The Weeping Stars

The Scars (Mature)

Author's Note: The following chapter has explicit sexual descriptions. Skip if that makes you uncomfortable. 

Isha was recovering well. Her fever had subsided, and there were no signs of infection. The only trouble was the faraway look in her eyes. She was absent-minded almost all the time. Ishaan would have been more happy to see her cry. Even after two weeks, Isha was not talking about the incident, showing very little interest in anything. They family has been hovering in the background, uncertain about how to deal with her.

Her family had arrived and were trying to get through to her, but she had not responded well to their approaches. That in-turn had soured their relation with Indra, who they blame for almost everything. And the man in question has made it a point to make everybody's life complete hell. He had ruthlessly taken control of Jitendra's business, sent Usha and her family packing to Delhi. He has gone a bit easy on Nitin, if a few bruises, can be counted as easy. He had at least retained his job, but Indra has arranged his transfer to another part of the state.

And in all this time, he had not visited Isha even once. He would come and watch her sleep every night, but he was no where to be seen when Isha was awake. Ishaan has finally had enough.

He walked into Indra's study.

'Your problems won't go away if you keep avoiding them you know'

'I agree. Which is why I am busy obliterating every problem that come in my way'

'What about Isha?'

'She is not a problem'

'She might become one if you keep avoiding her. Go talk to her. Can you not see how distant she has become. She is the shadow of her former self'

Indra paused in what he was doing. His worst fears were coming true. Isha was not recovering as fast as he had hoped. And he felt responsible, for every single scar she has, both in her mind and body. 

'She hates me' he said in a low voice.

Ishaan came a put an arm around his shoulder.

'She needs you, even if she hates you. You need to breach this chasm that has opened up in between you. Believe me, you have a better chance of healing her, more than any of us'

He paused an added, 

'I will keep everyone  away from her, so that you get some uninterrupted time with her'

Later that Night...

Indra entered his room and closed the door. He has never been so unsure of himself. He glanced at Isha to find her staring out of the window into the darkness outside. He walked into the bathroom for a shower. Once done, he went directly into bed. Isha felt his presence like a bolt of lightening. She just wanted to be left alone. She turned to look at him and the words dried in her throat. He was all gleaming perfection. Tiny drops of water were clinging to his skin like little diamonds. Sharp feature stood out in the soft light of the bedside light. She marvelled at how a male body could still fascinate her. She closed her eyes and focused on her resolve.

'I don't wish to share a bed with you' Isha told Indra in a flat voice.

Indra ignored her and switched off the lamp. Suddenly they were shrouded in darkness. Isha felt suffocated. Memories, like a torrent, came rushing down her consciousness.

'Put the light back on'she said in a panicked voice.

The room was once again filled with the soft glow of the lamp. 

Isha was struggling to breathe. The light restored a little of her equilibrium. She rounded on Indra.

'I said I do not wish to sleep with you.'

Indra's attention was focused on the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. He got up on one elbow and regarded her thoughtfully.

'You know, if you don't wear a bra at night, it might help with your breathing.'

In a flash his arms went around her and off came the bra. In the process, he had also taken off the front button of her nightie, exposing her breast to the night air. She was speechless for one moment, then all her anger came pouring out. She first slapped him, and then processed to punch and kick him. Each blow seemed to make her lighter. After some time, she doesn't know how long, she stopped. She felt drained. After a while she calmed down enough to take stock of the situation.

Somehow, she was straddling him, with both legs around his waist, while he was half-leaning back on the pillow.  His hands were drawing lazy patterns on her exposed thighs. Her nightdress had slipped from her shoulder, exposing the smooth slope of left breast. As she watched, Indra softly removed the rest of the cloth covering, so that her whole breast came into view. His movements were so slow, that Isha had enough time to move away. But she did not. A strange power kept her body on him, immobile and pliant. Indra was now tracing lazy patterns around her nipple. Occasionally he would brush his knuckles over the now erect nipple, but most of the times it was just lightest of touch. 

Isha was drowning. She could feel warmth spread from her lower stomach, into her whole body. Indra other hands was alternatively caressing her legs and very slowly round her waist, coming back to brush over her stomach. The feelings were so intense, that all Isha could do was tug at his wrists. Soon, she was guiding his hands to places she wanted them to be. 

Indra was being very careful. She was like a glass jar with cracks. One wrong move and she will shatter. So, he concentrated on making her feel, making her forget. His own desires took a back stage as he expertly aroused her to oblivion. 

They did not change their position. He did not want her to feel threatened. He wanted her on top of him, with all the power and all the control. Isha was kissing his fingertips now. So, he took the opportunity to examine her scars. The bruise on her ribs had healed. Some faint bite and scratch marks remained on her breast and underbelly, but were faint. But the deep bite mark around her right nipple was not healed.  So, he decided to leave that breast alone. Nothing he did today will remind her of that night. He will wipe away all scars with his touch.

Indra moved his other arm into her panties. Isha stilled. She was ashamed of how wet she was. But Indra did not give her any time to reconsider. One flick on her clit send her senses haywire. She leaned on the headboard to give him more access, and he took full advantage of the position. While his fingers played with her secret place, his mouth closed in on her nipple. Isha's whole body shuddered. Indra just moved her panties,softly picked her up and pushed himself in. Both started moving in an unlearned rhythm, mouths melding in unspoken need. Indra took infinite care to guide her up, up and when their pinnacle came, he was there to gather her crying face in his arms, to console and reassure her. She immediately fell into a deep sleep. This time, Indra vowed, when she wakes, he will be right there to remind her of what they had, and what they could have.