ENDEARMENT (ON HOLD)

Fondness

Opening her eyes, Bondita found herself compressed under her husband. His head laying flat on her breast sheathing them from the open air, his one arm under her neck while the other was firmly holding her midriff, his left leg on top of both her legs encompassing her. And when realizing the fact of them laying completely naked against each other, blush crept to her cheeks as a small smile appeared on her lips, a coyful one.

Looking down, she stared at her asleep husband. Her eyes seeing him inch by inch from the top, from his forehead to down below. Her face flushed, as she gaped him, "Mera Handsome, patibabu."

Raising her left hand as she slowly yet intimidatingly caressed his hair, and he began to cuddle her pressing his face on her abyss restraining to get off from the soothing warmth.

Still laying on her, lightly wriggled whispering on her bare skin, "sone do na Bondita, raat tho..." Hearing those half words from his husky voice, her insides tingled and was also tempting her.

She softly called him, "patibabu..." and tried again only to get more snuggled by him.

She finally uncoiled much against her will and found him pouting in sleep.

Giving a flying kiss, looked up, her eyes scrutinising for a trespasser, if any. Thankfully finding none, turned to see him sleeping in tranquil. Staring at his serene face, remained sitting pulling the sheet partially to cover her.

And he smiled in his asleep, imagining his little wife and her audacity. It was only in the last night he felt that his little Bondita was no more the one he raised with his hands but a fully grown up young woman looking more appealing while exhibiting her solidity to her love, her husband.

With his hands scratching the empty place beside him, Anirudh woke up with a frown, "Bondita...."

Not finding her, his face was grumpy. Unknown to her too, his whole night passed gaping her and her appealing hidden tressure, and while doing so, several times his insides had urged him to love her in the most desiring ways yet him being him restricted himself and was satisfied relishing her with his intense gaze on her, until he fell asleep.

His brows furrowed spoting her saree, soiled in mud. "Saree yehi hain toh Bondita kahan gayi, kaise gayi?"

Grabbing his cotton pants, wearing them quickly, walking out stopped, placing his elbows on the wall beside, and his other hand on his hip stood grounded seeing his beautiful wife planting the sapling.

He exhaled, sighing in relief.

He smiled bashfully, observing her, finding her wearing his kurta, an extremely oversized one. With the colour being light, the material was revealing her skin and with the wet mud being smeared on her pretty face, she appeared alluring.

He whispered, "Bondita..." smiling to himself.

She seemed so involved in her work that she failed to notice him and this made him envy her love towards the land, the soil of his own country.

Strolling towards her, knelt infront of her and began to throw the wet mud on the rooted sapling. She instantly looked up at him, "patibab..." her gazes downed out of shy and puzzled at her sudden blush, smiling "kyaa hua... Bondita?"

With himself not knowing the reason, was flushed seeing her cherry red face, " woh... aap uth tho gaye par..." sitting with his legs folded was listening to her keenly, "par?" downing her face more, "par aap... yese ..."

But before finishing was being pulled by him such that she landed on his crossed legs, on his lap exactly. Her eyes popped out, as she gasped and held his shoulders, "Aha.."