The Unventured Passions

Memories of first surrender

'Bondita take this glass of milk and drink at once', Anirudh had demanded lovingly.
'Once you have these medicines you will start chirping in the morning.'
He pinched her nose playfully in desparate attempts to reduce the intensity of the suppressed sensuous tension that had prevailed between the two since their encounter on the open terrace the night before. Bondita had almost touched him intimately, almost brushing her hands over his bulged manhood, inflated with desire and the proximity of her closeness. He had felt his body shiver, his soul quiver under her touch.
What was happening to him?
What was she doing to him?
Was it just her curiosity?
Or is there a possibility of...
Thousands of questions had cluttered his mind when Anirudh had seized Bondita's advances by grabbing her hand firmly.
And, it was at that moment when she had confessed her desires for him...
She, very innocently, had mentioned how his closeness, his thoughts, arouses deep sexual desires in her, drenching her body with the nectar of feminity. And, Anirudh had just stood there, helpless, confused and concerned, listening to her words.
It was he, who had preached her the way to self pleasure that night, while he practiced self restraint, binding his heart and mind together.
Bondita was his responsibility, a sweet cherished responsibility... But, what he had felt the night before was way more than that... It was the warmth of a lover's heart, it was the desire of a longing soul that Bondita's presence had ignited in him, and this new definition of their platonic relationship was scaring him to death.

'Here... Take this glass and swallow the tablets.'
He picked up a glass of water from the table and handed it to her.

Bondita looked up at his words, there was something unsaid in her eyes, an unspoken plea, that Anirudh had noticed, but had failed to read. With quivering hands she had taken the glass and took a sip to swallow the medicines.
But, it was then the mishap had happened. Her trembling hands had managed to spill water on her chest, drenching her saree enough to make her bare skin visible.
Her breasts weren't big, but they were big and firm enough to highlight her blooming feminity. Anirudh had gulped nervously at the sight. His eyes had unwilling trailed down to her covered breasts, now transparent under the cloth, as his senses were taken aback by the abruptness of the situation.
His heart had given away his restraints, making him acutely aware of the power of her presence in his life.
Her red puffy lips, her white creamy skin, the dewy water droplets on her shoulder, the outline of the light brown circle on her breast, her rugged breath, the darkness of the room, the flicking flame of the candle, the maddening weather outside... everything had conjured up an eccentric concoction together to defeat him against his better judgement that night.

Anirudh had gulped once again. Somehow fumbling with the comforter, as he gestured Bondita to slip inside in her bed.

'Now sleep tight my little Bondita, sweet dreams', he had hushed, his words sounding vague to his own ears. His Bondita wasn't little anymore and her alluring feminity had managed to raise a havoc in his heart.

'Won't you kiss me goodnight Barrister Babu?' Bondita had murmured making Anirudh smile nervously.
He had leaned forward, kissing her forehead gently, but only to realise that she is burning up!

'Bondita!! You're burning up... But, you just said you're feeling better.'

'I was... When you were looking at me... like that...'

Anirudh couldn't fathom an answer for the first few minutes... her words were a little difficult for his mind to register and comprehend. It was so easy for her to acknowledge and accept what he had been fighting so hard to subdue.

'Barrister Babu...' Bondita had called him, her trembling hands grabbing his right hand feebly. She brought his hand to her cheek and made him touch her flushed skin.
'How is the fever?'