Page 172 of Sumanika

She grew impatient and pressed her lips on my right cheek. My face lowered, and I tried to calm her down. "Suman,"

She kissed my cheek and jaw and the other side of my cheek and jaw and reached down to my neck.

"Suman," I intoned, unable to suppress a weak smile. A fresh tear rolled down my cheek as she lowered her hands to my neck, cupping it gently and pulling me closer, bringing her lips near mine.

My breathing was already quick. Our noses collided as I tried to pull away and cupped her cheeks to stop her.

She shivered and sniveled.

"Calm down," I requested and pressed my forehead against her. "I am here with you," affirming her.

She clutched my overcoat and drew me closer to her, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Kunwarsa,” she muttered, growing restless as I pulled her closer and tightened my grip around her.

She pressed her lips against my cheek restlessly, and I closed my eyes, pushing my hand onto her hair bun and tightening my other arm around her as well.

Her breathing appeared uneven and restless, and I could sense panic in her actions.

“Calm down, Suman. I’m here,” I whispered, pressing my cheek against hers.

She gave in slowly, and I felt her fingers fisting on my shoulders restlessly and suddenly circled them around my shoulder and neck.

We had never been closer than this before.

She moaned as I pulled her painfully closer, my arms crushing her bones. We closed our eyes, breathing into each other, licking the old wounds, and realizing how much we needed each other.

Her scent calmed my racing heart, and she relaxed in a few moments.

There was peace all of a sudden.

Her breathing returned to normal, and after a while, I sensed her slowly pulling away. She gulped, gazing into my eyes, and I silently stared back into her red, swollen, tearful ones.

Her gaze flickered to my lips for a moment, and then, without warning, she slapped me.

My hand instinctively found its way into her hair bun, pulling her perilously closer to me with anticipation. Her lips quivered, her heart raced again, and a soft cry escaped her lips.

"Anhh,"

I gazed into her eyes and noticed her parted, trembling lips hovering just above mine. She was only a centimeter away and all vulnerable.

"Esa prem hai aapka. Hume akela chodkar chale gaye,"“This is your love. You left me all alone,” she quivered, allowing a fresh tear to roll down her cheek. Her chest raised up and down with short and uneven breaths.

"Kam se kam prem to hai. Tum to vo bhi nahi karti,""At least I love you. You do not do either either,” I complained, and she stared silently into my eyes with anger and affection.

"Kisne kaha nahi karte,""Who told you?"

She breathed shakily, breaking into tears, and closed her eyes while pressing her forehead against mine.

"Bahut prem karte hai hum aapse Kunwarsa,”“I love you a lot Kunwarsa,” She sucked in a deep breath, trembled under my hold.

“Bahut bahut bahut jyada, itna ki shayad kabhi kisi se kiya hi nahi, Bhagwaan se bhi nahi,"“I love you a lot, Kunwarsa. I love you so much, maybe more than I have ever loved anyone, even more than I love God,” she confessed against my lips and brought her face closer, stretching up in my arms, pressing her lips against mine.

I pulled back a little and tightened my fist on her hair.“Ahhhhh,” she moaned in pain. The bitter memory hazed my brain, and I tried to warn her.

"You will regret it, Suman,"

She shook her head and cupped my cheek to pull my face closer to her. Her fingers dug into my nape. Our breathing fanned over each other, and I said. "It could be the moment when you are low,"

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