Kymbatcht Ishq (trans: damn love)

At the touch of his lips, my mind had gone blank of any intelligent thought. All I could think was that his lips were so soft and that it had been way to long. When he pulled back, I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his shoulder and sighed. When I could finally think again, I was surprised to discover that my mind wasn’t in a whirlwind. I didn’t feel like I had just done something wrong or like that should have happened. I…


“Rory?” Aryan half whispered in my ear

Taking a deep breath I looked up at him and found him staring at me

I could see questions in his eyes and was just trying to figure out what to say when he said “I’m sorry…”

For some reason hearing him say that he was sorry for the kiss rocked me to the core and I felt my body stiffen. To think that he was sorry for doing something that felt so rite.

Quickly I pulled myself out of his arms and moved away from him and sat on the farthest edge of the couch. “Its o…okay” I said as I felt myself start to tremble

Aryan was still staring at me as I tried to desperately conceal my reaction to him and the kiss. After what seemed like forever, he moved closer to me and grabbed my hand. “You know what? I’m not going to lie to you anymore Rory. I’m not sorry for that kiss and I don’t think that I ever could be. I’ve…” he stopped talking and sighed before continuing “I’ve been wanting to do that for a little while now”

After a moment of silence he leaned over and trailed a finger down my cheek and stopped at my lips. He looked at me in the eyes as if looking for some sort of sign “say something” he said

I looked at him as I tried to force my suddenly very sluggish mind to work and to say something. I opened my mouth and then closed it again as I tried to get my thoughts into order. I started thinking about everything that had happened that day and all that I had discovered. My brain started to take over and started analyzing everything and thinking that Aryan choosing today of call days to kiss me wasn’t a good thing.

Unaware that I had just groaned out loud, I saw Aryan’s face pale a little and I was confused until I realized what he thought that sound meant. My brain, which is very analytical in most aspects and usually sticks to what’s right as its measure, was telling me that I had way too many things going on right now to be doing this. I was about to tell Aryan that I didn’t need this right now when I stopped.

The thought that I was over analyzing something that felt so right, popped into my head. Suddenly I knew exactly what I needed to do and to say. Before I could chicken out I said “why are you sorry”

Aryan looked shocked to say the least. I’m sure from all the things that he expected me to say, that was last on the list. Still looking confused he said “about the kiss? I shouldn’t have done that”

“Really? Why shouldn’t you have done that? Because that’d too bad since I enjoyed it” I said

The expression you could knock him over with a feather came to mind to describe the look on Aryan’s face. He looked like he trying to think up of something to say and the only thing that came of his mouth was a very confused “what?”

Smiling with some inner confidence and knowledge that this was right and I wasn’t screwing things up even more than they already were, I leaned towards him and put my arms around his neck. Aryan started to lean back but I wouldn’t let him.

Looking into his still very confused eyes, I leaned over and kissed him. It stated out a just a brushing of the lips and I was about to pull back until I felt Aryan’s arms come around me, holding me tightly to him as his deepened the kiss.

After what seemed like forever and no time at all, at the same time, we both pulled back to catch out breaths. Smiling I leaned back against Aryan and realized that for the first time and in a long time, I felt totally at peace…