Sin or Salvation?

VI.

" There was a time when I could have been led astray. But that was before I found you. I would rather spend the rest of my life drinking your love than emptying all the oceans of the world."

                                -- Gabriel's Rapture,
                                     Sylvain Reynard.

Beauté avec des cerveaux... and she blames me for being the tart tycoon of mockery. Shaurya decided upon tightening his clasp over the leashes of his infamous cynical wit for he knew, the rival here is not just cohesive ... but also, his only Eden of Bliss and Satisfaction.

He knew the current happenings needed him to shut the hell up, bear with his sherni and bow down to her twisted methods of punishments. Else, his weekend might hopelessly tumble down the stake with a couple of other Anokhi-ish pegs of torture.

To her surprise, therefore, she watched her ever-susceptible Shaurya gently bite down his retort.

The neck of half his lip raised themselves, solely choosing to stay put. His glare, intensifying ... threatening to growl out loud any moment now. His rage was intense for sure. Yet, it was a result of the agonizing pain of desirous restraint that he had forced himself to endure. He could not help but snarl under his breath, "Workout be damned."

Anokhi had to gnaw onto her prompt giggles. She is accustomed to winning her games, but emerging victorious with Shaurya Sabherwal as the competition is as generously satisfying as it is to lick drops of refined Appletini off the man's erogenous, highly toned abs.

Umm... Is it? I definitely won't place bets on that one. Would rather put it in this way... he makes victory taste sweeter and the Appletini, more insanely exotic. Provided... You are not my competition this time PS. Not really. You are ON THE RACK this time, my sweetest felon. She is never famished of checking him out and then, was as good a time as any other.

Her confident, heated vision travelled their way up and down the baffling menhir of a man ... while his slightly raised brow and induced expressions, silently conveyed the message of "Are you done with checking me out Wifey?" to her. He felt his track-lowers positioned in the pre-ultimatum stage. Soon, the complaint about lack of space and need for freedom would get listed ...and, She is definitely not helping by devouring him in with her eyes, the way she did.

Administering the agitated fervour between her loins as she could, Anokhi slithered back to her Rack-Table.

"Now ... where were we. Ab aise mahol meh apne choti choti sawal o ka jawab dhoondne seh behtar kuch hohi nahi sakta. Haina?..."

Anokhi's fake-cluelessness immediately bought itself a suppressed growl. Do I have the option of disagreeing? Shaurya felt like sympathising with himself, something he had a strong distaste for.

"...workout solves your facet of being a fitness freak and having a private gymnasium ... solves what? The satisfaction of the ever-elitist Sabherwal's or was it simply, the humble 18th Birthday gift for Bade Papa and Badi Maa's dulhara? Their Shaurya Beta...."

Shaurya was right about it once when he had sanguinely asserted, "Waise toh Miss Bhalla ki zuban kato ke tarah hain, par aj phool de rahi hain."

That particular flower, the rose.. to be more specific, was not meant for him but was a mark of recognition for his actions which she had unknowingly credited someone else with. That recapitulation had the power to piss him off even then but that was not the point he intended to recover. It was the first part of his statement.

Ya, you just reminded me Mrs Shaurya Sabherwal that Miss Bhalla from Kapurthala is standing right here in front of me; just my white shirt attire must have forced slip that part out of my mind for a moment or two. Silly me! Iss zuban bhul pana.........