The Weeping Stars

Causing a Rift

Indra cursed under his breath as he heaved the tied man into yet another tunnel. The five men in his team were sweating and swearing in varied tempo. Indra was sorely tempted to bury the men in the mud, but conscience stopped him. Leaving these men here would be to condemn them to sure death.

And there was Isha; cold, uncaring, and completely silent. She kept moving like a zombie. Stopping when they stopped,  moving when they moved. Fortunately, Indra was too tired to deal with it now. But the worry kept coming back, like the buzzing of a bee. 

Thankfully they were now at the edge of the tunnel that would take them back into the well. They decided to leave the men there, with some food and water. Hopefully the tunnel had enough air to keep the men alive for a few hours. By then, the rescue party can reach them.

The trek back to the top was tiresome. Only years of training enabled them to carry on. Isha was barely conscious. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably. She was also shivering. The early morning air was not helping at all.

By the time they reached the boats, she was burning up. Her limbs were aching, head ready to burst, eyes constantly watering. It was utmost relief when she collapsed in the tiny shell built In the middle of the boat. She could feel Indra getting in with her, pulling close the shabby curtains that transformed the shelter into a tiny room. 

To her great discomfort, he started undressing. He had already given his t-shirt to Isha, so all that remained to remove was his trousers. Off came the trouser, and Isha averted her eyes. The move did not go unnoticed by Indra. She had not looked at him properly even since they had met, and all he wanted was one loving glance, one look that would convince him that everything is all right. How could she turn away from him after what they had shared. She was his wife for God's sake!

He impatiently changed into his clothes.  It was then that he noticed Isha was shaking. He grabbed some fresh clothes and sat next to her.

'Get changed into something warm. Or you'll catch a cold.' He said in a low voice, mindful of the fact that there was just a thin veil separating them from the other men in the boat.

Isha stiffened away instantly. It was not possible to put more distance between them in that small space, but Indra could feel the rift between them stretching for miles. 

Indra finally lost his patience. He grabbed her shoulders and whipped her round to face him. 

'I have risked my life to get you out of there. It was the best I could do. And all I get from you is this?'

Isha's temper flared. What came out was pure hatred.

'Why did you? I was in there because of you. You hid me like a dirty secret, then left me to be raped by him. All this time you had never treated me like a girl ought to be treated. You treated me like your property.'

Indra hands tightened ominously. 

'You are my property. Everything that is yours belongs to me. He will get punished for touching what is mine. But don't think that changes anything. You belong to me.'

Isha couldn't believe it. Before she can utter a word, Indra's mouth was on hers. Deep and possessive. She could also feel his hands on her. Travelling down her body and whipping the t-shirt off her. Then followed her kurta and sodden bra. Before the early morning air could reach her skin, Indra drew her within his arms. His mouth was back on her again, this time nipping and sucking alternatively. Her resistance melted away. She never had much when it came to this man. She sinned in blissful pleasure, while he took off her clothes and wrapped her in a blanket.  He was whispering soft words, all the while drawing relaxing patterns In her back. The warmth and his arms soothes her gently until she feel asleep. And Indra held her like the most prized possession in the world.