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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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Read Part 3 here
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While we are here, still a Vijay Deverakonda fan
. To help with the COVID-19 situation, his team has started a Middle
Class Fund, which aims at providing the basic necessities to middle
class families. The team has been very transparent in their work, and
you can watch the behind the scenes on Youtube (link here )
Last
time when I had tweeted about VD, I saw a lot of fans comment on my
post, so I felt I could use (my so called writing) platform to make
people aware of the foundation. You could donate, volunteer or just
spread this message around.
More details on the foundation can be found here
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