1985. The City of dreams. Red double decker buses, khali-peeli taxis, radios, Doordarshan, video cassettes and rotary dial phones.
DCP Amarnath arrives in Bombay with a mission, straight and clear: To tackle the notorious Crime Syndicates.
As the c...
But Amarnath looms over her on the bed and continues to gaze at her, his sparkling eyes like she is his priceless possession.
'Stop staring at me like that,' she flushes at his eager, hungry stare. His eyes travel along her the gentle curves of her body. He senses the familiar feel of peanut butter as he runs his shaky hand up and down her arm.
Amarnath looks into her eyes. 'I've imagined you like this,' he says, his pupils dilating.
Gauri's heart skips a beat. 'You've imagined me w-without clothes?'
'Yes ... so many times,' he admits, his eyes drifting away from her face again. He has imagined it a lot. He also imagined a lot more things. Things that are about to come true.
Her cheeks go red. 'And I wasn't wearing anything?'
'No,' he says hoarsely, still drinking in the sight of her quite shamelessly.
Gauri's heart bounces at his revelation, suddenly feeling explainably shy and exposed. Her eyelids close in anticipation. He bends and brings his lips to her skin.
Gauri's skin comes alive with goosebumps again as he plants soft kisses all over her neck, his hand running across her waist. Gauri shivers as his cold metal kada touches her waist. Her toes curl up and her anklets jingle as her legs brush against the bedspread. She arches her back lightly at the effect of his moustache against her skin.
'What else did you imagine?' she digs her fingers into his hair.
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Amarnath doesn't answer. His eyes travel up and down her luscious body, halting to look at her breasts, still covered in her bra. He looks at it rather helplessly.
'What?' she asks.
'How to remove this?'
'Try it,' she sits up, grinning.
Breathing hard, his hand moves to her back. He frowns in concentration. But the hook doesn't give up.
'Can you do it?' he asks. 'It is difficult.'
Gauri almost laughs. She unhooks the bra and pulls the straps down her shoulders.
'Close your eyes,' she says, holding the bra in its place by her hand. Amarnath closes his eyes.
'Arre, no!' she slaps her forehead. 'Open your eyes!'
He does, blinking.
'You're gonna close your eyes if I say so?' she demands.
'Yes?' he says, confused.
'God!' she huffs. 'Take it off.'
Amarnath looks at the bra, swallowing. He softly pulls it away from her body, exposing her breasts. He almost gasps; the very sight makes his skin burn with volcanic intensity. He bends over her as she lies down again, his heart pulsating at the sight of her chest heaving up and down.
