Miracle Marriage

Chapter 33

 Bitterness

The unknowable distance between us disappeared after that day. I can now sense him from a distance, and also his thoughts, responses, wants, and meaning in the silence between his glances. It is as if I have become the doctor himself. I adore how warm and cosy this sensation is.

"Doctor, Hari, invited us to celebrate this Onam with his family. We should go," I said as I folded the clothes. He was shaving his black and white beard inside the bathroom.

"He is from a big family, right? I heard they were like royalty in old times," he said

"He said his grandmother was a royal descendant. He is like a noble," I replied. Hari's family is very conservative and traditional. They are a joint family and he is like the next heir of the household. Even though he needs me and Jessy to save him from the bullies in college, he is an amazing human being, just like the doctor.

"Sathya, I thought we were on the terms of you calling me my name when we are alone."

"What? No, how can I call you your name? I will not do it, I will do it in private moments," blushed I responded.

"Private moments? What do you mean? Are you saying that you will only call my name in bed? So, according to your words, if I wish to hear my name from your mouth I need to do it," he came out chuckling like a baby.

"What! Stop! That's not what I meant. What if somebody hears me? You are older than me and I cannot call you by name," I answered, hiding my face from him. He drew near to me and roughly squeezed me in his hands. His smooth, beardless chin is pushing against my neck. My body begins heating up as a result of his wet lips and warm breath, and I can also feel the same odd, whirling sensation in my belly. My body stops listening to me, and my legs quickly go numb. It's as if he cast a spell on me. My entire body is under his control, including my little furs, which only quiver in answer to his touch. My body welcomes his hands like they are part of mine and they surely know the weakest points. Our bodies merge when he embraces me in this way; it's as if I'm in an anatomy class; I can read the smallest movements of his organs; I'm drawn to it.

"Ahh~ Doctor, you have to leave early tomorrow," I said while he bussed and munched my neck and shoulder like that Dracula from movies.

"Sathya, Amma called me and told me several times that you didn't answer anything about the things she told you. What is it? Did she ask you to do something?" he questioned as we lay down on the bed, cuddling me.

"Hmm... nothing special, you know Amma, she is just eager to have grandkids."

"That talk again, huh!"

"Yes, I told her we are planning after my graduation, but she is impatient. I understand her feeling, she thinks she is very old and weak," I smiled.

"Do you want children?" he kissed my forehead and asked with a soft grin.

"Of course, I want kids," my answer was instant and quick - zero seconds to think.

"Then we should have an ambitious and energetic, courageous and beautiful girl just like you," he suggested

"Really? I want a boy that looks exactly like you. I heard from my aunt that boys love their mothers more," I remarked proudly.

"That's not true, of course as a son I do love my mother but I see my father as my hero, so I can say it's equal towards both," he was a bit sullen.

"I am not talking about the special case of the great doctor Balakrishna Chandrasekhar. I am talking about normal boys," I laughed and suddenly he kissed me.

"Then let's have many children so we can get so much love," he widely smiled, brightly.

"A dozen, is that enough?"

"Whoa! I guess we can start our own school," his laugh was very loud that filled our room. "My dear wife, then we need to work hard," he kneeled stripping his shirt with a malicious smile, seductive and enchanting. I bit my lower lips totally captivated, just the mere thought of our first time douses me. I opened my both hands wide and side-eyed him, giving him a dose of his own medicine. I opened my shirt buttons and unhooked my bra, showing off my grown bosoms, "Bala, come here," I said. He was so startled that his eyes nearly dropped out of their sockets. He closed his lips and eyes with his palm and glanced through the gap between his fingers with the same wicked grin he began to chew me, exactly like that night, we are doing it again. He wasn't kidding when he spoke about paradise, and I want to think that this is what it feels like. I can't get enough of this bliss. His warm delight fills me like a wonderful feast, and my body feels full; I want it again, and again, and again. The night is young, and so is our hunger to devour one other.

"Sathya, I want to see our daughter," he whispered in my ear, his tongue drawing its borders.

"Haa... Yes." This continued for many days, whenever our bodies touch each other, we can not help ourselves but touch each other and make love.

Days passed and today is Onam*. We visited Hari's home along with Jessy. It was big Tharavadu*. His joint family was very welcoming and nice. We arranged a big flower kolam* called pookalam*. We had sadhya* with his family and playing with his siblings and cousins. It was a wonderful experience. On the way back Jessy told me; "You know our Anatomy professor is undergoing some surgery so he is taking a long medical leave. Papa said a doctor named Jaleel Mohammed will be his substitute and he is an alumnus."

"Doctor Jaleel Mohammed? I remember him, he was my junior, a brilliant one. I heard he was working in America or somewhere in Uk," commented the doctor.

"Yes, him. He was in America. Papa said you know him Doctor sir," Jessy smiled

"Wow! He is younger than you," I said

"Yes, he is handsome too. I saw his photo," Jessy chuckled

"I am kind of glad, Professor Moorthy was too much to handle,"

"Yes, I get you, girl. Old geezer, can't even say Liver properly because of his missing front teeth,"

"Hahaha... I know right," I and Jessy started to laugh as the doctor listened to our conversation silently. However, I could feel a bit of bitterness inside him. What is it? I pondered.

Onam - A harvest festival celebrated in Kerala, India.

Tharavadu - is the Malayalam word for the ancestral home of aristocratic families in Kerala, which usually served as the common house for the joint family system practised in the state.

Kolam - Rangoli or a floor drawing made from coloured flour, is used for ornamental or ceremonial design during traditional Indian festivities.

Pookalam - an intricate and colourful arrangement of flowers laid on the floor. The tradition of decorating Pookalam is extremely popular in Kerala and is followed as a ritual in every household during ten-day-long Onam celebrations.

Sadhya - a banquet in Malayalam. Sadya is typically served as a traditional feast for Onam, the state festival of Kerala