"Your mom is in the room right across the hall," Megha whispered, full of apprehension.
"She's asleep," Gaurav moaned, planting delicate kisses around her navel. Megha quivered a little as every touch sent a rush through her body.
Her vision blurred at the edges and Gaurav was all she could see. Or rather, all she wanted to see.
Lifting her top slowly, Gaurav experienced what Howard Carter must have felt unveiling the mysteries of the alluring Egypt.
The innocence of puppy love had been traded for desire. All he could think of now was to have her.
Every single bit. In every way imaginable.
And, if need be… against her will.
***
"I love you.”
"I love someone else…"
His apologetic voice echoed off the webby corners of Alia's mind as she took a long look at the deep, dreamy eyes staring back at her. That pretty face, perfectly in accord with the curvy contours of the body. She now noticed a glint of excitement in those eyes.
"Never been with a woman before?"
She shook her head. Alia cherished the thought of enticing the innocent thing into walking the murky borders of the id. As she pulled her close with urgent kisses, their bodies united in a single flash. She responded with the most delicate shivers and twists.
But gentleness was against Alia's taste. She intended to rouse the violent streaks masked by her calm countenance. She wanted to give her the most irresistible pains, along with anticipation, breathlessness and fervent cries. Until she felt like she was exorcising a demon out of the bark in her arms, it didn't really make sense.
It was only a matter of time before her desires were satiated. Spent and yet unwilling to lose contact, they lay with their limbs intertwined into patterns they could not fathom in the mysterious shadows cast by the colloidal moonlight, like they would for do for days to come.
Within seven days, she received his text message. The one she was waiting for.
“She broke up with me…”
***
Natasha was sure she saw longing in Mira's gaze. What hurt her was the way Nitin's eyes returned it. She always felt like the third wheel, despite being one half of the couple. It had started off as mere fun; Natasha didn't foresee such a drastic turn. She quickly hugged Nitin from behind. Catching the cue, Mira pulled away, took her place on the couch and lit a cigarette.
Nitin grabbed the bottle from the bedside stand and gulped down the water in a single breath. Natasha ran a finger down his bare back, along the spine, whispering, “It all ends today...”
“Sorry?” a clueless Nitin retorted.
"You think I don't notice it? The way your eyes light up when you caress her? I know EVERYTHING. Own up... you have been cheating on me..."
Nitin had started sweating profusely. His stomach turned and his head throbbed.
"I poisoned your water, Nitin. You will never have Mira, or she you!” Natasha proclaimed with hysterical laughter.
Shocked, confused and struggling to breathe, Nitin spoke:
“M-Mira? Who's Mira?"
Natasha pointed towards her culprit.
The last thing Nitin saw was an empty couch in the corner of their bedroom.
