I was embarrassed to death when I wore my glasses. Abhishek's tee shirt and underwear were on the bed. Hoping Daadi hadn't noticed them I gathered them and hid them under the mattress in the name of doing the bed.
lol, i was blushing when reading this..
"Alright, bye Daadi, I will see you in three days. You will not worry about anything, just take rest and get fit to dance with me when I come back. We will dance to my new songs I am releasing" Abhishek hugged her.
"First touch my feet" Daadi demanded.
"Who gets this done forcefully Budhiya...as if you won't bless me if I don't do this", Abhishek bent and touched Daadi's feet.
love their bonding so much...
He sipped it and said "thanks Chashmish", in barely a whisper, I looked up and I could feel a blood rush all over my body.
Abhishek patted my cheek and left. I wanted to wish him the best, I wanted to say a lot more than that. I couldn't say a thing.
how i wish our abhi was this way... tads y i like him more than soap abhi...
I had worried about a hundred things in those few seconds.
I hadn't shaved my legs for a while, would that disgust him?
Was he in his mind, hadn't he sipped some alcohol?
Why was I not able to stop him? Did I even want to stop him?
What did this mean to him or me or to us? Was there an 'us' to begin with?
Did I want it?
her state of mind was well written tia
"Andar aaon?" (can I come in), he had barely whispered nibbling my ear, placing himself at my entrance.
What had he thought? Would I be able to say No? I questioned myself the same.
"Bolo na" (say it), he coaxed.
"Abhishek" I whispered against his lips as I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him. I didn't know if I moved my hips up to take him in or he slid in on my cue.
And when it had all cooled down, he had pulled the blanket on us, kissed my forehead, closed his eyes and settled his head by the crook of my neck.
I had run my fingers in his hair until I heard his calm and deep breathing, until sleep took over me.
loved this part. it was passionate...
When Bulbul and I went to college, my mother had always warned us of our bodies. She had told us how body could take over mind. How there can be a moment that overrides logic and reason between a man and a woman. She had wanted us to be safe, and be on our guards until the time came when we knew we won't regret it.
And here I had let my guards down. With a man whom I adored, but he was the man who was my namesake husband.
He wasn't my husband, he wasn't my lover.
I wasn't sure what he felt about me.
I wasn't sure if he needed me at all in his life.
Yet, I had shared the night with him, a night that completed me as a woman.
I didn't know if it was the need of bodies, or my lonely heart or just his moment of distress.
I did not regret it.
loved each and every word...
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