For my eyes only

For my eyes only 

Sipping on a glass of whiskey at his chair (a customary drink before dinner). Rishabh couldn’t help but take notice Mrs Bajaj who looked quite the sight. She was  fluttering around the  kitchen in her  lavish saari in careful preparation for dinner with guests. 

Rishabh watched as his wife tucked in a strand of her saari at  her waist  to stop it getting caught oblivious that her practical hack had given her husband the perfect view of her waist.

She revealed a little more as she reached for a high shelf or moved to brush away bits hair behind her ear as she added finishing touches to the food.

Admiring everything about her  all the while staying as gentlemanly as one could was more easily said then done, certainly with a wife as beautiful as his.

Then came another moment where Prerna seemed to have stained her saari. Rishabh watched her frantically trying to  savour her outfit. Rushing to the sink to dab a wet cloth on her blouse. He watched her open  up two extra buttons of her blouse which drove Rishabh insane. He had to take his eyes away from her and so picked up his phone.

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It was time for dinner and so Prerna took away Mr Bajajs glass.

Rishabh eyes  looked up at her with a mix of all the little glances he’d been stealing of her for the past few minutes.

“Ab is vakt hame aise na dekheyey please (please don’t look at me that way now.. )

He looked towards her in question. 

“Nothing!  chale,  Gupta’s ate hein honge”  

Said Prerna not wanting to talk about what she made of his eyes. It was just a slip of tongue

“They’ve canceled” said Rishabh 

Prerna looked surprise, a little disappointment  and then came to a conclusion “Well we should eat” 

Rishabh continued to gaze at her in the way she didn’t want him to right now and chose tactfully to change the subject again. 

“Kya keh rahi thi aap Mrs Bajaj about my eyes ?”

“Of course nothing got past the the mighty Rishabh Bajaj 

“Kuch nahin” replied attempting to walk away only to be stopped

“You are not excused just yet” She heard him say.

Prerna turned back feeling Mr Bajajs hand around her wrist. Before she could  retaliate Rishabhs  eyes pointed out  the unfastened nature of Prernas blouse. The top few fastenings were  undone. 

“For my eyes only” she heard him say.

When Prerna realised there was a understandable fluster in her reaction.

“I’m sorry, doh bara nahin hoga. (It won’t happen again”) she said quicky having never been In a situation such as this. A little embarrassed  and unsure how Mr Bajaj had taken to her error she chose to avoid his eyes and leave at once to fix her attire.

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There was that look in  his eyes again, the look that he intended fulfil his appetite for for her. 

She watched him put his whisky glass down on dressing table and feel him sink into her neck. Here in the surroundings of their room she was ‘just’ his wife. No appearances to uphold no one to be mindful of.

“The guests didn’t cancel did they” Asked Prerna watching Mr Bajaj kissing the crux of her neck within the mirror reflection for as long as she could bare to.

Later feeling him turn her so he could once again unfasten her blouse, this time a little more than before. 

“I told them I was in no  mood to share my wife with anyone this evening” Confessed Rishabh kissing  Prernas lips.
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