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Gauri, a young village girl holding firm views about morals a...
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Earnestness hits her hard as she pieces all the signs together. He hasn't accepted the new change in his life yet. He was still stuck on a past so dark that it stole whatever beauty his eyes held towards the world. Raghuveer used to be an open book, one she read so easily. But now, the same man was a mountain of barren land with boiling lava vibrating in his veins. She realized, at the end of the day, the blame for his ignorance fell on her shoulders.
So, standing outside the door of his study room past midnight, she contemplates her next move. Tying her hair in a messy bun and tightening the belt of a silky robe reaching her calves, she knocks on the door standing between them twice, hopeful he will let her in. A moment of silence passes before his hoarse voice reaches her ears. Her jaw clenched, immediately guessing his state. Half drunk on work and half drunk on alcohol, he was a messy cocktail of emotions. The gravel of his voice reveals the day's exhaustion.
He sounds fed up.
Taking a deep breath, she twists the golden knob and peeks inside. Only her eyes and rebellious hair strands visible.
The entire study was shrouded with darkness except for the light glow of a golden bulb placed on the large centre table in front of the man of her thoughts. Half of his face was masked with the same darkness, leaving only his lips and chest visible to her eyes. His veiny hands were holding a half-empty glass of alcohol and a pristine ink pen. He was in the middle of signing some documents.
"Why are you still awake?" The random question makes her shiver. She fully enters the room. Her fingers fidget behind her as she licks her lips in nervousness, looking for a proper answer. How to tell him that sleep is a far cry? The species she has now become wasn't blessed with that bliss. She was a lonely phantom cursed to stay awake for eternity. Quickly shoving the inner turmoil out of sight, she decided it was a waste of time to pretend that she was fine. But if she becomes what he was missing...
Her thoughts scared her for a second.
"I couldn't sleep because the bed was cold. The linen was too soft and so was the... mattress. The king-sized double bed with four posters is too big for me. The room is silent and calm. It lacks the warmth and liveliness. The colour of the walls seems dull. And the freshening sprays they use emits a scent so sour, that my heart, it rejects it..."
Raghuveer tensed in his seat and with bated breath he watched his wife crossing the room, slowly cutting the distance between them with each word. The way she walked and spoke, shook his heart dangerously. His nerves raised and his brain stopped functioning. How come it escaped him, the allure of her swaying hips? She was a seductress wearing the face of an angel. The scent that wafted off her flesh sends tingles to his loins. He inhaled deeply when she reached by his side and turned his chair, so he could face her properly.
His hands still holding the glass and pen.
Untying the knot of the robe and revealing the flimsy nightgown beneath, she elegantly settles herself on his lap. Her knees landed on either side of his waist and her hips adjusted on his thighs. Her cleavage shines in front of his eyes making him shudder deep in bones.
