”I love you” she said, adjusting the creamy
satin bed sheet over her uncovered bosoms. The statement was not confounding
especially after an unplanned-impromptu love session but still it amazed him.
Her twitching of bed sheet had left a small red mark over his right thigh and
for an instant he thought about tugging it back from her, it could have dragged
them in one of those cute “after love” fights but a glance and he realized she
was serious.
Soon the glance became gaze.
Eyes are indeed the window to the soul but a look through hers went in vain, and he understood, there’s a lot going behind those tiny dark-brown pearls, they were shining unusually as they were moist, but no! She was not crying. This wetness was different and he knew that, he himself had seen her getting misty eyed at different moments of pain, and joy as well.
Outside the window, the monsoon was at its crest; the sound of tiny droplets falling on roof has isolated them from all hustle and bustle of city life.
It might be the rise in the levels of estrogen that had made her too emotional, he thought, but she was not a seventeen year old-yet to explore the life-doing it for first time-young girl, she’s a confident woman, yes! One “confident woman”. He still had his eyes on her, struggling with her tresses as strong wind blew across two opposite windows in room, she looked most beautiful.
Thoughts in mind are like beads in an unknotted silk thread, you pick up the thread and next moment train of beads will be falling off.
A "confident-beautiful woman", he thought and these two words were enough to set him off to a deep cogitation. In his mind, time was flying in backward direction and in hers, it was stagnant. Soon, he was reminiscing about college days-- the corridors, the alley and the road they walked on, without even noticing each other and when he did, obviously his heart skipped few beats but it couldn’t have been the love at first sight, for he never believed in that concept. The real feelings started much later when he noticed that all of a sudden everything related to her was giving him a lot of excitement.
Big eyes, a perfect turned up nose, glossy lips and shiny-voluminous hair, complemented by a tinge of attitude which could be seen at its summit with a slight arch in eyebrows, and a slender body—she was made up of perfect pieces that cohere together to give even Aphrodite a fierce contention.
He sighed. She turned towards him. In blue light of monsoon she could easily see the mazard through his skin. She wanted to touch his face, wriggle her fingers in his hair. She wanted to own him for that moment, for the life – for ever. But, he wasn't there.
First rain, and petrichor, she could feel it. The aroma of nature was in her veins now, she couldn’t resist it. Stood up, wrapped the bed sheet around her body and took a quick amble to reach at one of the windows. Sudden movement in room brought him back to present. He looked at her, only her silhouette was visible. She had a perfect body.
Her perfection was rather contagious, it had given tingling sensations to many hearts. His wasn’t different from others, but unlike other Casanovas he preferred remaining a clandestine lover. Sometimes he tried to reach her, to claim her friendship but an impulsive thought, that he might speak gibberish, always restrained him. He took vow to wait for the right moment. He didn’t groom himself neither he tried of deliberate serendipities. He longed for it but what all he did is just to wait. He waited for her, to fall in love with him.
Smell of earth had always taken her to gratification, combined with the cold wave kissing her face it was giving her a feeling of mental orgasm, second time in evening. It all started with a simple kiss, what followed was pure love, she surrendered herself to him and he accepted her because she completed him. In his arms, she could feel the comfort with his skin. Moments later, as the bodies got convoluted the mind passed through a gamut of emotions, finally calming down at culmination. The act was like a flame, having intensity but it wasn’t flagrant, it was catharsis.
TO BE CONTINUED...
