Stories Stitched Together

Us against the World...

लहू मुंह लग गया...
Lahu, a word in the Hindi language which means blood, much equivalent to greed. Lahu, a word that summarises our relationship.

Our destiny were worlds apart. The world was against us being together. As the night would come upon with its lustrous moon shining through the dark waves of the sky, us lovers would meet our destiny together meeting and hiding in the shadows. The night sky and lingering silence held the secrets of our nights together.

लबों के छूने से ख्वाबों के कोने से बचके सब लब से लब ये राग से राग गया ए लहू मुंह लग गया

Blood that binded us together. Blood that drove us crazy. Blood that drove our lust for eachother. Blood that lingered on our lips after every moment we shared. The world restrainted us from being one but the night brought us together. It was us against the world.

सोया था नस नस में अब ये जग गया ए लहू मुंह लग गया

His lips lingered on every spot he marked on my body. His fingers kissed the wounds that blemished my skin. The red marks still mark me his every night. His body brushed against mine sending a shiver down my spine. My body danced with his. Call it lust or obsession that drove us mad for eachother. His lips that seem to heal the scar that marked my lip or the way he gently treated the mark just below my lip. In the eyes of the world we despised eachother but the moon lit sky pulled us close each passing day. The same person that almost pulled the trigger of the gun against me now restrainted my hands above my head as we spent the night, him inside me. Cries of pleasure echoed the roof as he painted my body with his marks and most importantly our blood as the night dwelled in our secrets

लबों के छूने से ख्वाबों के कोने से बचके सब लब से लब ये राग से राग गया ए लहू मुंह लग गया

If the world was against us being one and together then we were against the world. If the world was burning it was us who lit the fire. Our destiny met the day we turned against the world. The night of full moon destined us being together as the world burnt in front our eyes. Atlast our victory ended with his lips lingering mine. His blood painting my body and mind painting his. My white dress now shone red with their blood perfect for a bridal dress as I took the pheras around the fire that burnt the hearts of our enemies.

लहू मुंह लग गया...
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