Sin or Salvation?

V.

" I'm intoxicated with this man, my man, my Fifty Shades. "

-- E.L. James

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We made love with our eyes before our bodies touched, ..." he breathed hoarsely, after his brief yet genial greeting... while she distinctly felt a wave of lasciviousness cruise through her.

It was quite a reflex! " Oh ...the things he and this voice can do to me...!"

She simply couldn't prevent the obvious retort ... gradually straightening herself away from the pillar, her thighs suffering a prompt squeeze against each other in an attempt to seal the harsh heat between those two groins. Irrespective of all the subtle hormonal commotions brewing inside her womanhood, Anokhi's impenetrable gaze remained fixed to that of his.

In one swift motion, Shaurya hefted his classic thick-rimmed black glass, placing them where they belong while his other hand brushed through the hair, in a measured motion - setting them backwards. It was hardly a gesture aiming seduction, yet he mentally snickered at the reflexive response she doled out ... her fingers quickly stiffening their grip on the alternate arm. This avatar of his seemingly dewy-eyed wife; the one which is only for him to take pleasure in... threatens his social life most or so he fears. Her responsive avatar. Her response to his ...everything.

Anokhi felt her entire system become conscious of his deliberate progression towards her. He did not seem to be in a hurry, which was exactly why she knew how fierce and implacably hungry, his intentions were. Those eyes .... his beautiful black orbs bore through every square inch of her skin. Her unreasonably hot husband, half-naked with sweat smeared abs...the persistent husk of his voice and his black, broad-rimmed specs reminding her of, as his female students refer to him as "The Hotter than Hell" Professor Shaurya .... slithering towards her like a predator framing its prey, is undoubtedly the most tempting and perfect start to her weekend.

Yet, before anything else, it was that one emotion that suppressed all other knick-knacks of the brewing moment. The most superior of all. He resonates the same with all his being whenever she is around, and that moment was no exception. And like every other time, she basked in that absolute endearment. That glorious fervour is called Love.

The morning breeze that is known to be faint and dignified, seemed to have endured some kind of metamorphosis. It felt intense, unfairly mischievous for it might have just taken up the role-play of gasoline to the fire that chorded their body and soul. To worsen the situation, it was a burn their stupid hearts took pleasure in.

"...We made love with our souls before we ever reached the bed.", he completed, while taking another unhurried step towards her. You shouldn't have put on just the shirt, my love...you. Simply. Shouldn't have. Shaurya silently counted his blessings for being on the weekend. Not that it mattered ... SIAC and his chamber or his car with its seatbelt, had been his favourite venue for....well, many things.

Oh no Mr Sabherwal .... not this time, no. "The Bed.", Anokhi vented out. Shaurya's raised brows made her revise her posture to a straight and settled one, as she cleared her throat and stepped towards completing her sentence. After all, the discarding of her vexation and the reasons behind the same was temporarily done.

"The Bed, Mr . Sabherwal ...is exactly where you are supposed to be right now. Aur, tumhara woha na hona.. wajah hai mera yaha par aisi halat meh hone ka."