(Continued from previous part…)

I reached his room after 7:30 AM. I was excited for this very moment. When I reached the room, the Door was already open slightly. The door always remained locked when we lived together. I could see through the slight gap between the door and the wall. He was lying on the bed facing opposite to the entrance door.

I knew that he decided not to allow any other tenant share his room after I left, and that he lived alone since I left back to my home. We were regularly in touch through phone calls, and he told me this. I had asked him to find a new roommate so that he gets a company too and doesn’t feel the heat of loneliness but he was adamant. He out-rightly rejected the idea saying, “No one can take your place…ever!”. He was ready to pay double the rent but did not want anyone else to enter his room or life.

But now I grew suspicious of why the door was unlocked? Was he playing a prank on me? Did he know I was coming? Could my mom have hinted him about my surprise visit? …or, probably he might have finally found a new roommate? Although, the last thought coming to my mind made me feel uneasy, but there was only one way to know answers to all these!

I entered the room very carefully, trying not to make any kind of noise. It was better than what I had been planning whole night – a hug and welcome at the door itself. Thanks God, the room was already unlocked when I arrived, otherwise my surprise to him would have ended earlier, if it still was a surprise anymore! I was ecstatic about seeing him after such a long time. It felt to me as it was a new beginning, a new lifeline blessed to me. I felt my life was revived, and all my body was feeling that overflow of energy rushing uncontrollably from head to toes. My heart-beat was racing with the joy of meeting him finally. I was happy, extremely happy, for no other reasons.

I carefully kept my luggage (just a laptop backpack) on one side of room. My bed was still in the same position where I had left it a few months ago, adjacent to his bed, right under the ceiling fan. I got into my side of bed very gently, so that he does not get alert because of any vibrations because of my movements and slowly moved towards him. When I reached near him, his body-fragrance made me feel content and calm. I instantly felt there was nothing else left for me to achieve in this world. I looked at his face, and kept looking for a while. I was lost in his beauty. The beauty, and power of love, combined in one. He was sleeping comfortably like a baby.

After a few moments, when I gained my consciousness back, I leaned over, smelled his hair and then gently kissed on his cheek. I intended to kiss him gently, without disturbing his sleep, but I lost control over my lips. It seems my lips were more desperate to find him and feel him than I was. Once they got a chance to touch his cheeks, they got glued over there. He was tasty. Tasty as a divine nectar. At least my lips were finding him irresistible, and were not willing to let him go.

I had genuine intentions to be careful as I did not want to interrupt his sleep. But I was wrong! I forgot, he had always been sensitive to my touch. The moment my lips touched his cheeks, a smile was spread on his lips though his eyes were still closed. I got alert and started moving back. I had hardly moved inches away from him when he opened his eyes gently, turned towards me, and kept looking at me with those sparkling eyes. We both kept looking at each other, without saying a word. Our eyes were busy doing all the talks telling each-other how much we missed each other and about all the sufferings and pains we had gone through during these 6 months of separation. Eyes, which speak the truth louder than the words, and this time these were telling about extreme happiness being felt deep inside.

No, my eyes were not feeling enough of him, his beautiful eyes, his gorgeous smile, his lovely nose, his soft juicy pink lips, and his soft milky cheeks were all demanding more and more of attention. I don’t remember how it happened, but soon we were in lip-lock!

It was the same passionate kiss, full of love and compassion, which filled me with positive vibes and energy. It was not just his lips, it felt like I was sucking juicy warm source of life-energy charging me in and out.

We enjoyed each other for some time, and then I noticed, he had already embraced me in his arms. I don’t know when it happened as I was lost completely when our lips were mutually locked. All my attention had been drawn into enjoying those moments only. I came to know about it only when he tightened his grip around me and pulled me to his chest.

This was so soothing and calming. We did not speak a word during all this. I felt like I was now back home after a long time. His arms embracing me, and my head resting on his chest, was enough for my soul to find the peace. My eyes got closed, and I lost myself in his arms.