Chap 61, 62 update on Pg 53 Entrapment : An Extremely Dark Advni FF - Page 31

Originally posted by: Elly2207

That was awesome. Too good. I loved their conversation, Advay is so charming with his words, he somehow always manages to get Chandni in his words. Their morning encounter was so wow. Advay's sexual prowess is so intense that Chandni always gets gaps in her memories after their time, Lol. Gosh, everything was so well written that I don't have just one entry point but I'm not able to get words to express myself. Fantastic update. And as always, I found it short, you know the drill, right. And not to forget, update soon dear.

Chandini sat in anticipation, knotting her fingers in her lap while Advay covered her eyes with a blindfold. It was five in the evening, they had just had their tea and she had got dressed to go down to the temple later. Her heart drummed in her chest at the suspense he was creating around her. What was the surprise? She wondered, it was just a new kitchen. What could be so exciting that she was made to wear a blindfold.

"You look sexy in that blindfold,' He said, kissing her cheek.

"Ready?' He held her hand into his.

She nodded, following Advay out of her room on slow steady feet.

Chandini sighed as soon as she entered the lounge next door, the smell of the fresh paint hit her senses making her want to lick it. Her mouth watered.

"It smells amazing.' She whispered.

Advay laughed, he should have guessed, she loved the smell of paints, she was the girl who would always be punished for haven eaten all her slate pencils as a child.

"Good, now let's see if you think it looks amazing too.'

He slowly removed her blindfold and stood beside waiting to see her reaction. Chandini gasped out loud. She could actually feel her jaw hit the floor. The room had been transformed beyond recognition. It looked like it was from a posh magazine, with wood and glass and plush furnishings glimmering everywhere her gaze fell.

"Let's start from here.' He held her hand and took her to the lounge area. Chandini brushed her hand against the large charcoal chesterfield sofa in plush velvet and sighed. It was soft and luxurious. The back and the arms of the sofa were the same length with deep buttons embedded on them.

"Sit,' He lazed on one end of the sofa and held his hand out for her. Chandini sighed collapsing on the luxurious cushion, this was the best sofa she had ever sat upon. It was strewn with decorative cushions in white, yellow and grey. But the white ones grabbed her attention, they fluffy and looked like they were made from fur. She picked one and cuddled it with a giggle. What were they made of, they were luxurious.

"It's fake sheep's skin.'

"Oh,' She thought, cuddling it closer. It felt like cuddling the soft teddy that Shikha had as a child.

"Do you like it?'

"It reminds me of Shikha's teddy bear.'

He chuckled. She continued checking the room. The walls were white, there was the large sofa they were seated on and two smaller ones to the sides. A large coffee table in white sat at the centre, breaking the otherwise masculine room. Two smaller side tables in glass sat bedside the sofa with a large Vase of freshly cut pink, yellow and red roses adorning them. She leaned to take a whiff of the heady perfumes of the roses. It was a comfortable lounge that felt cozy yet airy.

The rug at her feet too was light grey and plush. But the television on the wall was a statement piece in itself. She giggled at how large it was.

"It's sixty-five inches and the pride and joy of my life.'

She giggled, she hardly watched television, but with a television this size maybe it was time she started watching it.

She notices that the white walls were empty but that made the room feel bigger and lighter.

"Do you like it so far?'

She nodded, admiring all the table lamps and standing lamps around the room. Some were quirky but they were all beautiful.

"Dining table.' He pointed getting up to his feet. She brushed her hand on the textured wood of the table.

"It's pure teak and re-purposed,' He said, "I love the character in the wood. I love the scars and the marks and the imperfections.'

"Hmm,' She nodded, it smelt of fresh varnish, "If it had a voice what story would it tell?'

He smiled watching her brush her fingers into the grooves and the cracks.

"I love this table, there is so much character to it.' She said. "But I love the chairs more.'

She touched the plush chairs upholstered in soft plush charcoal again. It felt there was a theme going on, a black and white theme...grey and white, she corrected herself. A large modern chandelier hung from the ceiling lighting the entire table.

"When I am at home,' He said, "we will be spending most of the time here in the evenings.'

She nodded, it made sense. This was the heart of the house. She still had the kitchen to admire. She was looking forward to the kitchen now.

"Do you watch a lot of television?'

"No,' He sighed, "I love working at my thesis while sat at the table. I just find it comfortable.'

"I can sit on these soft chairs all day.'

"You could sit on them all day,' He winked, "but when you are with me, this is where you will be kneeling.'

She felt her heart jump into her mouth at where he was pointing. She glanced between his eyes and the cold white marble floor with panic.

"On the floor.'

"Hm-mm.' He smirked, "I prefer sitting at the head of the table and you will kneel at my feet... on the floor.'

"And do what?'

"Wait for my instructions,' He gathered her in his arms, "or read a book or write if you like or just do nothing.'

"I'll be bored.'

"That's even better,' He smirked, "because then you will want to grab my attention.'

She nodded, shuddering at why his voice was a bare seductive whisper. What was she missing?

"Which means, you will find ways to distract me.'

"I could talk to you.'

"No, you can't my little pet,' He continued smirking, "read your rules, you cannot speak unless spoken to.'

"But...,'

"And if you do speak without my permission,' He placed his finger on her lips, "I will punish you.'

Chandini shivered at how the word punish' sounded on his lips. Like it was prayer. What was his obsession with the need to punish her, she didn't understand?

"For how long am I meant kneel?'

"For as long as I want you to.'

She sighed, she had agreed, she was going to try and it seemed like it was a big deal for him.

"I love the windows,' She said, taking her mind off the impending doom.

"Hmm, we got rid of the door and knocked down the windows and go them refitted with these French doors. I am glad you like them.'

She nodded running her hands over the rich silk curtains yet again in white and grey stripes. It was a masculine room, without a shadow of doubt, a far cry from the feminine peaches and pinks of her bedroom. This room screamed Advay at the top of its lungs. There was no colour except the yellow in the cushions and the pink and red in the roses in the vase.

"Kitchen.'

She nodded following him on slow unsure feet, admiring the chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. How much had he spent on this room? This man wasn't bankrupt...far from it. She felt her jaw hit the floor as soon as she stepped into the kitchen. The large black granite island opened out onto the lounge. What hadn't she noticed it from the lounge? She ambled in gazing at the shiny white cabinets. There was the double oven Murli had been aching for and other gadgets she had never seen in her life. She frowned, this wasn't just any kitchen, this a state of an art kitchen. How was anyone meant to cook in a kitchen like this without stressing about ruining it.

Her gaze finally fell on Murli who was grinning to himself from ear to ear humming a tune she didn't recognise as he arranged the pots and pans in the shelves. He was in paradise, his own kitchen paradise, so was she. The Kitchen was her favourite part of the house too.

"Bhabhi,' Murli squealed like kid as soon as their gaze met. "did you see the double oven.'

She nodded. Murli grabbed her by her arm and decided to give her tour of his kitchen...his baby.

"What's that?' She asked pointing at the only object in a shiny red.

"That's the coffee maker.'

"Coffee maker?' She frowned. Why did they need a coffee maker? Surely, they could make coffee the traditional way.

"Now that, that is my food processor with a whisking bowl,' Advay shook his head in despair. Murli was on cloud nine today. His prized kitchen was finally in place. "and it has a special attachment that grinds garam masala.'

She nodded. She preferred grinding her masala by hand or better they had a grinding mill down the road that ground their spices it for them. But she smiled back not wanting to burst Murli's bubble.

"And that is the dishwasher.'

Dishwasher? She frowned to herself. She would never use it, she preferred washing her dishes by hand. That was going back to the shop.

"What do we need a dishwasher?' She said, "I am sure we can do the dishes ourselves.'

"What?' Both Advay and Murli gasped in horror.

"What is the need of a dishwasher?'

"To wash dishes.' Murli said glaring at her in disbelief.

"Which I can do myself.'

"I am not having you standing all day doing dishes,' Advay snapped even before Murli opened his mouth. Chandini frowned, it was her house. Did she not have a say in anything? What was the use of a silly dishwasher. It seemed like he wanted to waste money. She took a deep breath and continued examining the rest of the kitchen.

"This here,' Murli showed her the stove. Chandini gasped in horror. It had eight burners...it looked intense. How many people were they cooking for?

"This burner is the one true love of my life.'

She giggled as soon as he leaned and kissed the cold steel stove with passion. She loved her kitchen, but Murli's love bordered on obsession, she concluded. Advay chuckled to himself at Murli's antics.

"Do you like it?' Advay asked Chandini.

"I love it, it's beautiful,' She smiled back, "there are a lot of gadgets, but it's beautiful.'

"Do you want to light the stove and warm a bowl of milk,' Advay said, "just to inaugurate it with your hands.'

She nodded smiling to herself. But before that she had to say her prayers to the great goddess Annapurna.

She made her way towards large marble shrine towards the far end of the kitchen. It looked beautiful with intricately carved marble slabs panelling the walls. Large bronze lamps adorned the floor and also hung from the ceiling. She placed cotton wicks in the lamps and filled them with oil. Advay leaned against the wall and admired her with pride. She then lit the lamps and finally began reciting her hyms to lord Ganesh, and then to the goddess Annapurna, requesting her to bless her home and her kitchen with abundance and prosperity. She finally held the veil of kumkum and applied a tilak to Advay and to Murli and finally filled her parting. She held Advay's gaze for a brief moment admiring his handsome face with the tilak on his forehead. Advay smirked to himself, he knew he was dazzling her like always. Murli broke her trance by handing her a plate of kumkum paste. She dipped her hand into it and marked the marble panel leaving an imprint of her reddened palm upon them. It was believed to bring good luck and prosperity when the lady of the house left the imprints of her kumkum dipped palm around the house, mainly on the main door and on the walls behind the shrine. Advay smiled at how pretty the imprints of her palm looked on the white marble. He wanted to kiss them and her palm but refrained himself from doing so. She was still worshipping.

She finally worshipped the stove, with kumkum and turmeric and lit it while chanting her prayers. Murli clapped his hands while she placed a pan of milk and let it bubble. She added crushed cardamom, sugar, saffron and crushed almonds to the milk and let it simmer for a few minutes, before finally filling the cups Murli had laid out for her. She handed a cup to Advay and another to Murli. Advay and Murli waited for her to take the first sip. She sighed sipping into the flavoured milk, they had officially inaugurated the kitchen, it was good to use now.

Advay sighed as soon as took a sip, the milk was delicious and she had made it in a jiffy.

"That is amazing,' Murli sighed, "I am telling you Bhabhi, you are a talent gone to waste.'

She giggled softly, she was a home cook, this was her love and her passion. She could have never turned it into a career. Not that she would have been allowed to.

"There is one part of the house you haven't seen yet.'

Chandini frowned as he finally led her towards the quiet corner behind the dining area. She gasped out loud. How had she missed it? Two large teak book cases adorned the corner. One was already filled to its capacity while the other one was empty.

"This one is for you,' He pointed towards the empty book case. "you can fill with all your books.'

She nodded, but her gaze was frozen on the colourful guitars hanging from the wall beside the book shelf.

"That is my area.' He smiled. "my special collection.'

She brushed her hand on the one in a mahogany, it was a warm colour and had his initials etched on it.

"I love this one.'

"Hmm...it's my favourite too.'

"I love that it has your name on it.'

He chuckled softly but gasped as soon as she leaned to place a kiss on his initials etched on the guitar in gold.

"You can have it when I am gone,' He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ears.

She smiled wryly. She didn't want the guitar, she wanted him. What did she have to do to have him beside her forever? She sighed checking the books in his side of the shelf. They were all books on the one subject she dreaded, maths. She scrunched her face in disgust. Advay chuckled at her.

"Why that face?'

"I hate maths, it never made sense to me.'

He chuckled reminding himself of all the times he had punished her for poor performance in the one subject he loved from the depth of his heart.

"It's a shame you never got to meet Dev,' She sighed, admiring his large collection.

"Why is that?'

"You could have both had long hearty conversations on disgusting mathematics.'

Advay chuckled.

"He loved maths, I hated it,' She said with disgust, "sometimes I feel it's a good thing I never married him or would have ended up with a boring mathematician for the rest of my life.'

"Hey...you are married to a boring mathematician, you fool,' He smacked her gently on her forehead. She rolled her eyes in despair. Looked like her fate was sealed with a mathematician, Dev or otherwise.

"Careful what you about the subject I love,' He warned her with a smile, "you never know...I could punish you by making you solve difficult maths problems.'

"What?' She gasped in horror. She would take any punishment, anything but maths. This was extreme torture. Advay laughed out loud at the panic in her eyes.

"Tell me something,' She asked gazing back at his books again.

"Hmm.'

"Why do you need to read so many books on maths, I mean two plus two is four, what more could these books possibly teach you.'

"Some of the books are classics, some are the ones I studied and used as guides for my Phd's, some are written by my favourite professors.'

He removed a book and handed it to her.

"Like this one is by my dearest professor at Trinity.'

She nodded, it was a fat heavy book. She took an instant dislike to the cover, it had strange formulae scribbled all over it. She handed it back to him without even bothering to open it.

"Suniye Jee.' She gasped in awe as her gaze fell on the top shelf.

"Hmm.'

"Those books...those books up there.'

"Hmm ...what about them?'

"They have your name on them.' She gazed at him with widened eyes, "Why do they have your name on them?'

"Because I wrote them.'

"You wrote all those books.'

"Hmm.'

She counted in awe, they were fifteen in total.

"You have written fifteen books on maths.'

"I have.'

"Has anyone bought them,' She muffled her giggle.

"Are you mocking me?'

"Just asking.'

"Three of those are part of the recommended study material for the students pursuing masters,' She gasped out loud, "and another six are recommended further reference material again approved by Trinity... So, the answer to your question, Yes, I have sold loads of books. I am a published author.'

"May I have a look at one of them.'

He removed one of the books on the top shelves and handed it to her. She giggled at the charcoal cover, it seemed like it was his favourite colour. She brushed her hand against his name etched in gold and leaned to place a kiss on his name. She turned the back of the book and smiled to find Advay's picture gazing back at her. He was standing infront of black board with strange formulae scribbled all over it. But these formulae didn't disgust her, they looked beautiful, they were in his handwriting. Where was the picture taken?

"Are you teaching here?'

"Hmm...The picture was taken by one of my favourite students...Craig Reynolds,' He sighed, "He was a brilliant student. I liked the picture and decided to use it for the book. It has his name mentioned under my picture.'

She nodded gazing at the name credited below the picture

"It is also in his memory that I decided to use the picture,' He sighed heavily. "he was killed in a terrorist attack. He was just twenty-two.'

She shot her eyes to him. Killed at twenty...Tears welled her eyes. What a waste of life?

"Were you close?'

"He was like a younger brother to me. I loved him.' Advay blinked his eyes, "he would have made an exceptional mathematician. But... We didn't even have a body to perform his funeral.'

She gasped out loud.

"How was his funeral performed then?'

"Everyone of his friends and family got one of his favourite thigns,' He choked on his tears, "his collection of music, his pictures with his girl friends and I took the books I had published Chandini watched him blink his tears in vain. It must have been difficult to come to teams but. She wiped the tears glistening in her eyes. What about his parents? She thought to herself. It must have been impossible for them to come to terms with his death.

"Are his parents alive.'

"They are and I gift them every single one of my books because it has his name on it.' He sighed, "that is the least I can do. Give them something to feel proud about.'

"How did they come to terms?'

"They haven't,' Advay said, "nor will they ever. He was their only son. Not that it would have been any better had they had more children. But it is a great loss for them.'

Chandini sighed, terrorism... she had heard about it, had never known anyone who had lost their loved ones to a terrorist attack... until now.

She went back to gazing at the contents of the book. It looked like gibberish with the myriad of formualae strewn on every page. Nothing made sense, but pride welled in her heart that her husband had written all this.

"Have you written all of this?'

She asked innocently holding a page full of strange looking formulae.

He nodded with a smile. She widened her eyes in awe.

"Do you know what they mean?' She asked.

"Of course, I do,' He laughed out loud, "I wrote them. It is a proof for a problem.'

She nodded. Her husband was no human, she finally concluded. No human was capable of things like this.

She flicked through the book again, and kissed his name on every page it was printed on. She finally was at the dedication page. He had dedicated it to quite a few people.

"Those are my Professors...I always dedicate to them.'

She continued reading, he had dedicated it to his Maa and Baba and his brother, along with a YNV...she frowned. Who was that?

"That's my master's name.'

She nodded wanting to ask what his name was, but everything dissipated her mind as soon as her gaze fell on the letter C. Tears welled her eyes. He had made a special dedication to someone called C'. She lifted her gaze to him to find him shifting uncomfortably on his feet. Who was C? Was it someone he loved? Was it a girl? Questions burned on her tongue. Was it a coincidence he also had a C on his heart? She handed the book back to him, it was best she didn't ask him anything. She didn't want to know if it was one of his girlfriends. Advay sighed putting the book back on the top shelf of the cupboard. She continued assessing her area, there was a large floor lamp that towered over them, but gasped aloud in awe as soon as her gaze fell on the large cane chair hanging from the ceiling. What hadn't she noticed it before?

"Want to sit?'

She nodded in delight, while he helped her sit into the hanging chair. She giggled, it felt like she was lost in a world of her own. Advay gave the chair a twirl so it twirled around with her inside it. Chandini giggled, this was incredible. This had to be her favourite part of the house. Her own little hideaway, away from everyone, a place where she could drown herself in her books.

"Do you like it?' He leaned into the chair and nibbled softly on her mouth. Chandini sighed as soon as he deepened the kiss and kissed her with passion.

"We can both fit into it.' He said and slid beside her and grabbed her mouth for another passionate kiss. She folded her legs to her knees and leaned into his chest. This felt like a secret place of their own. A private space where only the two of them existed.

"This is beautiful,' Tears welled her eyes, she felt safe and warm, cocooned inside the chair, "thank you for this.'

He kissed her forehead.

"I might spend my days here.'

"Hmm.'

"Can I fill my shelf with my books?' She asked gazing at the empty shelf before her.

"Course you can.' He smiled gazing at her, "do you have a lot of books?'

"No ...hardly any, but it feels amazing to know I have a quiet reading corner of my own.'

"Why don't you have a lot of books if you love them so much?'

"Meghu brings me the books I need from her library,' She shrugged, "didn't have a need to purchase them.'

"Give me a list of the ones you want to read and I'll get them for you.'

She nodded leaning into his chest. Tears welled her eyes. He sounded like he cared for her, yet always reminded her of their short-term marriage, of how things would change once her training would start. There was someone called C, he had dedicated his books to, she reminded herself. But for now, he was her husband and she was the only C in his life. She sighed and nuzzled against his chest.

"Do you want to go down to the temple?'

"Can we stay here for some time,' She whispered, wiping the tears trickling down the corners of her eyes.

"Chadnini.'

"Hmm.'

"What's the matter?'

"It feels good here,' She laced her fingers into his, "feels safe... like no one exists but you and me.'

Advay wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

"Chandini.'

"Hmm.'

"I am not going to be with you forever,' She nodded, "don't fall in love with me. You will end up with nothing but heartbreak.'

She buried her head in his chest and sobbed softly. She had already fallen in love with him. That ship had long sailed. Now there was no hope for her. Her fate was sealed with him forever, but she was willing to take whatever he was willing to offer.

Advay held her tight in his embrace with his lips pressed against the parting in her hair. He had to ensure she never fell for him, so when the time came she would move on and never look back. But right now, he had her in his arms and they were lost in a world where no one else existed but the two of them. He rocked her softly in his arms.