Chapter 77
[A/N : Now toh even I am bored of the suspense. Saala yeh story jaldi kyun nai chalti hai? Meko tum logo ko bataana hai ki Kirara kya hai! Uwaaaah!]
His hands were shivering. No, it wasn't because of the cold. It was just that the seductress that sat before him, all in her glory, was just too much to take.
Her body glowed, that white cloth of hers shimmering with wetness from the water. Perched on a rock, she resembled the sirens every bit. Sirens... He thought mystically. They were maybe her closest relatives. He wouldn't ask of course, because he knew she would dodge it again.
His hands moved on the canvas, giving life to something so ethereal. Somehow, he was in colossal hurry to finish the painting, afraid that she would disappear any moment. After three hours of hard work, he had managed to capture the essence of what Kirara was. Her body, sculpted to perfection was duplicated on the canvas in a way that would do maximum justice to her. The jewels that dangled on her forehead and in her earrings were pearl right now, and that was the only way he would want to remember them.
Suddenly, the realization dawned upon him. He had tasted this unearthly being. And he could taste her right now too.
Maybe the lust was apparent in his eyes to her, as her next move did exactly what he wanted her to do.
She rose her hand, all dripping and wet, and invited him in a fluid motion to come hither.
"What are you waiting for, My Precious?" She asked.
And with hands that were covered in a myriad of colors, he moved towards her.