I saw Vivah and thought it was a sweet film and it inspired me to write the following. It's short and brief, not sure if I'll add more, but what the heck. Tell me what you think.
Poonam gazed up at the empty stairway. Her heart beat so loudly she could hardly breath. She didn't tell them that she would meet him the rooftop, but she didn't say no to his petition either.
Turning off the hallway lights Poonam slowly made her way upstairs.
Prem felt everything around him stop. As Poonam closed the door behind her, her eyes downcast, Prem couldn't believe his luck. Poonam was so beautiful, especially under the glow of the moonlight. She was almost ethereal. The fact that it was he she was meant to spend the rest of her life with scared and excited him. He could stare into her eyes forever and still it wouldn't be enough time to loose himself in her being.
"I thought you wouldn't come," he confessed as she stood next to him.
"Everyone was talking," Poonam explained. "I couldn't leave."
She stood close; her eyes not bold enough to meet his. At times, it was difficult to read Poonam's expressions. She only allowed so much to show. As Prem heard her explain how she was able to get away that night he asked her if she had gone through so much trouble just to meet him. Her answer, so simple yet bold, startled him.
"I wanted to," was all she said as her eyes dared to meet his. Prem's reaction was immediate as Poonam's gaze faltered and looked quickly away. He turned her around to face him, his hand daring to really touch her for the first time as he allowed his hand to caress her arm until he grasped her hand in his.
Poonam's breath left her at Prem's intimate gesture as she allowed herself a moment of daring and grasped his hand in return. It was the boldest thing she'd ever done, the most daring, as though this new woman emerging from the young girl demanded to get out.
Prem realized, as he held Poonam's hand that he had the right all along to approach her, to be with her, to ask her to share in his company. With great joy and trepidation, Prem realized that it would be only he and no one else that would have the right to gaze into Poonam's eyes. That only he had the right to stand so close, to breath her fragrant scent, to touch and feel the warmth texture of her hand and allow himself the satisfaction of kissing her smooth tapered fingers with his lips. He could feel her shudder as he kissed her hand in reverence, a part of himself holding back from expressing himself anymore.
For now it was enough that he was here with her, that he had the small freedom of holding her close, of allowing her into his heart, to allow herself to become imprinted into his very soul.
For her part, Poonam felt as though she had come home allowing Prem to hold her close, feeling her heart beat faster as she experienced the first sensations of falling in love. She took refuge in the comfort of Prem's arms, feeling his own love for her vibrate through the sound of his voice, the look in his eyes and the way he caressed her. They stayed awake through the first glimpse of the rays of the sun, quiet in their one perfect moment.