JustLikeADream
Favoured Frenzy
Swasame : The pallette of white.
Life started sounding like Kadhal Sadugudu the moment I began living with him. It was romantic, crazy, and recklessly happy. Yet, the irony was that the one thing we never claimed to have was kadhal. Love was never the rope that bound us. It was something far deeper, an unspoken weight that required no promises, no labels, and no heavy commitments. Still, the intimacy between us was frighteningly intense. I craved the fierce, effortless warmth he brought into my life, and he was captivated by my cool skin, understanding the quiet, cold corners of my heart better than anyone else ever could.
Today was special, the anniversary of the day we first met. He was trapped in a whirlwind of office work and back-to-back duties, while I had the day off. So I decided to make the little time we had feel like something worth remembering.
Our apartment had a beautiful balcony, the place where we both loved spending time. I took a white bedsheet, clipped one end to the hook at the top corner of the balcony, and tied the other ends together until it formed a tiny little tent.
I wore one of his oversized T-shirts with a pair of tiny shorts underneath. I brought out a small bedside table, placing it carefully inside our little hideaway. I had ordered white roses and pink lilies. Soon, the flowers arrived. I scattered the delicate white petals across the floor like fresh snow and placed the lilies in a vase right on the table.
In the kitchen, I rushed through a YouTube tutorial, trying my hand at a homemade pizza. Mid-prep, I dragged a small floor cushion setup into the tent to serve as a plush, low sofa. By the time the pizza came out baked to perfection, the sun had dipped low. I lit a few fragrant candles, filling the little space with a soft, warm glow.
By then, it was almost time for him to come home. I freshened up and changed into another one of his shirts, this time a black one that contrasted beautifully against the white decorations, perfectly complementing the single black thread tied around my ankle,a subtle detail he was completely obsessed with.
I dialed his number.
"Helloooo," I chimed softly.
"Haa, I’m on my way," he answered, his voice breathless as he hurried out of the office. "Should I pick up anything? Why did you call, everything okay?"
"Nothing at all, just checking on you! Come home soon, drive safely," I murmured, hanging up before he could question me further.
It was usually a fifteen-minute drive, though evening traffic was bound to stretch it out. Back on the balcony, I strung up warm fairy lights and set out two delicate wine glasses. I wasn't much of a drinker, but I had a soft spot for white wine.
"Why do you like everything in white so much?" he had whispered teasingly against my skin one afternoon after our usual lingering make-out session.
The memory made a quiet giggle spill from my lips. I pulled out his favorite drink alongside the wine bottle, set the freshly baked pizza on the table with a tiny candle nestled on top, and arranged a few sweet delicacies around it.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell chimed. I instantly switched off the main lights, unlocked the front door, and darted back to hide inside the balcony tent.
I heard the door click open, followed by his heavy, familiar footsteps entering the dark apartment. Even from my hiding spot, I could picture his brow furrowing, his dark eyes narrowing in confusion as he tried to figure out what was happening, only for him to bite the corner of his lower lip with that slow, devastating smirk. Oh damn. That look always undid me.
"Jaan!"
As his footsteps neared the balcony threshold, I stepped out with a wide, radiant smile. "Happy anniversary!"
He stopped in his tracks, his gaze sweeping over me in the low light. That slow smile melted into something endlessly tender as he closed the distance between us, pulling me flush against his chest. His fingers traced my face, gently tucking loose strands of hair behind my ears before his warm palm came to rest against my cool cheek. Bending down until our noses brushed, his breath warm against my lips, he whispered, "Happy anniversary, jaan."
I melted into his touch, my hands instinctively reaching up to loosen his tie and unbutton the top half of his collared shirt, easing the tension of his long day. "Close your eyes," I murmured softly.
Taking his hand, I guided him a few steps forward into the glow of the draped sheets. "Okay, open them."
His eyes widened in genuine amazement, taking in the glowing haven, the scattered petals, and the quiet magic crafted just for him. His lips parted into the broad, radiant smile I loved most in this world.
We settled into the warm glow of the tent, the same quiet joy reflected in both our eyes. He reached for the bottle, pouring the drinks into our glasses with that soft, familiar smile before raising his glass toward mine.
I couldn't help the giggle that escaped me. "Cheers to us."
"Cheers to the seventh year," he murmured.
Seven long, beautiful years. We cut the pizza together as soft music hummed in the background, talking effortlessly about everything and nothing at all. He shared the trivial details of his day, our quiet, sacred routine. In every sense that mattered, we were each other's human diaries.
Without a word, he reached for me, pulling me gently onto his lap. His hands traced down to my ankle, fingers lightly teasing the single black thread tied there. I closed my eyes, leaning into the warmth of his arms framing my face, until a playful pinch on my cheek made me snap them open in mock annoyance. Before I could say a word, his mouth captured mine.
The kiss was deep and possessive, his lips slowly drinking me in as his hand slid up to the nape of my neck, holding me close. Resting on his lap, I could feel the hard, unmistakable heat of him pressing against me, and I gently shifted against him, matching his rhythm. His hands moved down to pull me even closer, unbuttoning the black shirt to reveal the dark lingerie against my skin. He slipped the fabric off my shoulders, never breaking the deep, intoxicating kiss, devouring my lips like a sweet cherry.
He finally pulled back, lowering me gently onto the plush cushion sofa. Pressing his body over mine, he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his wet lips trailing hot, smooth kisses along my skin. His tongue traced a path down to my collarbone, leaving light bites in its wake while his fingers softly teased the sensitive skin between my legs. Looking up at me for a fleeting second, he moved down, his mouth finding my chest through the lace, his fingers slipping into my mouth for me to suck as he unhooked the bra. He tasted every inch of my skin, biting and soothing my nipples until my breath hitched, his weight pressing comfortably between my thighs.
Slipping out of his own shirt and removing the rest of our clothes, he hovered over me again. His wet fingers, slick from my mouth, traced down my stomach to where my skin bloomed hot and sensitive. He used his fingers to trace the heat between my thighs, circling the sensitive peak of my clit and feeling me bloom under his warm touch, while he kissed and swirled my nipples, gently biting them.
He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path across my belly. When his tongue dipped into my belly button, a sharp moan escaped me, "Ahh!" He looked up, a soft, triumphant smile touching his lips at the sound, before sliding two fingers deep inside me.
I gasped, my hands clinging to him as he set a steady, deep rhythm with his fingers. His mouth trailed back up to my ear, nibbling and sucking the delicate lobe. I reached down, gripping his hard length, feeling the raw throb of him in my palm as I stroked him from the outside.
"Shall I?" he whispered against my ear, his voice dark and breathless.
With glistening eyes, I nodded. He shifted, unbuttoning his pants and shedding his remaining clothes before settling back between my legs. His nose trailed down my stomach to my inner thighs, pressing soft, lingering kisses into the sensitive skin. Then, pressing his face close, his mouth open against me, he tasted my wetness, his tongue swirling around my clit before pushing deep inside.
A sharp gasp ripped from my throat,"Ahhhhh!" He drank me in completely, his tongue working deeper and harder, tasting every drop of me until I was dripping and trembling under his touch.
Then, shifting into a sixty-nine, his weight hovered over my head while he continued to eat me out fiercely. His hard tip brushed against my lips, and I wrapped my tongue around the warm, pink head, sucking him deep into my throat as he thrusted rhythmically into my mouth. The intense sensation of his tongue undoing me below while I swallowed him whole drove us both to the absolute edge.
Just as we were about to break, he pulled back, pulling me onto his lap in one swift motion. He aligned his length with my wet entrance and plunged deep inside me in one smooth stroke. The sudden, wide stretch made me cry out, my hands gripping his shoulders as he began to move inside me, deep, hard, and relentless.
As we felt ourselves breaking, he pulled out and laid back down into sixty-nine, his tongue driving into me while I took him back into my mouth, sucking fast and hard. My whole body began to shiver, the tension snapping as a wave of intense pleasure crashed through me. I came hard, gasping for air, just as he released onto my skin with a heavy shudder.
We lay there, chests heaving, gasping for breath in the quiet glow of the tent. He leaned down, pressing a long, deep kiss to my damp skin, inhaling my scent before sliding down to lie flat beside me.
We turned our heads, looking at each other through the soft light, and suddenly both burst into breathless, exhausted laughter. He reached out, pulling me tight against his chest, holding me firmly in the quiet warmth of our sanctuary.
"You and your fondness for white!" he teased softly, his voice full of mischief as he gestured to the glowing sheet above us. I giggled, resting my head on his chest.
"Jaaaan..." he whispered into my hair.
And as I lay there in his arms, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat and breath, I finally listened to the song playing softly in the background:
Swasamee, swasamee...
// Jaanu.
