The Unventured Passions

Forbidden Priorities (3)

Satya's gaze on her had become dark in an instance, as he pulled her down from the table top making her stand on the floor on her wobbling knees. She had held his neck instinctively, for support, and Satya moved his hands down and touched her left knee.
Raimoti trembled, and closed her eyes, savouring his touch on her thigh from above the thin wet petticoat, as the touch trailed upward from under the towel until it reached the tussled waistband of her soaked undergarment.

Raimoti swallowed hard, as she felt another round of renewed wetness flooding in between her legs. She clutched him tight and he tugged at the tied tussle at her waist, making the petticoat glide down her legs. Raimoti stepped out off the dampened heap slowly.

"Your turn..." She murmured, making Satya smirk again.

"You're a very brave woman." He had let go off her legs and had bent down, touching the back of her knees again, and scooping her up in his arms.

"Now, you'll sit quietly on the bed..."

"And you?" She murmured, her eyes were just a few inches away from his lips.

"I'm here... But, I need to fix something first. Give me a minute, will you?"

He had put her down on the soft bed as she rolled down to her side, leaving space for him invitingly.

"What would you fix? Is it my broken heart?" Her eyes were now following him across the room. She saw him pull out something from his bag and do something at the door, making soft hammering sounds.
"Are you breaking the door?" She chuckled, a sudden amusement had filled her heart.
"I want to break it too... And then run away..." She sighed, leaning her head back on the bed, "but I don't have a place to go... May be the easiest would be to die... But, everytime I try..."
Satya had latched the door tightly, before he turned around and walked back to her.

"And?"

Raimoti pouted her lips.
"I try but you always manage to bring me back... I hate you Daktar Babu, I so hate you..."

Satya was smiling. The word hate had never sounded this lovely before. He walked around the bed, picked up the torch and went near the grilled window.

One flicker would mean the mission is aborted... And, he is fine!

Raimoti saw with widened eyes as Satya turned the torch on and off once. Although it was subtle, but it had made her frown, even in an inebriated state.

"Whom did you just signal?"

Her sudden words had made him a little conscious.

"No one." He tried to smile, keeping the torch aside immediately.
"Your door is fixed Miss Mukherjee, no one would barge in again without your permission."

"And what if they break it again?"

"It's a German lock... They'll have to break the entire door... And still if they do, I'll fix it again."

"Really?" Her eyes were suddenly wide and dreamy.
"Why? Why would you do that for me? I don't even love you, Daktar Babu."

"It's not always give and take Miss Mukherjee... I'm not expecting your love either... You're a good woman, I like you... And, I believe this is my moral responsibility to see to your safety."

Raimoti was rolling her eyes at him, as he stood beside her bed, a little away from her reach.

"You just like me?

"Why? What were you expecting?" Satya smirked again.

Raimoti sighed.
"Who am I to expect!" She simply slid back on her bed, snuggling her pillow to her chest.
"It's very cold... I'll just sleep..."