Thank you dear Lizzie for reminding me that I wanted to write this.
P.S. I also remember about my big story, the new part will come very soon)
Priya and rain, hmm, what's going on with my stubborn wife? Goodbye, rain. She admitted why it was, but did not give up the idea.
I am happy, but thoughts continue to torment me. Is she also feeling...
No, no, Ram, don't go that far, it's dangerous.
How do you force yourself to stop?
She wants to make it rain for me, she'll get it!
I'm very sloppy, it will do me good. Wet towels, God bless you!
I scattered them everywhere, where it was possible and impossible, even on her half of the bed, she would definitely explode! 1-2-3...
- Mr Kapoor!!!
Boom! It's good that some things in Priya are unchanged, Ram thought with a smile.
- Mr. Kapoor, you left a wet towel on my side of the bed!
- Priya, honestly, I didn't pay attention to
it's attention...
- That's how? Then I will not work "Taroon" alone, help me clean it up.
- I'll wipe the mirror, and you clean the bathroom, I also left something there.
- You will not have enough world stock of all the towels, no one will take them to India!
Priya entered the bathroom and I heard what I was waiting for:
- Mr. Kapoor, what are you doing here?!
Why do I like so much even the way she scolds me?
Ram, were you bitten by Captain Obvious? You love her!
Ram's self-talk carried him to the bathroom even faster.
As usual, Priya got into arguments, I turned on the shower and, along with the water, threw phrases to her from that evening in the rain, her face changed expressions every second, bewilderment shone in her eyes. I hope I didn't talk too much or she'll kill me!
Phew, it seems she didn't remember... Then what appeared in her eyes...?
Enough about it Ram, turn off the water, your Priya is right, it's bad to waste it.
I reach for the faucet and feel her fingers, she stopped me, she's ready.
I walk away, lean against the cold wall, inside I burn when I see how she gets under the shower and gets wet smoothly, her figure is outlined under her clothes, she interests me very much, but her eyes ...
They are even more interesting. A riddle appeared in them again, they burn with some new light, I see that she is playing with water, she took it like a real rain, for me, for the sake of my happiness.
Her smile is washed by the rain, her hands rise up, and I can’t breathe with delight, I bite my lips and admire, but she doesn’t let me stand aside for a long time and remember the last rain together.
Priya forcefully pulls my outstretched hand and says without a word: "What are you standing there, Ram? Come here, raise your eyes and get wet with me!"
In my mind, she has long been calling me only by my first name.
We find ourselves very close, literally in centimeters, we repeat what happened on the evening of my birthday, only the roles change, her hand serves as a support for my hand, memories cover me, mixing with the present, the admiration of this woman, the delight of intimacy. I look into her eyes and again I see something new, warm, calling to me.
We turn, I extend my hand in a gesture that says: "Kiss me."
I don’t understand where such a desire grew in me, apparently, it is love that haunts me. She wants Priya to love me too and accept me completely.
To my surprise, Priya took my hand and touched it with her lips, wet with water, so tender and caring. She looked up at me in a kiss, she looks so innocent and hot at the same time. Once again the past blends into the present like our intertwined hands.
Now I am absolutely sure that for me only she is capable of being like that, and no one else will recognize her in this state. All this is given to me. I bow to her for boundless trust.
I try to approach and kiss her lips, but she splashes me with water. Priya isn't ready yet, I'll wait and wait. Now it's enough for me to see her playing with water, I was a little surprised by her splashing gesture, but I understand her, we will go further with time, and today I see her playing with me and the rain is a huge thing. She made me the happiest.
She stopped, turned off the water, reminded me of the waste, I couldn't let her go like that. My hand pulled her. Priya was surprised and asked me what happened?
I could not help but thank her for her trust and closeness, I never received from anyone what she gives me.
A woman who always keeps her promise.
Love Friendship Dating and Relationships
Bindi
