FLAMES: Of Revenge And Love

29. INSERT IT

Double update cheries.. Take it as an apology for being late. 🤓🤭

Aradhya's POV

I was late and I am never late. One of dad's friends had his retirement today and everyone was already there except me and my husband. The thing making me late was my saree, which refuses to be tied even after I've tried for an hour. It was a beautiful lavender coloured saree, the only problem was its fabric. I've never worn an organza before and now I know why I'll never wear it in the future.

And the most troubling thing was that I don't have any other that's ironed for me to wear.
" Is everything okay love? " I heard his voice for the umpteenth time now. He's been outside for an hour, still as patient as he was when I entered. Knowing I won't be getting anywhere if I keep up, I picked up the saree and moved out.

" Are you-" He stopped mid-sentence seeing the condition I was in. It wasn't that I looked a mess but just the fact that I was more undressed than I was dressed. My hair and makeup was in place along with my jewels, but just the saree in my hands rather than on me made things different. I knew that the sight before him was wrong in every manner and the clenching of his jaw just confirmed my thoughts. But I don't have any other option.

" Help me. " I said and the spell broke, he cleared his throat and took the saree from me, " Tell me what to do. "
" Hmm. Insert one end of it in my skirt. " The words sounded wrong even to my own ears, and I knew why when his fingers tucked the saree into my skirt with more force than necessary and in turn pulling me to him.

" Next love? " I don't know if it was my mind playing me but I felt that his voice was harder than before.
" Drape in once around me. " And he did so, slowly as if taking his time to wrap me completely.
" Now. " I held the saree and said, " Bring the other end and place it over my shoulder. " He placed the saree so that the correct length of my saree was falling behind.

" And? "
" Make the pleats. " He took the remaining length of the saree between my pallu and the length draped around me before making the pleats. He was so concentrated on them as if it was some big deal. He did it so gently as if afraid of messing it up. In no time he was done doing what took me an hour and still felt like an impossible task.

" Now? " He said looking at me, I knew he was aware of what to do next. There was no chance that he didn't know where these pleats went. He had pulled them enough times to know where they are fixed. But he waited for my answer, I knew he wouldn't do it until I said it, and that was dangerous territory. So I said something safe for both of us.

" I can do the rest. " I tried to take it from him but he pulled back, pulling me along. " Tell me. " He said with that stubborn tick to his jaw that told me I'm not getting away from this. I concede, I can't do anything when he looks at me like this. Like I'm his world and he would live his whole life just looking at me. I looked down before saying, " Insert them. "
" Where? " If I had any doubts before them I was sure now, he was doing it on purpose.

" In my skirt. " And he did it, slower than before and more boldly, his fingers grazing my body under my skirt and lingered there for longer than necessary, while poking my stomach for no apparent reason. He took out his hand as if he did nothing, I couldn't do anything other than glaring at him. I wasn't even sure if that was a glare, I can never muster any anger when he is concerned, it's like that emotion doesn't exist when it comes to him.

" Don't look at me with those eyes love. " He said while pulling me close to him, his hand on my waist.
" What eyes? " I asked, breathless. I never thought that a day would come when just the mere act of wearing a saree could do this to me.
" Those that say that they want me as much as I do. " He said, bringing our faces close to each other, our nose touching and I still couldn't find it in me to look away.