A dangerous game
They circled each other, enemies in the dark, their cloaks creating unnatural shadows. Within the confines of the silk lined outwear, they concealed weapons. Steel, gun powder; dark, gruesome instruments of pain. The sensuality of the cold metal against warm skin cause a certain excitement that wasn't foreign to the two figures dancing in and out of reach.
The spotlight moved in lazy circles around the dance floor, stopping intermittently on coiled figures and roaming hands. The world was lost to the romance of the evening. Everyone delighting in the company of a seductive partner. Everyone. Including the cloaked figures.
Their game was an old one.
They had forever circled each other, forever played this game of cat and mouse.
Except today they were playing with their lives.
The stereo played an old tune, one they were familiar with. Many moons ago they had met at a party just like this one. Had danced to this very song. So lost in love.
A small signal sets one of them off.
Play time was over.
"Babuji dheere chalna," she stage whispers, inching closer to him, her gun cocked. There were four army knives concealed at strategic points in her dress. The long, flowing red drew attention to the creamy expanse of exposed skin. A clever distraction from the other imperceptible bumps caused by two Chinese style blades.
"Pyaar mein zara sambhalna," he replies, his lips a breath away from hers, attaching a silencer to the nose of his favorite gun. His tuxedo is more forgiving to the concealment of weapons. So naturally he caries more bulky ones. Bulky, but no less deadly.
"Bade dhoke hai iss raah mein," she breathes, closing the small gap between their lips to softly kiss his.
Their eyes close in harmony, weapons ready.
Allowing each other a moment of indulgence, they part.
"Bade dhoke hai iss raah mein," he nods.
They turn, their backs to each other. Their guns are ready. A small explosion sets off in a corner and people duck, screaming. Pandemonium erupts.
Amidst it all, they stand backs to each other, silencers on the nose of both their guns.
One by one every accomplice is taken out. Everyone who knows of their old life, everyone who forced them to live it, is brought down.
A cruel smile lines her lips, as she proudly turns around. "I have poison on the heel of my stilettos," she boasts. "And Cyanide between my breasts."
He studies her face intently. "Thats why I love you."
They kiss again, before escaping with the panicked crowd.
If you don't speak hindi, the three lines are:
Babuji dheere chalna- Mister, walk carefully
Pyaar mein zara salbhalna- be careful while you're in love
bade dhoke hain iss raah mein- There is a lot of deceit on this path
Disclaimer:: The song 'babuji dheere chalna' is the intellectual property of its rightful owners. No intention to make profit from the use of the song had been made. The use is for purely illustrative purposes.
The spotlight moved in lazy circles around the dance floor, stopping intermittently on coiled figures and roaming hands. The world was lost to the romance of the evening. Everyone delighting in the company of a seductive partner. Everyone. Including the cloaked figures.
Their game was an old one.
They had forever circled each other, forever played this game of cat and mouse.
Except today they were playing with their lives.
The stereo played an old tune, one they were familiar with. Many moons ago they had met at a party just like this one. Had danced to this very song. So lost in love.
A small signal sets one of them off.
Play time was over.
"Babuji dheere chalna," she stage whispers, inching closer to him, her gun cocked. There were four army knives concealed at strategic points in her dress. The long, flowing red drew attention to the creamy expanse of exposed skin. A clever distraction from the other imperceptible bumps caused by two Chinese style blades.
"Pyaar mein zara sambhalna," he replies, his lips a breath away from hers, attaching a silencer to the nose of his favorite gun. His tuxedo is more forgiving to the concealment of weapons. So naturally he caries more bulky ones. Bulky, but no less deadly.
"Bade dhoke hai iss raah mein," she breathes, closing the small gap between their lips to softly kiss his.
Their eyes close in harmony, weapons ready.
Allowing each other a moment of indulgence, they part.
"Bade dhoke hai iss raah mein," he nods.
They turn, their backs to each other. Their guns are ready. A small explosion sets off in a corner and people duck, screaming. Pandemonium erupts.
Amidst it all, they stand backs to each other, silencers on the nose of both their guns.
One by one every accomplice is taken out. Everyone who knows of their old life, everyone who forced them to live it, is brought down.
A cruel smile lines her lips, as she proudly turns around. "I have poison on the heel of my stilettos," she boasts. "And Cyanide between my breasts."
He studies her face intently. "Thats why I love you."
They kiss again, before escaping with the panicked crowd.
If you don't speak hindi, the three lines are:
Babuji dheere chalna- Mister, walk carefully
Pyaar mein zara salbhalna- be careful while you're in love
bade dhoke hain iss raah mein- There is a lot of deceit on this path
Disclaimer:: The song 'babuji dheere chalna' is the intellectual property of its rightful owners. No intention to make profit from the use of the song had been made. The use is for purely illustrative purposes.
:):) Thats why I love you! what a perfect end! :D
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