Following a hearty home-cooked meal, Shaan accompanied Nia to the fields, the symbolic purpose of his visit awaited there.
Nia's innate beauty was evident since childhood, her fiery yet delicate features and sweet expressions were captivating with striking black eyes, elegant nose, rosy lips.
However, at present as Shaan caught sight of her from behind, he witnessed her metamorphosis into a stunning and alluring woman.
As she breezed through the fields leisurely, he followed her unconsciously.
With each step, her hips swayed, with it luscious curves ascending, akin to inviting peach. The waist akin moon's arc, view appealing to even blind. He appreciated the woman she had become.
He seeked to break the silence walk and listen to her sweet melody.
Shaan queried, "Nia, what about your close friends Anmu and the other girl, where are they?"
Nia paused before responding, "Anmu got married a year ago. She visited me last month."
Continuing, she mentioned, "Her husband works as a bank manager in Jobu city."
Sensing her discomfort, Shaan attempted to divert her attention. Hastening ahead, he peered around and queried, "Whose house is that, a couple of fields away? I didn't notice it before."
Nia explained, "That's where the other girl, Martha, lives with her husband. He's a marriage broker, settled here somehow."
Shaan noticed the pain in her voice and wondered about the absence of her usual cheer.
She advised, "Be cautious, it's cramped here," as she navigated the narrow pathway formed by a ridge. Shaan followed, relishing the scenery.
To Shaan, Nia was a childhood sweetheart, but as kids they couldn't do much, in fact they didn't know what to do - that can bind their fate together.
Their lives, planned differently in the city and the village, now collided after a long separation.
Storm was brewing quietly. The storm of nostalgia, attachment, and more.
Caught off guard, Shaan's thoughts scattered as Nia slipped, swaying on the narrow, slick ridge.
Without hesitation, he lunged forward, arms outstretched, capturing her just before she fell into the muddy waters below.
A sigh of relief escaped him as her ankle grazed the moist soil, halting her descent.
Nia let out a cry, as he caught her. She was breathing heavily.
She had slipped after unoticingly stepping on wet soil. But what happened after amazed her.
Shaan saved her fall. But he put his hands onto her soft curves and was squeezing them unintentionally. She didn't know how to respond.
She responded with curt,"I am okay".
He felt her heavy breathing and went to comfort her. But when he realised his hands grabbed her from under her arm, squeezing into treasured curves, Shaan found himself in a conflicting moment—unable to release her without risking her tumble into the stream.
As he felt conflicted, she strongly said, "Don't let me fall, hold properly".
With deliberate care, he raised her up, feeling her breath through his fist in undulating curves, relishing the fleeting closeness. He was ensured with this sensual moment, till she settled on dry soil side of ridge.
He laid her slowly on dry soil.
He was roused from sensual touch, the feeling akin to velvety softness of ripe peach lingered his fingers.. He glanced at her figure, her hair and clothing was in disarray.
He could openly see her soft peachy curves, forming narrow rift, inviting for grappling dive.
He bent down. Looking at her asked, "Are you okay? Aching somewhere?".
She replied, "Okay"
Embarrassment painted Nia's cheeks red, she hastily rearranged her ruffled attire. she finally settled on her back, trying to recover from recent events but unnoticeable smile floated her lips despite her flushed face.
Shaan sat nearby, the echoes of their mishap lingering in the air.