Tongue Swirled

"Tea's a necessity to shake off the day's fatigue," he remarked, settling beside me on the sofa.

"Thanks," I replied, taking the cup from him.

"What's on?" he inquired.

The same person who moments ago couldn't be bothered to answer my simplest questions was now making every effort to strike up a conversation with me. That's precisely why I often referred to him as a 'conundrum'—hard to figure out at times.

"Just flipping through channels. Can't decide what to watch," I admitted, thumb idly circling the remote's rubbery surface.

"Here, let me," he said, snatching it from my hand. "I know just what you'll enjoy."

I turned my head towards him, silently questioning, 'Do you truly understand me? Do we possess such an intimate knowledge of each other?' My gaze lingered on his face as if it were the Kohinoor diamond, unable to resist admiring his features for as long as I could.

His sharp jawline, the plumpness of his lower lip, the light beard that partially obscured it with thick black hair—these were the details that struck me. Yet, it wasn't his physical beauty that left me in awe, but rather his unpredictable and erratic behavior. He was a man who could be rude, strange, and awkward one moment, only to present me with a steaming cup of tea the next, as if nothing had occurred. To him, it seemed perfectly normal. As if he hadn't just insulted me moments earlier. He could act however he pleased and pretend as though everything was fine. Did he even consider how deeply his actions might have hurt me?

I doubted it. Instead, he likely busied himself with making tea, ensuring he could carry on as though nothing had transpired. 'Perhaps,' I mused, 'he chose to ignore the impact of his actions, preferring instead to focus on the tea.'

"There you go," he said, extending the remote towards me with a smile.

Taking it from him, I turned my attention back to the TV screen. But the moment my eyes landed on it, I fought—hard, damn hard—to stifle my laughter. Yet, the urge was too overwhelming, and I couldn't contain myself, erupting into laughter.

"What on earth," I chortled, unable to hold back.

I kept on laughing like a child who was tickled on his belly until my eyes were filled with water and I didn't realize the moment it began streaming down my cheeks.

No matter how much I had grown up over the years, a part of me was still a child, and I'm sure we all have one inside us which was neglected by our struggles to appear mature, meet the standards of our social circles and under the burden of responsibilities we carry on our shoulders.

A giant blue racing cat chasing a tiny, miserable, and the cutest miniature on the earth, rat. This had been my favorite play ever since I started watching TV. No lies. I still loved them whenever, I was alone and sure that no eyes were watching me. I played these cartoons on TV and laugh on the chasing game they play.

All of a sudden, I realized that today I was not alone. There were eyes watching me and struck on me. But for the first time I didn't feel burdened under them.

I tilted my head around and faced him. His face cupped within his palm and elbows tucked in his knees. He was staring at me while I was laughing like a infant.

He knew the art of tickling me without even tickling me. I could feel butterflies fluttering in my belly. The desires were arousing like the lava boiling in the cauldron of hell.

"How do you know?" I whispered as my eyes were still ladened with tears.

"Well, it's obvious." He shrugged his shoulders.

"What?" I asked still confused.

"That all girls love watching cartoons. Like there are still children." He said.

I raised my eyebrows.

"So, all girls? Yeah!"

"Umm.... Well.. yeah!" He said taking pauses.

"Umm, seems like someone has quite some knowledge about girls." I smirked.

"No, no. Not like that." His expressions suddenly changed and his body straightened.

"Then, what it is like?" I asked, intriguedly.

"I don't know. I just thought. You'd like it. So.."

He spoke as his voice couldn't hide his nervousness.

"Do doctors feel nervous too, especially in front of girl?" A thought emerged in my temple, knowing its absurdity, I couldn't help but pondering it.

"But you said all girls." I repeated my point. There's two reasons behind it. First, I was enjoying teasing him just like Tom was doing with Jerry on the screen. Secondly, I wanted to know whether he's in a relationship with some girl or not. I was just taking advantage of the situation which he himself just created.

"Forget about it. Forget that I said anything like that. I thought you'd like it, soo." He spoke vexed.

I hummed.

"I didn't like it." I said as he turned his head in my direction.

"So, why were you laughing?" He asked.

"Because I loved it."

I chuckled.

He huffed.

I laughed.

Then we both stared at each other.

My eyes travelled down from his eyes to the bridge of his nose to his slightly parted lips to his V shaped chin and down on his neck.

Meanwhile, I could feel his gaze traveling on my facing, investigating every inch of it, and then down on my neck, my beauty bone revealed by my boat necked dress and then down, on my chest, on my belly and down and down.

It was everywhere on me. I could feel it. And then, something happened. Beyond my imagination. Beyond the certainty of everything.

A sensation crawling around my waist.

A jerk so hard yet so soft.

Hot breeze like a summer noon's wind caressed my lips, trailed my lids.

And then the moment of persistence.

A deep, deep passionate kiss.

His lips landed on mine like they own them.

His tongue swirled around mine like it belongs to be joint by it.

His saliva transferred into my mouth and I felt like it was belong to me and I belong to him.

The moment my back hit the sofa and he threw his burden slightly on me and hold my breath in him. I lived an eternity in his arms and we kissed till death prevailed its wings on us and then we both escaped through its claws because together we were granted a new life.

To live together.