One Shots | Channa Mereya

#4 | TS | Desires - Part (ii)

Recommendation: Read the part (i) before reading this. 

It had been thirty-five days. Yes, Aditya was counting. Thirty five days to the night when they had spoken about the attraction they felt for each other. Aditya knew, how close he was to sinning that night. 

Aditya Raj Singh had had his share of casual flings. He had known lust. But it had all been very logical and practical before. His body needed a release, he needed to feel that heightened pleasure an orgasm gave. It was plain human biology, sheer human need. He always preferred a partner who thought the same way. No strings attached whatsoever.

But with Ginni it was different. Everything was different.

Logic had been thrown out of the window long ago.

After that night, when they had subtly addressed their dilemma about the attraction, things had been a little different. They went about everything as usual. They fought, they found situations to disagree upon, they gave each other tit for tat where needed. But they drew a line at physical closeness.

Aditya had to make a conscious effort to not end up invading her personal space. Now that he was consciously aware, he realized that touch had somehow been a natural thing with Ginni. Holding her arm, having her hand in his or his hands on her waist, all those little actions were so damn inherit and normal for them that not doing it seemed abnormal.

He had come to another realization in all these days— he had accepted Ginni as his wife. It was natural to be beside her while performing rituals, or at the dinning table or when they went out to shop for groceries and vegetables. He didn't want to undo his marriage. He didn't want Giini to go back to being a stranger. 

He strangely felt at peace with her. Like she was a part of his life. Like it was always meant to be.

Ginni glanced at Aditya while she cleared the dining table. He seemed to be lost in thoughts. She wondered if he also thought about their marriage. It was a confusing zone. 

If Ginni were to be unapologetically honest, she missed him. She missed his touch. The Aditya she knew, wouldn't give a damn to her personal space, he would invade it like it was a right he was born with. There was a time when she hated that about him. She abhorred his ways.

But now... it was different.

She didn't know if her changed attitude towards him was because of the fact he was her husband or if the fact he was her husband had changed her attitude towards him. 

She liked him, in all raw earnestness. Very much. 

The rude man with seemingly no manners and an ego as inflated as a hot air balloon was actually a man with a good heart who had grown up in a disturbing environment and had shoved away his goodness in the depths of his heart. She saw the Aditya that not many would see.

She wondered if that was because he had let her see him, the real him. Was it his way of acceptance? Or was she seeing too much into nothing.

She spared him one last look and went back to the kitchen to wrap it up for the night.

She let out a sigh as she placed the used dishes in the sink. Maybe he didn't feel the same way for her. 

Another huff escaped her lips. She thought about that night. What would have happened if they hadn't paid attention to their thoughts? What if they had let their desires drive them? 

She closed her eyes and shook her head, reprimanded herself for thinking that way. But could she really help herself? Aditya was a handsome man and she liked him. Desires had to kick in at some point, especially given that her husband more than often paraded around the room shirtless.