The Unventured Passions

Tempered Tempest

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"Talk to me Bondita... If you don't talk to me, how am I to know what's going on inside that mind of yours?"
Anirudh was pacing restlessly inside the cosy hotel room at the Great Eastern, as Bondita sat on the freshly made bed, still in the wine-strained pink saree that she had worn to the court, her legs were hurled up to her chest, her eyes flowing relentlessly.

It had almost been an hour that they came out of the British Community Hall, and throughout the car journey, although they were seated together, Bondita didn't utter a single word.
It was only once when Anirudh had asked for the letters that Batuk had brought for him along with Raimoti's telegram, that Bondita had taken the entire bunch out from her bag, before handing it to him. But not once had she spared a glance at his face.

Even at the lobby of the hotel when Anirudh was busy checking in, Bondita hadn't uttered a word. No preferences, no specifications, and it was indeed unlikely of her characteristics to be this neutral.
Anirudh had tried to hold her hand too, while walking past the manager, with the keys in hand, and Bondita had promptly rejected his touch.

"You have to tell me Bondita... Please!!"
The yellow lamp was glowing inside the room, forming unearthly shadows on the wall, the white curtains drawn to sheath them from the outside overview, and Anirudh let out a restless plea, seeking her response. He was now infront of her, his eyes fixated on her teary orbs, and Bondita continued to sob silently.

"You... you always used to say that you can read my mind even before I myself could... could read it... Why? Then why not now?"
Bondita sobbed the words, without looking up at him, and the hurt was evident in her voice.

What's with her now? Suddenly?

"I thought you'd be happy tonight that I've won the case... But... Come on Shona... Tell me... Tell me why are you crying!"

Anirudh had sank down on his knees on the carpeted floor, as he held Bondita's joined feet and pleaded.
"Tell me Shona... This is killing me."

The restlessness was growing, even the closed ambience of the hotel room reeked of it, and the silence pierced them both, barring the sound of rhythmic sobs coming from Bondita's core, both weighing heavy with a couple of glasses of the red Reanish wine.

"Have I hurt you in anyway?" He pleaded again.

Bondita didn't respond, instead her sobs grew louder, her head heavier, and feeling the growing impatience inside him, Anirudh held her hands and pulled her closer, causing her to lean infront.

"Stop crying right away Bondita, or else I'll kiss you so hard that you won't be able to..."

"I won't be able to what Barrister Babu?"
Bondita blurted the words out, and Anirudh was taken a little aback by this abruptness, as he saw a fresh stream of tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.

"That you won't be able to cry anymore..."
Anirudh's words were a hush, as with a firm grip of his left hand, he pulled Bondita closer by her neck, before his mouth tried to capture her puffy lips for an intensified passionate kiss.

"Did you kiss her like this too?" Bondita however had turned her face aside, making his lips collide with her jawline, as her sharp words sliced his senses with a piercing abruptness.

"Kiss? Who?"
Anirudh pulled away at once and frowned.

"Candice?"

The words came out like a poisoned arrow, a slash of a sword, and Anirudh felt the cut in his heart.