Title: Fanaa
Author: Niyati
Rating: M
Genre: Romance
Summary: They are ancient pawns playing an ancient game.

Author's Notes: I sometimes wonder what's going on in my own head.


Fanaa

Fanaa- destruction or to be destroyed by love in Hindi; can be conveyed as being completely surrounded or lost or consumed by love in Hindi or Urdu

They were so helplessly—so hopelessly—attracted to what was forbidden.

It was not even sane, what they were feeling, doing, creating. Not proper, not decent, not right. Should they be caught it would scandalize the world and obliterate what little life they had before they had each other.

They cared not.

And so they continued the fire they ignited, the storm they brewed…

And they lose themselves in this labyrinth of emotions they threaten to incinerate with a single glance…

And her mind is chanting 'no' but her body is speaking otherwise. And he is questioning his lucidity yet commanding his actions.

He is fully aware of her skin whispering across his own and does nothing to stop it and she is all too conscious of their entwined limbs entangling even more but does not protest.

She understands that she is being possessed and is secretly thrilled by it and he loves how she plays his every. single. string. but would never admit it.

Both are bent on committing this sin. Both are too prideful to confess it.

He feels her hands insinuating themselves through his hair and forgets how to control just as she feels his mouth brushing across her neck and loses control.

She is gasping for air—so hard to breathe! And she thinks that if she stopped breathing altogether, she could survive on his ragged breath ghosting the shell of her ear, and would live off of his frantic kisses peppering her jaw. He is shaking so terribly and he thinks that the he would never ever be cold again, should he survive off her every gasp and live inside her every breath. Yet he would still shiver for reasons he does not wish to conceive.

And he realizes how shameful he is to submit to her passion like she smiles at how wicked she is to melt under his voice.

She is swirling in the ocean of him as he is unfurling in the fire of her.

And he knows it is forbidden to shudder as she destroys him and she knows it is forbidden to enjoy this effect she has on him as he threatens to consume her.

…and they both know that this bad and unacceptable and wrongwrongwrong...

But…

The smell of her hair, the taste of his skin, the harsh pants of air, the soft sighs of pleasure, the kiss, the caress, the promises, the regrets…

All forbidden forbidden forbidden…

And yet…

This only seems to incite them further…

Finis.