Forbidden Love On A Full Night
Tension

Ram was watching me all night, waking me up every hour, checking my eyeballs. Although irritated that my sleep was disturbed so often, I felt happy. Ram just checked on me an hour ago. I had convinced him that I was fine, and had forced Ram to sleep. Right now I was observing Ram who was lying on the bed. The man was so tall, so big, that he could barely fit in a bed with a narrow bed.

Just looking at the man made my heart beat strangely. It was Ram who had given me the first kiss, had been the first to make me truly fall in love. Had it not been for Ram's honor and decency, I would have lost my innocence years ago. I flushed, remembering myself pleading with Ram to make love to me and how ashamed I was when Ram refused my request, she said that I was too young to make a decision that would change my life that way. At that time I was so devastated by Ram's words.

Too young? my mind was angry. I was sixteen years old and I was sure I was an adult. Only now did I realize that Ram was right, and that sixteen was very young.

With Ram, I've never been afraid of anything, not even my father. When my father prevented me from meeting Ram, for the first time in my life I dared to oppose him. My parents were wise enough to realize that punishing me would only make me oppose harder, so they agreed to let me go on a date with Ram, as long as the man picks me up at the door and drives me home at a reasonable time.

Gradually, my mother somehow started to like Ram, and though I doubt my mother would fully agree if her daughter was dating a guy from a commoner when compared to the economy of our wealthy family, but my mother has done her best to make Ram feel welcome. It was my mother who tried to comfort me when I broke up with Ram, reassuring me that I was too young to have a serious relationship with a man, and that if the time came, it would be, I'll definitely find another man.

And I used to think that Christian was the other guy, until I married him three years ago. My first marriage. My first husband.

With a quick sip and a slow jump with my left foot, I crossed the room, then poured a cup of coffee from the flask. Thanks to Ram's treatment, the swelling in my ankle has gone and it hardly hurts anymore. I reached into the saddlebag, looking for something to eat. I took out a sweet round bun and a big red apple, then sat down again, while my gaze remained fixed on Ram's face. I sat there for a long time, looked at Ram and then turned to the window and returned to the handsome face of the man.

It was still raining outside, though not as hard as last night.

I wondered if someone was looking for us. Maybe not, break me up. Anyone who knows Ram knows that the man is capable of self-preservation. Ram once told me that he had lived in a reservation area, and his grandfather had taught him how to hunt, track, and survive in the wild.

It was morning when Ram woke up and found me sitting looking at him. He raised next to his eyebrows with an amused expression.

I put my shoulders down. "There's nothing more to see. The only good sight, which is now in front of my eyes."

As he sat, Ram put his hands to his hair. He glanced at the thermos on the table. "There's still coffee?"

"Little."

When I started to stand up, Ram gestured for me to stay where I am. "Let me take it myself. I don't want you to walk around with those ankles if you don't have to."

I smiled at him, obviously pleased with the man's concern for me.

Ram unclogs the thermos and pours the last coffee into the cup. As he moved to the window, he looked outside. "It was still raining outside, but the clouds were thinning. If you're lucky, the storm will subside later in the afternoon and we can go home to the farm tomorrow morning."

Ram could see the reflection of my face on the glass and look at me, then shake my head and let me know he had just thought of something, which I believed was about our past. As he continued to shake - - getting rid of what was in his mind - Ram grabbed a saddlebag and pulled out a can of tuna and two round loaves of bread.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" ask me as I step foot closer to him.

He shook. "I can do it."

I frowned behind the man's back, puzzled at the man's faint tone. Last night Ram had treated me gently so I almost believed that the man still cared about me.

Ram made two sandwiches, and thrust one at me, along with a glass of water.

The deg!

Our fingers touched, sending out a vibration of consciousness that propagated along my arms. We ate in a tense silence.

The tension between us became more and more apparent as the day got more and more noon. Ram pacing, like a confined animal. I pretended to forget the man's whereabouts, but I was well aware of Ram's every move, every breath of mine. The fact that the man was bare-chested and barefoot only made the situation even worse. Ram increasingly looked like a wild hunter and was unconquered. I so wanted to touch the man, insert my finger in the man's hair, down the tight braid of muscle on his arm, rubbing the palm of his hand on his chest. Feeling the man's arms holding me tightly, while his lips...

No. gabe. No. gabe. Control yourself. Control your feelings. Conscious, Purna. Be aware....

I'm too jumpy. I can't sit any longer. I stood up, intending to see if there was still something left to eat in the saddlebag. Ram is still pacing back and forth. The man just turned around and suddenly...

He hit me. Spontaneously, he grabbed me and held me back from falling, and the next thing I realized was...

Oh my God, I was in Ram's arms and that man was kissing me. Ram's lips sipped on my lips as if I were a pool of sparkling water and Ram was a man dying of thirst.

At first I was too surprised to refuse. Then Ram deepened his kiss, and all my defenses evaporated. I leaned on the man, my hands stretched out on Ram's wide back, my fingers*gold the muscles there. My chest is flat on Ram's chest. A small fire of passion was burning within me, embers were writhing, stretching, covering me.

One of Ram's hands caught the nape of my neck, while the other hand cupped my buttocks, pulling me closer, letting me feel the evidence of his hardened passion. He is clearly alive and longing....