Silvering the edges of glow,
Mind tricks like diss in a flow,
When man not so sure of himself,
Falls for someone in depth,
Where does his strength lurk and go ?
Amidst her moans, his mind was whistling at him with conversations of doubts. He tried to digress. He concentrated on her face with misted eyelids of his labour in the art of love making. She was in her utmost gratifying state; whether it was for real he couldn’t tell. Aladdin was never definite about her.
He was never certain how a delinquent like him associated with a royal like her.
"You are like a gem in the sterile lands, a rare find", she often ascertained him.
But, he recognized that he hailed from the filth, however precious it seemed in her large doe eyes.
Drips of sweat were exchanged in passion, under the cast of bright moonlight. They were mounted on the magic carpet, while he was on her. Skins scraped upon each other, and intensity grew in every thrust. Below them lay the city of Agrabah, in resilience, residents oblivious of the thirsty performance committed above them. Magic was whiffed into the air, and in romance.
Aladdin and Jasmine had their secret escapades on most of the nights, though they didn't have to, anymore. Their forbidden love was deliberated, conversed and now , like every other news, dissipated. But, Aladdin obligated to this, because she liked it. She adored that the secret in their romance is what that made it exciting. It was the sin in the tongues of forbidders that made it interesting. So, out of no choice, rather amusement, Aladdin took her over the carpet on most of the nights.
They had remained as lovers as long as he had known. It was two years ago when Sultan Hamed had asked Jasmine to marry Aladdin, on his deathbed. Even in the peak of vulnerability, Jasmine had just nodded reluctantly only to pacify her father. She never said a yes. Aladdin was bit disappointed, but relieved. If he had married her, he would now be the Sultan of Agrabah. Most men would kill to be in his position, but not him. He was a simple man, with too much love.
"When then?", he had asked her when she told him he needed to wait for the marriage.
"The day I kill Jafar", she had concluded.
Everyone in Agrabah knew, even though Jafar wasn’t the vizier anymore, he was the most dangerous sorcerer with the gift of immortality. Aladdin knew nothing can kill Jafar, so his marriage to Jasmine was impossible. He wasn’t worried, he had her and that is all he needed. They never spoke of marriage after that day.
In the highest point of desire, Jasmine opened her eyes to glower straight into Aladdin's eyes. This sent a tingling sensation. He knew his part was done, and heaved down next to her on the carpet. Half of his mind dissolved in the love making, and other half on wanting an assurance from her.
"That was beautiful", she answered his thoughts.
He turned to look at her, while she was still observing the sky of stars. Few clumps of her curls were stuck on her forehead. Everything was attractive about her. Her brevity of words, beauty and ambitions.
"Do you want some more?", he questioned her, though not desperate. She didn’t answer.
She turned to him and rested her chin on his shoulders.
"What do you like in me?", she asked.
'Women ask the most absurd things in most magical moments'
Now, Aladdin stared at the sky, paused before he spoke up.
"I don’t have reasons or gauges, I just love you"
Pleased with the answer, she placed a peck on his chin. He felt the warmth rise in him. She was his first and only love, but he felt a knot every time she touched him. He loved every move of her; the way she clenched the sword, fire in her eyes and grace in her decisions. She had taken over as the Queen of Agrabah three days after her father had died, hearing Jafar had acquired a gift from Goddess of death. One portion of the Population of Agrabah was in awe, and other in distaste.
'How could a woman not grieve, and be hungry for power?', the walls had murmured.
Aladdin was smitten by this exact character of her. Confidence. In her words, deeds and love. She put her full potential in everything she craved. She was an epitome of bravery. No other women would persist into war like she did. She fought in the front lines, along with every other soldier. When they had ridden their horses into war of Penensia, Aladdin and Jasmine waged hand in hand, in blood and gore.
Aladdin was brought back to reality by the gentle breeze. He noticed that she was asleep with her hair brushing his face.
"Don’t leave me, Aladdin", she mumbled under her breathe.
Jasmine, who was never frightened of blood or war, one who was poised in every step- was in love with him.
Under the dark blue hues of the sky, brightest among all the stars, she was the royal.
Aladdin moved himself closer to her and studied her face.
'And now, she was lying naked next to the street rat.'
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