Page 41 - Love Story of a Commando

Virat used all his strength to pull me up while I gained and lost
conscious. I was close enough to get back into the room. Then he held me by
my waist and dragged me up, through the window, and I lost whatever
balance I had managed and fell over him, taking him along with me straight
onto the thick Persian carpet.
Our eyes met, flashing with all the memories we had from our first
meeting and stirring feelings hidden safely in my soul.
The wistful longing of missing him for so long, the feeling of
trepidation and nervousness all converted into blatant lust and craving that
moment. I was not in my senses and the one who had stirred my soul and
captured my imagination for a very long time was right before me.
Nothing else mattered right then.
The universe stopped existing at that very moment and the earth
exploded into a sheer blast of fire and passion. I felt as if I was burning to
the core and that only he could save me. As if in a dream, I moved my head
so that our lips touched. His grip tightened around my waist and he started
kissing me; I reciprocated passionately. It seemed like the vicious yearning
was just not inside me but hidden in him too. The flames were burning
around us and the thinking capacities of our brains were long lost.
Grief, pain and fear have the power to overcome our judgments and
overwhelm rational decision-making. Or maybe it was just the heat of the
moment while I desperately sought security in his arms. I don’t know what
exactly happened, but we lost ourselves in each other’s arms with gunshots
firing occasionally in the background. I was not scared anymore. My body
was aching with pain and I craved more of him.
Tears were rolling down my cheeks, encompassing pain, pleasure,
fear and helplessness all together.
We slept holding each other for quite some time, only to put our
clothes back on quietly once we regained our senses. There were sounds of
gunshots and grenade blasts still emanating from the hotel corridors. The
reality hit me hard and I started shivering again without saying a word.
We were not supposed to meet like this.
He moved and held on to me like he did not want to lose me. His
arms wrapped tightly around me. He let me press my head against his chest
and bury it there. He loved me! He has not forgotten me! I meant something
to him, even if it wasn’t everything. I could feel it in his embrace. It’s
strange how a single touch can say everything that even a thousand words
cannot!
And then I wept, it was the cry of the forsaken.
The grief and fear ran down through tears and then I gathered myself
and asked him, ‘What is going on? It is so unbelievable. How come you are
here?’