Rashke Qamar
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Context- Imagine Soumya and Jeet have realized their feelings for each other and have confessed it as well.
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Jeet sat on the chath leaning on his gym machine. He looked at the moon intently. The moon has a different glow today. It shone like a majestic swan in the darkness of the night brighter than the sun would even have dared. It was perfectly round with a silver around its edges- nothing extravagant, just a blush of silver wrapping around the perfect roundness of the moon. No wonder the tides all wrestled to kiss it every night, no wonder the wolves cried for their inability to reach this beauty, no wonder she wore her craters like a sapphire crown- the moon was simply, breathtakingly, effortlessly beautiful. Effortlessly beautiful- Just like Soumya.
Whenever he thought about Soumya he impulsively closed his eyes, it was almost a reflex for him. It was almost as if thinking about his Junior demanded all of his emotions and attention and every bit of Jeet - thinking about Junior was so sacred that nothing, not even the majestic moon could share that mindspace of his. And so he did- did close his eyes. And came the Rashke Qamar- the envy of the moon- instantly in his thoughts. Her face was moonlike, her demeanour majestic as well and yet- the moon was envious. The moon didn't have its own light afterall- all its majesty was borrowed from the sun, all its silver dust a mere mirage..but Soumya, his Soumya had her own light- the light which ignited due to the fierce love and devotion she held for everything she held dear, and that included Jeet. Every time she stood up for him, that light travelled upto her eyes and radiated that strength to him. Everytime she worried about him, that light came upto her face- she had some pimples - he smiled- her own craters, oh how he wished to be able to just dip into these craters of her- just in search of that one drop of water to quench his thirst, to quench his lipsa of Soumya- of his Rashke qamar.
The cold wind blew over his face and naked torso. He had just worked out, the air had a faint musky smell of his sweat and deodorant. His chest heaved ever so slightly- his muscles ached from the relentless workout he had just finished. He could hear the faint rustle of leaves, humming the tunes of his love to the birds who were heading back home to their nest- nest..even Jeet had one now, his Junior was his nest..an inadvertent smile on his face.. he could hear the judgemental busy town slowly spluttering to rest and the Mathurs were all slowly retiring to rest, he could hear faint echoes of Anoop shouting at Krish for not paying attention in his studies- is Soumya ok, what if he is shouting at her as well, but Soumya toh uske mann me ghum rahi thi na, she would be ok.. The family had just eaten shakkar ke paranthe, he could smell it in the sweet air amidst the plethora of smells surrounding him. She always sneaked in paranthes for him..always.. The wind had chilled a little causing him to shudder.. when suddenly.. cutting through it all- JASMINE.
JASMINE. RASHKE QAMAR. His eyes shot open- hungry, desperate, longing, desirous of his Junior, of his Soumya. And there she stood, in her plain kurti, hair dancing with the winds with a faint mischievous smile on her face and the stolen tiffin in which she had secured his shakkar ke paranthe. Jeet usually stole a peck of kiss and then got to eating those paranthe having fun banter with his junior. But today, today he had to make the majestic moon envious. How dared she feign majesty when Soumya breathed in the same universe? How dare an entity be so vain?
Jeet moved closer to her, deliberately, intently, slowly.. he looked at her eyes with a hunger Soumya had never seen before. Her breath hitched, she looked at him nervously- nervous not because of anxiety, but because of the fear that if she moves or even breathes an inch, he might loose that trance, he might lose that hunger for her in that moment. She held his gaze with her eyes. She gulped. She was the moon and he the tide.
The tiffin fell with a silent clank. They were so close that the smell of the jasmine and his musky deodrants clasped each other in an intimate embrace. Her trembling hands touched his bare chest. She could feel the sweat on his chest still. She moved closer. Looked up at Jeet who seemed utterly helpless- helplessly in love. His hands wrapped around her slender waist, she was his gravity, she was his nest. As Soumya's hands traversed his naked back, she didnt let go of his gaze..As Soumya's fingers reached upto Jeet's neck her breath stopped for a second..Jeet had made way under her kurti- her soft skin radiated the heat, all the heat that had been for so long pent up. Jeet's hands strengthened their grasp on her waist, the jasmine was dizzying, he closed his eyes and bowed his head- he was her servant. Soumya looked at him- the sheer devotion..she clasped her soft fingers around his neck and pulled him to her level- "Mujhe pasand nahi jab aap aise ghumte hain sir..ladkiyan dekhti hai". The hold was soft yet firm, his knees seemed to give way, they trembled with devotion, every iota of his being stood up in attention to her demand- a demand which he could and would never disobey-" abse Poore vastra pehnunga junior"- words could barely escape his lips. She moved a little bit closer in a space already so miniscule. She loosened her grip on his neck and a mischievous glint came upto her eyes, but before she could move, Jeet pulled her up as if she were a porcelain doll and brought her to his eye level- "Aey Junior, itni jldi chali jaogi?" - he smiled, the quintessential Jeet smile.
Everything seemed to pause for a moment. She could feel him in ways she hadnt felt him, Jeet and Soumya were tight in embrace like a beautiful close secret, hearing only the breaths of each other and the blinding sound of their collective heartbeats. Jeet leaned..today, he would kiss her lips..her lotus lips- they would taste like strawberries, his grasp of her waise tightened ..Soumya leaned as well..today, she would kiss his lips- her legs wrapped around his waist at this thought even more tightly as a sloth clung to its tree- as if separation would result in death..- what would his lips taste like? The bridge between their breaths reduced glacially, melting all shame, sankoch, sakpakahat.. they would unite under the majesty of the moon.. the gravity was undeniable, the friction of the air almost beaten down to submission stretching every second into eternity. They would finally taste their amrit, they would taste each other's ruhaniyat, they would taste love, finally..
"SOUMYA?! KAHAN HO?"
The trance broke.
Soumya jumped down- her burning cheeks, the frantic way she straightened her kurti, her inability to look at the doorway as she got startled- those betrayed her own lipsa, she couldn't meet her Sir's eyes just yet, the red of her cheeks were burning too hot, too raw. She fidgeted and scrambled away-" paranthe kha lijiyega sir" and ran downstairs.
Jeet sat. Confused. Desperate. Irritated. "Ye Junior ka baap...iski toh" then stopped, sighed. Looked at the moon- "Jalan hui na ae chaand? Tumse dekha nahi gaya na mere Rashke Qamar ko, par gurrur toh Junior ke saamne kar hi nhi skti tum, tumpe toh fir bhi daag hain, meri Junior toh poori hi paak hai"
He sighed.
