for dropping it?' He repeated her prediction.
'I...umm...' She gulped, she hadn't meant for him to hear that. But seeing that he had, there was no point in denying it, 'well was I wrong to assume that?' She inquired bravely.
His lips curled, 'No. Probably not.' Then without any warning he leaned forward and brushed his face past her cheek to retrieve the earring she had sat on the floor for.
'Ma- ma- major saab?' She stammered out at having him so near her, that she could feel his breath on her skin, warming the hollow of her neck and causing a new kind of heat to generate in the centre of her body.
'Ssh...do you want your earring back or not?' He murmured next to her ear, as he brought his hand around to dislodge the piece of jewelry from her dark, silky hair.
'I...um...yes.' She managed to wheeze out between her heavy breathing.
He managed to remove the silver earring from her plait, but not before he purposefully opened it's twists to make her hair fall in waves down her back, the way he loved it. Out and open, leaving the fruity scent of her home-made shampoo she used to wash it with, in her stride. Breathing in the heavy aroma of her hair and body he slowly moved out of her uninvited but nevertheless welcoming embrace to find her flushed by the intimacy. Continuing to use the advantage of the blindfold, he traced his left hand down her right arm, awakening goose-bumps in its' wake till he reached the base of her hand. The hand that was tightly, clutching the folds of her deep, blue ghagra. He freed the skirt from her strangulation of it and placed her prize for letting him near her in her hand. Her jhumki.
'You're earring.' He stated, huskily.
'Hu...phu...ss...' She mumbled incoherently. Then forcing herself to take a deep breath and whistling it out, she managed a 'Thank you.' in a squeak. He grinned. This was new. This reaction of hers'. He had never found her incapable of words before. He liked it. Especially because he was the cause of it. He had been responsible for her muteness on a number of occasions in the past, but never in this manner, where she didn't know how to formulate words.
'Come. Let's get you into bed.' He said pulling her up. She nodded, not wanting to open her mouth and again let a string of unintelligible sounds escape it. He sat her down on the bed, jolting some lucidity back into her.
'Major saab, I can sleep on the floor.'
'Sshh. You're going to sleep on the bed Paaro.'
'But-' She opened her mouth to argue, when he placed his finger on it.
'Ssh. I said you're sleeping here, so you're sleeping here. That's final. Now sit still I need to put these drops in your eyes.' He ordered, as he once again entered her air to untie her bandage, causing her just beginning to settle heart beat, rise again. But her anticipation led to nothing as he did nothing but remove the bandage, leaving her disappointed and shocked. Disappointed because she had hoped for another caress. Shocked because she had hoped for it.
'Open your eyes.' He commanded.
Sulking she did as he asked. Upset that the commander was back and the husband that so rarely made an appearance was gone after his cameo moments ago on their bedroom floor.
He dropped the medicine in her eyes and she cried out in pain. Instantly he grabbed a piece of cotton wool and hovered over her, dabbing her shut eyes in hope to lessen the stinging somehow. 'Sssleeeaahhh...it stings...ufff...it really stings...' She bounced on the bed.
'Ssh. Ssh Paaro...' He cooed, not knowing what else to do. Then, 'well what else did you expect? Of course it will sting. You should have thought about it before you decided to play with the colours in the hall, where chilies were being powdered. What were you all thinking anyway?!!' He scolded, angry that she was in pain and he could do nothing about.
'Of course! Blame the victim!' She huffed.
'Victim? You brought this upon yourself! Why were you playing with the colours in the first place?!' He asked again, seeing she hadn't answered the first time when he had asked, instead had turned and admonished him for shouting at Maithali.
'Because of you!' She replied, before she could check herself.
'Excuse me?' He stared at her. When had he told her to play with the colours? He hated any sort of game, especially one associated with throwing water and colours at each other, as it only made a mess of everything and resulted in a lot of clean up.
'Urmmm.' She turned pink. She hadn't meant to let him know that his actions from the morning had lead to her happiness which had then led to the prancing around with Maithali and Sunehri in the verandah, later joined by Laila.
'What do you mean me Paaro?' He repeated her unanswered question.
'Nothing...look...the stinging stopped.' She changed the subject a little too readily.
'Paarooo...' He stressed her name.
'Uuuhhhuuu...' She yawned loudly. 'Look at that, I'm so sleepy.' With that she drew his hand away from her eyes, that were still positioned there, in a static position after she had let slip he was the reason behind her dancing around in the foyer. Not liking her not answering his question but buying her sudden sleepy-spell he moved away grumpily.
He threw the cotton swab away and the placed her drops on the side table. He turned to turn off the lights, as she stretched her arms again and bunched her hair up in a bun revealing something he hadn't noticed before, making his wicked grin come back again. Leaving the lights on, he made his way back to her bedside. She was about to lie down, when he sat down next to her making her turn in confusion.
'Major saab?' She asked aloud. She couldn't see him, but could make out his blurred silhouette now that the bandage was off for the night.
'Who else?' He gripped her shoulder and turned her back to him.
'Mmajor saab?' She asked again, the rhythm of her chest starting to increase at his touch.
He placed his fingers on the small of her back and scrupulously made them climb each ridge in her back, making her jerk at each step the fingers took, whilst calling out his name in a question, till they reached the first of her three string-corset that fastened her blouse in place. He plucked at it and it opened under his tiny tug.
'Major saab!' She inhaled raucously, as her hands flew up and landed on his, demanding to know what its' ploy was. 'Major saab, what are you doing?' She asked scratchily.
'Your dories Paaro...they're tied incorrectly.' He drawled. 'I guess you didn't have the benefit of the mirror tonight to tie the right strings together...I just figured I would fasten them correctly...any problem?' He asked as he tugged at the second one, making her twitch yet again.
'I...uh...I...' her voice was raspy. She was trying to say she could do it herself, but for some reason wasn't managing to. She kept her hands in place on the opening of her blouse but didn't stop his invading hand as it reached the last string set and pulled, leaving her breasts un-girdled. She scrunched her eyes shut, not that she could see much out of them and crumpled the back of her blouse as her hands bawled to keep the choli from hanging loose.
'Allow me.' He said tenderly into her back, next to her hands. She released her blouse with his help.
He was nothing if not thorough. He peeled the blouse, that was slipping off her shoulder (now that it was un-secure), back over her left shoulder and ran his finger along the outline of it, leaving a line of fire behind on her fair, untouched skin. Once he reached the first string he pulled at the left with his working hand, whilst the right side string he took into his mouth, not being mindful of his tongue wetting her bare flesh. Instead enjoying it. As did she. (There were quirks to his right hand being rendered lame.)
He towed at the string with his hand and wound it tightly, yet slowly around the other, not wanting the moment to end too quickly. The first one tied, he sketched the line of her corset to the second string, as her hand dug into the bed sheets, torturing them ferociously. His handle-bar moustache and beard scratched the chaste flesh of her back, as it drew its' path towards the second string on the right. The string in his mouth he yanked the left side and looped it around the one in his mouth, making sure to stop and caress her soft skin with his left hand as it ringed around the right string to secure her bodice.
Second one taught and in place, now it was turn for the third and final one. They both paused in anticipation. Both wanting to proceed, and yet not, for the final one done, there would be none left. She completely bound: to him and not. The moment would be over and they, left in its' passionate memory.
Breath heavy on the small of her back, he proceeded, unable to take the tension of the wait any longer. This time not only did he graze her with his moustache and beard, but was bold enough to leave the gentle impression of his otherwise rough lips on her exposed back, making her quiver with the electric sensation they discharged in her body, coming to a rest in her gut, where they started a fire of their own accord.
He dropped his left hand from it's place on the second string of the corset to the edge of her skirt, from where he then smoothed out a path upwards towards the third and final string, making her tingle with delight as his hand curved around her waist to have full coverage of her teasing midriff until it reached its' destination, too soon.
Mouth and hand at their mark they began their final act together, with a heavy heart. Too soon the bow came into place and the job was done. His face withdrew as his fingers walked down her spine the way they had walked up, giving their final adieu for the night. And then they were gone and the stage was empty, no sign of the production of admiration that had taken place mere moments before.
Both said nothing. Reveling in the moment past. Trying to grasp the new patterns the threads of their relationship were weaving. Bringing their singular threads' closer together. Intertwining them for the first time. Making them one.
Edgily he got up, lay out his bed on the floor and turned the lights out for the night. ''Night.' He wished her hoarsely from the ground, passion still in his throat.
While she remained seated on the bed, clutching the folds of her bed sheets, not ready to be woken out of the beautiful dream he had put her in. Gentleness was not in his nature. And yet, when near her, that quality had started to find him, in the way he cared for her, touched her, caressed her; tugging at her heartstrings, pulling them towards his, tying them inevitably with his own.
'Jija is that you?' Paaro's soft voice stopped him in his tracks. Good you're back. Can you help me locate my earring? I was taking it off, but it slipped and I have no idea where it has gone because of this bandage across my eyes. If Major saab ends up stubbing his foot on it I won't hear the end of it. He is already seething at the fact that I injured my eyes.' Paaro trailed on, not realizing that the person whom she conversed with was none other than her beloved Major saab.
Rudra decided against clearing her misunderstanding and advanced into the room to find Parvati on her knees, patting the ground around her in pursuit of her earring. She looked a spectacle, sprawled on the floor, in her white and blue ghagra choli, searching manically with the bandage covering her eyes, thereby making her pat the same spot over and over again thinking it was a new one. He smirked. As annoyed as he was that her, along with Maithali and Sunehri's irresponsibility had led to her impaired vision and watering eyes, he couldn't help but be happy about it too, for it meant that he could be near her without her knowing and thereby learn new things about her as well as have insight on her musings about him, which she would never let him in on if she knew he was listening.
'Jija? Did you find it? I can't. Uff, Major saab will get so mad if he steps on it. Please find it.' She said worriedly. Was he really that monstrous that she was unhinged by a mere missing earring, on the off chance that it pricked his foot? 'Yes!' She exclaimed suddenly, making him start. Had she just read and then answered his thoughts? He thought she hadn't even realized he was in the room and here she was reading his thoughts. That was completely uncanny. 'Urgh...no this isn't my earring.' She pouted as she realized what her fingers had grabbed onto was not her earring but a sequin, most likely fallen from her own dupatta. Rudra relaxed, seeing that she was still under the charade of him being Maithali. Any luck Jija?' She raised her head in the opposite direction to him, towards the bed thinking that was where he, or rather Maithali, stood.
Her head turned away from him he noticed the dull silver jhumki lodged in her braid, that rested on her neck, below her ear. He squatted down next to her and she turned at the movement. 'Jija? Is that you? Why aren't you saying anything?' She asked in confusion, as she raised her hands, but he artfully dodged them. 'Jija, where are you? Are you even here?' Her chest began to heave now, at the thought that Maithali wasn't in the room and she was all alone. The darkness, bringing her only silence, began scaring her. 'Ji-jija? Mm-major s-saab? Anyone?' She said in a tiny voice, fear etched in her face. Brows furrowed in tension and sweat beginning to seep through her pores, until his thumb suddenly graced her collar-bone and lovingly moved away her braid that rested on her neck and veiled her heaving chest.
His action was followed by a sharp intake of her breath and grab at his hand. She felt it in both her hands, trying to decipher who the intruder was. 'Mm-major saab?' She choked out, sure that it was him but needing to hear it from his own lips.
'Who else?' He whispered back.
'I..I thought that...' Her voice trailed off.
'Thought that I was Bhabi sa.' He finished her sentence, with a raise of his brow, which she couldn't see but sensed, knowing him well enough to know which expressions followed which tones of his voice. She coloured.
'I was...looking for my jhumki...Don't walk over here, you will get hurt if you step on it.'
'And then yell at you, for dropping it?' He repeated her prediction.
'I...umm...' She gulped, she hadn't meant for him to hear that. But seeing that he had, there was no point in denying it, 'well was I wrong to assume that?' She inquired bravely.
His lips curled, 'No. Probably not.' Then without any warning he leaned forward and brushed his face past her cheek to retrieve the earring she had sat on the floor for.
'Ma- ma- major saab?' She stammered out at having him so near her, that she could feel his breath on her skin, warming the hollow of her neck and causing a new kind of heat to generate in the centre of her body.
'Ssh...do you want your earring back or not?' He murmured next to her ear, as he brought his hand around to dislodge the piece of jewelry from her dark, silky hair.
'I...um...yes.' She managed to wheeze out between her heavy breathing.
He managed to remove the silver earring from her plait, but not before he purposefully opened it's twists to make her hair fall in waves down her back, the way he loved it. Out and open, leaving the fruity scent of her home-made shampoo she used to wash it with, in her stride. Breathing in the heavy aroma of her hair and body he slowly moved out of her uninvited but nevertheless welcoming embrace to find her flushed by the intimacy. Continuing to use the advantage of the blindfold, he traced his left hand down her right arm, awakening goose-bumps in its' wake till he reached the base of her hand. The hand that was tightly, clutching the folds of her deep, blue ghagra. He freed the skirt from her strangulation of it and placed her prize for letting him near her in her hand. Her jhumki.
'You're earring.' He stated, huskily.
'Hu...phu...ss...' She mumbled incoherently. Then forcing herself to take a deep breath and whistling it out, she managed a 'Thank you.' in a squeak. He grinned. This was new. This reaction of hers'. He had never found her incapable of words before. He liked it. Especially because he was the cause of it. He had been responsible for her muteness on a number of occasions in the past, but never in this manner, where she didn't know how to formulate words.
'Come. Let's get you into bed.' He said pulling her up. She nodded, not wanting to open her mouth and again let a string of unintelligible sounds escape it. He sat her down on the bed, jolting some lucidity back into her.
'Major saab, I can sleep on the floor.'
'Sshh. You're going to sleep on the bed Paaro.'
'But-' She opened her mouth to argue, when he placed his finger on it.
'Ssh. I said you're sleeping here, so you're sleeping here. That's final. Now sit still I need to put these drops in your eyes.' He ordered, as he once again entered her air to untie her bandage, causing her just beginning to settle heart beat, rise again. But her anticipation led to nothing as he did nothing but remove the bandage, leaving her disappointed and shocked. Disappointed because she had hoped for another caress. Shocked because she had hoped for it.
'Open your eyes.' He commanded.
Sulking she did as he asked. Upset that the commander was back and the husband that so rarely made an appearance was gone after his cameo moments ago on their bedroom floor.
He dropped the medicine in her eyes and she cried out in pain. Instantly he grabbed a piece of cotton wool and hovered over her, dabbing her shut eyes in hope to lessen the stinging somehow. 'Sssleeeaahhh...it stings...ufff...it really stings...' She bounced on the bed.
'Ssh. Ssh Paaro...' He cooed, not knowing what else to do. Then, 'well what else did you expect? Of course it will sting. You should have thought about it before you decided to play with the colours in the hall, where chilies were being powdered. What were you all thinking anyway?!!' He scolded, angry that she was in pain and he could do nothing about.
'Of course! Blame the victim!' She huffed.
'Victim? You brought this upon yourself! Why were you playing with the colours in the first place?!' He asked again, seeing she hadn't answered the first time when he had asked, instead had turned and admonished him for shouting at Maithali.
'Because of you!' She replied, before she could check herself.
'Excuse me?' He stared at her. When had he told her to play with the colours? He hated any sort of game, especially one associated with throwing water and colours at each other, as it only made a mess of everything and resulted in a lot of clean up.
'Urmmm.' She turned pink. She hadn't meant to let him know that his actions from the morning had lead to her happiness which had then led to the prancing around with Maithali and Sunehri in the verandah, later joined by Laila.
'What do you mean me Paaro?' He repeated her unanswered question.
'Nothing...look...the stinging stopped.' She changed the subject a little too readily.
'Paarooo...' He stressed her name.
'Uuuhhhuuu...' She yawned loudly. 'Look at that, I'm so sleepy.' With that she drew his hand away from her eyes, that were still positioned there, in a static position after she had let slip he was the reason behind her dancing around in the foyer. Not liking her not answering his question but buying her sudden sleepy-spell he moved away grumpily.
He threw the cotton swab away and the placed her drops on the side table. He turned to turn off the lights, as she stretched her arms again and bunched her hair up in a bun revealing something he hadn't noticed before, making his wicked grin come back again. Leaving the lights on, he made his way back to her bedside. She was about to lie down, when he sat down next to her making her turn in confusion.
'Major saab?' She asked aloud. She couldn't see him, but could make out his blurred silhouette now that the bandage was off for the night.
'Who else?' He gripped her shoulder and turned her back to him.
'Mmajor saab?' She asked again, the rhythm of her chest starting to increase at his touch.
He placed his fingers on the small of her back and scrupulously made them climb each ridge in her back, making her jerk at each step the fingers took, whilst calling out his name in a question, till they reached the first of her three string-corset that fastened her blouse in place. He plucked at it and it opened under his tiny tug.
'Major saab!' She inhaled raucously, as her hands flew up and landed on his, demanding to know what its' ploy was. 'Major saab, what are you doing?' She asked scratchily.
'Your dories Paaro...they're tied incorrectly.' He drawled. 'I guess you didn't have the benefit of the mirror tonight to tie the right strings together...I just figured I would fasten them correctly...any problem?' He asked as he tugged at the second one, making her twitch yet again.
'I...uh...I...' her voice was raspy. She was trying to say she could do it herself, but for some reason wasn't managing to. She kept her hands in place on the opening of her blouse but didn't stop his invading hand as it reached the last string set and pulled, leaving her breasts un-girdled. She scrunched her eyes shut, not that she could see much out of them and crumpled the back of her blouse as her hands bawled to keep the choli from hanging loose.
'Allow me.' He said tenderly into her back, next to her hands. She released her blouse with his help.
He was nothing if not thorough. He peeled the blouse, that was slipping off her shoulder (now that it was un-secure), back over her left shoulder and ran his finger along the outline of it, leaving a line of fire behind on her fair, untouched skin. Once he reached the first string he pulled at the left with his working hand, whilst the right side string he took into his mouth, not being mindful of his tongue wetting her bare flesh. Instead enjoying it. As did she. (There were quirks to his right hand being rendered lame.)
He towed at the string with his hand and wound it tightly, yet slowly around the other, not wanting the moment to end too quickly. The first one tied, he sketched the line of her corset to the second string, as her hand dug into the bed sheets, torturing them ferociously. His handle-bar moustache and beard scratched the chaste flesh of her back, as it drew its' path towards the second string on the right. The string in his mouth he yanked the left side and looped it around the one in his mouth, making sure to stop and caress her soft skin with his left hand as it ringed around the right string to secure her bodice.
Second one taught and in place, now it was turn for the third and final one. They both paused in anticipation. Both wanting to proceed, and yet not, for the final one done, there would be none left. She completely bound: to him and not. The moment would be over and they, left in its' passionate memory.
Breath heavy on the small of her back, he proceeded, unable to take the tension of the wait any longer. This time not only did he graze her with his moustache and beard, but was bold enough to leave the gentle impression of his otherwise rough lips on her exposed back, making her quiver with the electric sensation they discharged in her body, coming to a rest in her gut, where they started a fire of their own accord.
He dropped his left hand from it's place on the second string of the corset to the edge of her skirt, from where he then smoothed out a path upwards towards the third and final string, making her tingle with delight as his hand curved around her waist to have full coverage of her teasing midriff until it reached its' destination, too soon.
Mouth and hand at their mark they began their final act together, with a heavy heart. Too soon the bow came into place and the job was done. His face withdrew as his fingers walked down her spine the way they had walked up, giving their final adieu for the night. And then they were gone and the stage was empty, no sign of the production of admiration that had taken place mere moments before.
Both said nothing. Reveling in the moment past. Trying to grasp the new patterns the threads of their relationship were weaving. Bringing their singular threads' closer together. Intertwining them for the first time. Making them one.
Edgily he got up, lay out his bed on the floor and turned the lights out for the night. ''Night.' He wished her hoarsely from the ground, passion still in his throat.
While she remained seated on the bed, clutching the folds of her bed sheets, not ready to be woken out of the beautiful dream he had put her in. Gentleness was not in his nature. And yet, when near her, that quality had started to find him, in the way he cared for her, touched her, caressed her; tugging at her heartstrings, pulling them towards his, tying them inevitably with his own.
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