Her Deceiver

CHAPTER - 2

The room lit up as the sunlight peeked in trough the gap of the window curtain litting up the room faintly. Her frail hand rested on his shoulder while his loaded hand winded her waist holding her close to himself in their sleep. Her fingers clenched like a jolt in her sleep as she slowly squirmed beside him with her face stuffed in his crook. Her eyes fluttered as she opened her eyes and he fall in her sight.

Her husband.

She peeked up trough her lashes to him as his jaw came into his view and a beautiful smile spread on her face as she lifted herself from their position and placed a kiss on his eye with her eyes closed. Her fingers gently ran trough his hairs and parted away from him. Giving a final kiss on his forehead she got off the bed fixing the blanket till her chest .

Turning away from him she turned to the window and swiped the curtains aside welcoming the light with her closed eyes. She took in the bliss she got from the warm sunlight and opened her eyes and looked out of their home . It is early morning as still there is fog in the air.

Giving him a last glance she went into the washroom and freshen up. Coming out she wore a red stiff saree, golden border with metallic gold patch design and blouse with a beautiful knot on her back. Leaving her hairs back she put a bindi on the forehead and then applied a pinch of vermilion on her partition. A significance that show her martial status with her husband. Apart from that, a culture to be followed my married women in hindu culture. A sensitive and a precious thing that every married women cherishes with a pinch of vermilion on their head. A feeling of life that is shared by her husband is shown in this small pinch of vermilion. The little joy that is celebrated everyday for a married women of her martial status...is this vermillion. Every women dreams for the day to have that pinch of vermilion on her when they marry to their man. The adoration of a married women face is fulfilled with this bright colour of vermilion. A very sacred thing to a women. Particularly a married women.

Looking at that vermilion on her head with adoration, love and possession she tear off her gaze and started getting ready for her office.

Done with her make up she glanced at the clock noting that he would wake up soon she went into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast for him and her.

She was done with the dough and not so long, two bulky arms snaked around her waist from back within the saree and bought her close to his large body. She smiled with the familiar feeling of arms and tilted her neck giving him access as he buried his face in her neck. He opened his mouth and took her skin into his and sucked it with a sound that made her butterflies dance wild in her stomach. His warm tongue projected out and licked the spot where he bit and she sucked a sharp breath with her closed eyes feeling every bit of pleasure on her skin. His hand held a lump of her skin at her waist region and kneaded with his hands and she bit her lips while her hands involuntarily grasped his hand in her hold as her head fall back on his shoulder her chest rising up and down in slow deep erotic breaths.

"Where do you think you are going....

He rasped in his manly voice as he took a soundful snif from her neck his face nuzzling with her skin.

"Hmm? Where do you think you are going with this.... red colour on you Adhira. Hmm? Red colour"?

He asked her as his hand took the material in his hand rubbing the stiff material between his fingers as he asked her if she really choose this colour in her full conscience. If she really dared to.