Segment # 3
"Ahh that feels sooooo good, hmmm," moaned Satya as Katha worked her hands on him.
"Your hands are pure magic, Katha."
"A little lower please, yes, right there."
"You are truly insatiable. It's been almost an hour and my hands are beginning to hurt!" Katha exclaimed with fake petulance.
Satya turned around with a cheeky grin.
"I haven't had tel malish in days, no months, uhh maybe years. And the last time I did it wasn't pleasant at all. Ashwini mausi's hands were more suited for rock breaking or something. But you do it so well. You should consider being a masseuse.."
Then stopped abruptly as if realizing the folly of his words. "Uhh no. I'll keep you to myself. You can be my personal masseuse."
Katha laughed and walked around to face him, cleaning her oily hands on a napkin and then shrieked as Satya grabbed her elbow, jerking her towards him. She was so startled at the sudden move that she lost her balance and landed straight on his lap. His eyes were fixed intensely on her and she felt a slow blush coming on as he lifted her hand and brought it to his lips.
"Thank you for the incredible champi," he said hoarsely, and she sensed something had shifted between them.
His lips still lingered on her knuckle, the faint growth of his stubble tickling her skin and she felt... something. She didn't know what it was since she'd never felt it before. But being this close to Satya, catching the whiff of his familiar scent, and the warmth of his gaze on her she was suddenly conscious of her pulse accelerating alarmingly and her heart squeezing with emotion. Satya was looking at her with an expectant look. She knew that look. It was yearning. Want. Desire.
His lips travelled to her wrist and pressed against her throbbing pulse and Katha was seized by the same sudden panic. In a reflex move, she pulled her hand away and pushed at his firm torso, releasing herself from his hold.
The look of utter confusion and hurt on his face nearly killed her.
"I'm sorry..." they both said at the same time, and Satya rose awkwardly, walking away, his back turned to her.
"I'm sorry, Satya," she began again and he simply waved a hand at her without turning to face her.
"It's fine. I'm going for a shower."
Then he turned and smiled at her. And oh that smile - it had everything. Understanding, kindness, love, and hurt. He was hiding his hurt of her rejection. Adjusting his need to accommodate hers. But she could see it. She knew his tells now. She knew him. She loved him.
Katha felt a gush of unexpected tears well up in her eyes and she hastily turned away, busying herself with putting away the bottle of oil and cleaning up the table. But her mind was whirling in turmoil.
As soon as Satya closed the bathroom door behind him, she sank on the bed and let the tears flow freely.
What was she doing? Satya was a good man, a kind man, an incredibly patient and understanding man. He had been her rock through everything that had happened. And she was cheating him. Denying him a full life as her husband. Denying him his wants, his needs all because sex made her uncomfortable.
And if she truly was asexual what would that mean? She may not be an expert but her rudimentary research had told her this much - she might never feel sexual attraction for him. Even if she did love him with all her heart and soul. She knew her skittishness for intimacy went far deeper than the trauma due to the rape. Even before Tapan, she hadn't been comfortable with sex.
She brushed her tears off hurriedly as Satya emerged from the shower, rubbing his hair with a towel and shot her a grin.
"That massage did wonders for my headache! I'm ready for the movie. Shall we?"
Katha gave him a watery smile, following him to the couch and watched in silence as he flicked the remote at the TV. She had to make up her mind about this. If she stayed married to Satya, it would be so unfair to keep denying him physical intimacy and she did not feel she could give him what he wanted while being wholly comfortable with it.
And after what happened with Tapan, she did not ever want to get into it when her heart and body were not fully into it. She couldn't do that to herself. She couldn't do it to Satya. Put him in the same headspace as Tapan. No! Satya was too good for that. Then how could she continue living a lie being married to Satya?
She took a deep breath and turned to him, his kind, beloved face evoking emotions within her she didn't know she could ever feel. Her heart clenched as she noted the careful distance he was keeping, as he jabbered excitedly at her about the movie from the other end of the couch.
No, this wouldn't work at all. She would have to let him go.
Edited by LizzieBennet - 4 months ago
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