Anurakti

68: Only for you

"Gentle!"
Sahaj almost yelled when Samidha absolutely crushed the clay for the tenth time.
She just wasn't able to give the vase the curve.

"I am being gentle!"
She cried out and looked up at him as he stared at her.

"No you are not. All you need is to just gently press the clay a little, keep the pressure and pull it up."
He explained and she pouted. It was tough.

He sighed and stood up from his seat across her and she looked up at him as he walked towards her seat.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you."
He mumbled and sat behind her, leaving merely an inch between them and gliding his hands through hers.

"Now, just feel."
He said and she nodded absent mindedly.

Centring the clay and then gradually pulling up with a consistent pattern, there was a nice structure in front of her.

But she didn't pay attention. It was a full moon that night and the moon looked prettier than ever.

She leaned back and closed eyes, feeling the wind blow over her face softly.

"S-s-sa-sami-samidha."
Sahaj whispered and she opened her eyes, unaffected.

"Yeah?"
She asked and leaned back even further, burying herself in his chest. The moon was probably healing her.

"N-nothing."
He whispered, not liking how she was not leaving any space between them. If she doesn't stop he might do something and he really doesn't wanna do anything again without her permission.

He took a deep, shaky breath and she sat up straight and turned around, facing him now.

"You did all this for me, right?"

"Yeah."

"Just for me?"

"Um hmm."

"Why?"

"To make you happy?"

He asked, knowing the answer very well. Samidha's lips tugged up in a smile and she stood up and leaned down.

Planting a small kiss on his cheek, she whispered in his ear.

"Thank you."

Sahaj looked at her with his eyes wide and mouth open. She was not even inches away, looking at him like that, like she was a fisher, wanting the fish to open its mouth and get caught.

He gulped. He wanted her. He leaned in towards her and she smiled seductively. Swiping her muddy finger along his bearded cheek she pushed his face to the side.

"Go wash up. I'll make you something to eat."

She whispered, giving him another small peck on his clean cheek and left, leaving him still looking at the grass, with his heart either skipping several beats or beating so fast that it could fuel a rocket.

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The door to her room creaked open and Sahaj peeped in.

"Samidha?"
He said trying to not wake her up yet wishing she would wake up.

"Samidha?"
He said a little louder this time.

"Yes?"

She sat up straight, rubbing her eyes.

"Come in. What happened?"
She said, and he entered the room and switched on the lights.

The moment his appearance settled in her brain, her sleep vanished. He wasn't wearing anything but a tank top and black sweatpants. He never wears that to sleep. He likes wearing a comfortable pair of kurta payjama. Maybe he had taken a fresh shower. There were drops of water on the back of his neck.