BA SS: An Evening w/ Bharat & Aditi Last Prt PG 12 - Page 9

Part Three:

Aditi put the basket on the floor, by the bed. Aditi walked over to the wardrobe, opened the double doors and spotted several fully padded hangers. She presumed those were the hangers Karuna kept specifically for the embellished sari's. She took them down and laid them on end of the bed, just above where the basked sat on the floor. Aditi had all the sari's on the hangers and put away. She smoothed out the coverlet and took a look around to make sure nothing was out of place. Satisfied, she grabbed the basket, walked to the bedroom door, opened the door, stepped out and pulled the door closed. She walked to the hall closet, opened it, pushed the basket into the space below the last shelf and closed the door. She would take the basket back to the washroom in the morning. She went back down the hall to her own room. She wanted to take a long shower, the hot spray would feel good on her tight muscles. And maybe, relax her some too. She laughed softly, shaking her head at herself, as she opened the bedroom door. She knew that wasn't going to happen, no matter how long she stood under the spray. Just as she was about to close the door, Divya stopped her and slipped in. Her eyes widened as she surveyed the room. Everything was spotless and shining. She could tell Aditi had been ruthless in her cleaning. The flowers were primarily bursts of orange, with reds, whites, yellows and greens to accent the vivid color in their clear vases. It created a visual palette of warm, inviting colors in contrast to the cool, white walls. The candles surrounded the base of the vases and were placed in groups around the room. Their soft lambency would cast intriguing shadows. Which would glimmer and glow over the stark walls. Divya looked at Aditi, she knew she was waiting for her observations. "Aditi, I'm impressed. The room is so warm and inviting; very romantic. You have outdone yourself". Divya grinned and thought: to be a fly on the wall; just for those very few seconds. As Bharat, her strong, stoic bhaiyya, melts into a puddle when he sees his patni looking beautiful in all the candlelight. "Shukriya Divya. I just want it to be special for Bharat". "Don't worry Aditi. Bharat is going to be very touched when he sees everything you have done; just for him. Now you take your time and get ready. I'll tell everyone you are not going and why; when we meet to leave". As Divya left the room and closed the door, a pleased smile curved her mouth upwards. She was happy that she and Amar could help to make this evening happen for Bharat and Aditi.

Aditi decided to take Divya's advice. She finally felt like the next couple of hours were hers to spend getting ready. She was going to take her time and make every minute count. Aditi's sigh was wistful as she walked to the wardrobe; she pulled out the sari and the choli she had bought to go with it. Both were daring and revealing; she shivered at the thought of wearing them. She felt a surprising thrill of giddy adventurousness and nervy boldness. She wanted to feel sexy and seductive, alluring and enticing. She wanted to be bit bold, and audacious, and unpredictable. She wanted to be the one to drive Bharat to the edge of his control, and have him relinquish it to her; gladly. Aditi hands shook slightly as she reached in and brought out both garments. Aditi was glad she had thought to put both on hangers earlier; most of the wrinkles had fallen out. She pressed them to her chest for a moment, as if she could absorb some of the garments daring. Then she squared her shoulders, dipped into that courage Bharat had helped her find; and walked to the bath. She hung both on the back of the door. The steam from her shower should refresh them. She so wanted, just this once, to suddenly, be beautiful. She knew she wasn't, with her big eyes, that took over her face; wild, unruly auburn hair, that she had to tame into submission most days; and her too plumb mouth. It was no use wishing she was classically beautiful like Divya or tall and willowy like Chandra. She was just plain, simple Aditi. Short and curvy, shy and quiet, timid and unconfident. So how, could she ever have imagined, that a gorgeous, confident, strong, honorable Man such as Bharat Singh, would ever fall in love with her? Especially after he found out about her, about her life? Aditi was marveled everyday by the fact that he truly loved her. And, Bharat always made certain that she knew he loved her. But, it still stunned her, probably always would. Aditi hugged herself tightly for a moment. She didn't know what planets aligned to bring she and Bharat together, but she would be forever grateful; and humbled. Aditi unfolded her arms from her waist, turned to the shower, opened the door and turned on the taps. She adjusted the water until it was a very hot spray. She hoped it would relieve some of the muscle tightness and stiffness.

Aditi felt better once she had taken her shower. The hot spray had helped. She felt, well not exactly relaxed, but less stiff, at least. She was too nervous to be relaxed. Her tension and nervousness was jumbled together with excitement and anticipation. It made her feel as if all her nerve endings were standing on alert as her pulse jumped and her heart jittered. Aditi sat at the vanity table and looked at all the pots and potions; promises in a jar. Aditi's smile wavered a bit as she pushed and poked at them. They all promised to make her beautiful. The first promised to make her skin soft and luminous. The next her eyes smoky and sexy. Another her mouth inviting and irresistible. The last, a scent to lure and captivate. She hoped just this once, that all the promises would come true. She had done all the damage she could do with the potions and promises. She was studying her wet hair trying to decide what she wanted to do with it. She decided to wear it back. She was going to try to put it up in a sophisticated twist. Aditi was lifting and twisting her hair trying different looks before she dried her hair. She just started to towel dry her hair, when someone knocked on the door. Aditi froze for a moment, panicky that whoever was there, would wonder why she was painted and perfumed. Then she smacked her forehead softly as she rolled her eyes. She thought: they would think you were getting ready to go to dinner you ninny! Aditi put down the towel on the vanity stool, tightened the belt on her robe and went to open the door. Before she could round the bed, the person rapped on the door loudly; several times. The impatience of the person at the door was very evident. When Aditi opened the door slightly, her eyes widened involuntarily and she gulped visibly. She quickly put her body in the doorway to block the view into the room. Choti Maa was standing there looking very annoyed and irritated. All Aditi could think: what if she wants to come in? She would see how the room was decorated. Karuna would definitely want to know what was going on.

For a moment Aditi's mind went blank, then panic set in. Then an even more horrible thought jumped her, like a mugger in the dark. What if Choti Maa wanted to stay behind with her? Aditi rubbed her temple at the thought. She was already nervous about her plans for this evening. And now an annoyed, irritated Karuna was standing there; glowering at her. Aditi's stomach rolled, her face paled, she gulped in a deep breath. She really was starting to feel queasy. What if Divya hadn't been able to convince her? Karuna's face was marred by a nasty scowl. Her irritation increasing at Aditi's odd reaction to seeing her at the door. Her tone was hard and snappish as she asked "kya hua Aditi?". Aditi nervousness actually helped her for a change. Karuna barely glanced at Aditi; but she did look pale and ill. Aditi swallowed several times as her stomach roiled. She was seriously afraid she was going to throw up all over Karuna. She stuttered out "I, uh, I h-have a t-terrible h-headache Choti Maa. I'm very nauseous. I just want to rest for a while". Karuna could care less that Aditi was ill. She was just wanted to be certain that Aditi wasn't coming with them. And that she wouldn't show up later at the restaurant. Karuna looked and sounded bored, and very impatient, as she said "theek hai", and shrugged her shoulders. Aditi nodded, offering a wobbly smile. Karuna didn't bother to ask if Aditi needed anything. She didn't bother to offer any sympathy, a "feel better", or even a goodbye. She just turned abruptly away and left Aditi standing in the doorway. Karuna had a very satisfied smile spreading across her face as she walked to the stairs. She was always pleased when any opportunity presented itself to separate Bharat and Aditi. As she walked to the living room, she wiped the smile off her face and tried to look concerned. Everyone was ready to go, they were just waiting on Karuna. Who had insisted on checking on Aditi herself. Almost everyone was impressed that she was so concerned about her bahu. Divya and Aniket each looked at the other, raised a brow and rolled their eyes. They each knew differently. But, they also knew now was not the time to comment on her false concern for Aditi. Karuna returned and confirmed what Divya had already explained. Aditi was unwell and preferred to stay home and rest. Since there was no reason to wait any longer, they left the house, got in the waiting cars and headed for the restaurant.

Aditi quietly closed the door once she was certain Karuna had gone. She took a deep breath, then another. She was trying to calm her nerves; and her stomach. She walked back to the vanity, her hands a bit shaky in the pockets of her robe. Aditi picked the towel and flopped on the vanity stool, expelling an anxious sigh. She stared at herself, but she didn't see what others would, had they been looking in the mirror. She didn't see how the soft greys and browns she blended over her eyelids made her eyes look smoky and sexy; mysterious and alluring. How the kohl she added gave her eyes an exotic tilt. She didn't see that little bit of mascara had made her lashes long and thick; fanning out when she closed her eyes. She didn't see how the subtle color she glossed her mouth with accented the curvy, full lines of soft, moist, tempting lips. Aditi closed her eyes, she needed a minute to compose herself. She tilted her head back, inhaled through her nose and expelled the breath out of her mouth. She did this several times as she gathered herself. When Aditi opened her eyes, but she didn't see how beautiful she looked. The first thing she saw was her vexing hair. She sighed, scrunching up her nose at her reflection in the mirror. She decided to blow dry it smooth for the moment. Once she got dressed she would use the curling iron on the tendrils at her temples and to curl the ends of her hair. After Aditi finished with her hair, even she had to admit, it looked pretty. The blow dry had left her thick hair lush and smooth. Plus, it looked healthy and shiny. And felt very soft and silky. Aditi picked up the small gold vessel that held her sindoor. She carefully applied it to her maang. The vermillion was rich and striking against the fiery glow of her auburn hair. She pulled her hair back into a loose barrette. She needed to get downstairs to finish the food preparations. Aditi was pleasantly surprised how easily and quickly she had everything prepared. It took several trips to get everything she needed upstairs. By the time the table was set up, the food placed in warming dishes and the dips arranged, the room was filled with delicious aromas. Aditi put a hand on her hip, as she said saucily "well, they do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach", she winked and grinned happily at herself. As the adage lingered in her mind, a bold thought hit her. She smiled mischievously and a naughty twinkle gleamed in her eyes. Then she put her hands to her cheeks, which had grown hot with her heady thought.

Aditi gave herself a pep talk as she walked around the room and lit all the candles; unscented, of course. "You can do this Aditi. It's time for you to show Bharat exactly what, and how much, he means to you". Excitement was coiling around her nerve ends. She found herself closing her eyes, taking in slow shallow breaths as her fingers curled. She pressed her nails into her palms, trying to calm herself. Small crescents marked the flesh when she opened them. She told herself to keep focused on Bharat, on his face, his skin, his body; his love. She wanted to show him how his love had helped her believe in herself. She was becoming stronger, slowly more confident, with his support and caring. And with his love, he had changed her as a woman. He made her feel beautiful, desirable, sensuous and seductive. She needed to show him how his love let her emerge and grow. To be secure in expressing her love for him. This time Aditi wanted to be the one in control. She wanted to be the one to tempt and tease, seduce and entice, shake and shatter him to the core; with her touch, her mouth, her body. She wanted to shower Bharat with her love. She needed him to know the depths of her love for him. She wanted him to see, to know her heart. Open, naked, completely transparent to him, that every beat was his, for him; only him. Aditi took a deep calming breath, walked to the bedroom door, pressed her back to it and surveyed the room. When her eyes passed over the table by the window, she realized she had forgotten to set up the music. She went to CD holder beside the table and selected Asha Bhosale's latest. She pressed the button to open the CD tray, dropped in the disc and pushed it back in. As soon as she heard Bharat coming down the hall, she would hit play. Aditi was finally satisfied she had done everything she could to make the atmosphere, and the room, as warm and welcoming; inviting and romantic, as possible. Now it was time to do the same with herself. She walked to the vanity and plugged in her curling iron. When she walked into the bath, she closed the door. She took the choli off the hanger on the hook, on the back of the door. Aditi slipped off her robe and slipped on the choli. It was made from the same luxurious silk as the sari. It was the same soft orange color as well. A band of orange, peridot and amber crystals in a vine pattern were sown along the edge and rested at the top of her ribs. The neckline was a wide semi-heart shape. It highlighted her neck and revealed her collar bones. It ended in a point at the valley of her cleavage. The same crystals dotted the pleated shoulder straps. The back was curved and revealed her shoulder blades. It connected in the middle with two, hidden hooks. The sari wrapped low on Aditi's hips, similar to the skirt of a lehngha; her navel was bared. The soft orange color should have clashed with her hair, but it didn't. It seemed to add a deeper dimension to the vibrant auburn fire of her hair instead. The pallu was completely sheer with a thin band along the edge. The band was sown with the same crystals as the choli, only much smaller, followed the matching vine design. The pallu itself was strewn with minute starbursts of gold. Aditi finished adjusting and draping the pallu. Then she studied her reflection in the mirror; she felt like she was staring at a stranger. Her eyes were luminous and sultry; almost mysteriously secretive. Her mouth was dewy and inviting in it's voluptuous innocence. Her skin was lustrous and radiant under the soft, sheer material of the pallu. Her navel peeked, like a naughty sprite, from behind the draped pleats of the pallu, when she moved her hips. Just this once, when she needed to feel it the most; Aditi finally felt very beautiful.

Aditi almost glided to the vanity, she was so thrilled. She picked the curling iron, carefully selected various tendrils and strands of hair and let the curling iron work it's magic. Aditi sectioned her hair and curled the ends. She gently ran her fingers through her hair to blend the curls. When she was finished, her hair had a tussled, sexy look. She searched through all of her jewelry. She wanted something simple to compliment the sari, not compete with it. She chose long, gold and emerald drop earrings, with thin, interlocking links. They swung just above her shoulders. Her necklace was a long, thin, lariat slide, with a small emerald at the end; it dipped down between her cleavage. She pressed a small gold starburst bindi between her brows. The last piece of jewelry Aditi put on was two, thin, double stranded, gold anklets; with dozens of tiny bells attached. Aditi picked up her perfume, withdrew the glass wand. With a very, very delicate touch of the wand, she reapplied the scent behind her ears, along her wrists, into the curve of her cleavage, the inside of her elbows and behind her knees. Bharat would only notice the sensuous, spicy, exotic scent, if he was very close to her. Aditi almost jumped out of her skin when her cell phone rang. She pressed a hand to her chest as her heart galloped like a runaway horse. With the house being completely empty, except for herself, the ring was like sonic boom in the quiet bedroom. Aditi put the perfume wand back in the bottle and put it on the vanity. She picked up the phone off the vanity, with shaking hands, and answered hesitantly, with a soft "h-ell-o?". "Aditi, it's Divya. I wanted to let you know, Bharat has already left the office. He should be home in a few minutes". At Divya's words, Aditi's heart flip-flopped, her skin prickled with chills and her mouth went dry. Aditi could only nod, she was, momentarily, unable to speak. Until she heard Divya say "Aditi?", in a questioning tone. She swallowed several times and finally managed a very squeaky "shukriya bhabhi". When the call ended, Aditi started to put her phone down on the vanity. She stopped, looked at the phone, and in a decisive motion, turned it off. She pulled open the middle drawer of the vanity and dropped the phone in. She closed the drawer with a snap. There were not going to be any interruptions, not tonight; thinking of Bhumika's untimely call this morning. As Divya ended the call, she smiled, it was a mix of sympathy and a wee bit of wicked glee. It was clear that Aditi was a bundle of nerves at being informed her pati was on his way. And her unsuspecting bhaiyya had no idea what he was in for when he arrived home to his patni.

Bharat rushed from the car to the house. All the way home his worry had increased thinking of Aditi, home alone. He had not been able to reach her as he drove home. For some reason her cell phone was off; it kept going straight to voicemail. Bharat unlocked the front door, opened it, called out "Aditi, sweetheart?, It's just me". Bharat didn't want to frighten her, if she heard the door. When there was no answer, Bharat realized that Aditi was probably upstairs, in bed. He shrugged off his jacket as he took the stairs two at a time. He transferred his briefcase to his other hand, finished slipping off the jacket, and hooked it on the end of his crooked finger. When he reached the top of the stairs he practically ran down the hallway. He was that anxious to check on Aditi. Bharat was obviously distracted by his worry as he stopped for a second before opening the door. But, he was conscious, as well, of being tired, it had been a long, busy day. He was starving too. Bharat reached for the doorknob, opened the door and quietly said "Aditi, sweetheart are you ... and stopped. As he opened the door fully, he just stood in the open doorway; suddenly very puzzled and confused. The room was aglow with the shimmery light of dozens of candles. There were flowers too, their scent very subtle and mingling with wonderful, savory aromas. Bharat could just make out the table by the settee, but not what was on it. But whatever it was, it smelled absolutely delicious. His empty stomach rumbled loudly, in the silence of the room. It was a rumble of sincere and greedy appreciation. He put a hand to his stomach at the sound, hoping Aditi hadn't heard it. If she heard it, she would know immediately that he hadn't taken time to eat; she would be upset. Finally, Bharat snapped back to the reason he was home and turned his head towards the bed. Bharat sighed, the bed was almost more inviting than the thought of the food. He expected to find Aditi curled up in it; but she wasn't there. His confusion mounted, where could she be, he wondered. Just as he turned towards the door, he heard Aditi's soft voice sigh his name, "Bharat".

Bharat turned towards the window and saw Aditi framed in the moonlight, virtually glowing in the candlelight. As Bharat just stared, almost dumbfounded in wonderment, his jacket and briefcase fell from his limp hands, to the floor. Bharat stared like a man who was sure he was seeing an illusion. A wondrous, enchanting, mystical, amazingly beautiful creature standing before him had to be an illusion. His mind and his eyes were completely disbelieving. Just this once he could be forgiven, when his brain and his eyes said that could not be his shy, lovely Aditi. Bharat shook his head, closed his eyes, and very slowly opened them eyes once again. She was still there. A soft, warm, loving smile curved her tantalizing mouth. Her eyes were luminous, dark jewels, filled with a bashful hesitancy. Once again, softly, quietly, she said his name. But, this time with a question attached "Bharat?". Bharat felt like that sledgehammer from this morning, had returned. Only this time, the blow wasn't painful, it was magical. His heart was tripping over itself, trying to explode from his chest. He knew his mouth hung open, his jaw nearly unhinged; yet he couldn't find the wherewithal to close it. A sheen of moisture dampened his brow. His stomach felt like it was riding a runaway roller coaster of desire, and lust, and love. His hands were shaking and his legs weren't quite unsteady. He felt hot, and clammy, and almost dizzy, as his body tautened and hardened in excitement and arousal. He took a slow, hesitant step towards Aditi. He was terrified she would disappear, if he made any sudden movements. Aditi would have been in total denial if she knew what Bharat saw when he looked at his patni. An enchanting, wondrous, impossibly beautiful woman. With luminous, expressive, sultry, dark chocolate eyes. Bashful, angelic eyes that reflected her warm, gentle, loving nature. A temptress with long, thick, soft, satiny auburn hair; that was a fiery halo around her face. Burnished silk that seduced a man, made him want plead to bury his hands deep. Glowing like the finest polished mahogany in the candlelight. A delicate woman, small and curvy, delicious in her shy innocence. A captivating woman, alluring in her elegant grace and artless sensuality. A beguiling woman with a mouth that enticed a man with just a soft, shy smile. A bewitching woman who was at once demure and flirtatious; enchanting and provocative, innocent and seductive.

There was only one thought pounding through Bharat's primitive, male brain. This temptress, witch, siren, amazing, dazzling creature belonged to him; she was his. Bharat continued to walk slowly towards Aditi with one purpose, to claim this beautiful woman; his patni. His onyx gaze was completely focused on Aditi, eyes glittering with possessive intent. There was no doubt of his intense need as he strode slowly to Aditi. Aditi shivered, she could actually feel the intensity and need vibrating around him. As he, essentially, stalked her. Bharat's dark, fierce, gleaming eyes never wavered from Aditi's wide, shy, cautious ones. His body was fluid in it's stride, his muscles bunched, his fingers clenched into his palms, his breathing was rapid, but steady. Aditi's heartbeat and pulse had accelerated as Bharat started towards her. Now they both raced in a jumbled mix of exhilaration and panic, the closer he got to her. Her female instinct was telling her to run, danger was approaching. Yet there was a disconnect between her brain, her limbs and her feet; the frantic warnings were ignored. Bharat stopped in front of Aditi, his hands clenched at his sides. He took a deep steadying breath; so did Aditi. She was the first to break the silence, and again, with just his name. She said it very softly, pretty near a whisper, "Bharat". She was almost afraid she would provoke him in some way, if she spoke in a normal tone. Bharat unclenched his hands, reached out and dragged Aditi to him in one swift motion. She offered no resistance when her supple, vulnerable body collided with his strong, solid frame. No matter how intense and dangerous Bharat may have seemed, Aditi knew he could never hurt her. His groan was low, indistinct, harsh, when their bodies met. He shuddered hard as Aditi trembled, with the contact. Bharat held her tightly, his face buried in her neck. Aditi clung to him just as tightly, as he exhaled roughly against her neck. Aditi laid her cheek on his chest, she could feel the staccato beat of his heart.

As Bharat's heartbeat evened out to a more normal beat, Aditi lifted her cheek from his chest. She tried to lean back to see Bharat's face. But, he refused to loosen his tight hold on her. So she laid her cheek back on his chest with a contented sigh. Then in a bashful, muffled voice, that was peppered with nervous humor, she said "surprise!". Bharat kept his arms securely, tightly wrapped around Aditi. He snuffled his nose into her hair while his mind and body calmed. Finally, he loosened his hold, put his hand under her chin and lifted her face to his. His eyes were still gleaming, but now a puzzled look could be seen, as well, when he said "surprise?". Aditi nodded, started to explain, and stopped when Bharat put his forehead to hers. "So, you aren't ill, I take it?". Aditi shook her head and said "nahi Bharat, main theek hoon". Bharat pulled back to arms length, looked around the room, then stepped back away from Aditi. "Mind explaining what is going on meri patni?" Aditi blushed rosily, "I, ummm, I wanted to surprise you with an evening of ..., and stopped. Suddenly, Aditi was too embarrassed and too shy to explain; she lowered her head. Bharat took her chin in his hand, lifted it to his, once again. He smiled gently as he said "an evening of ... what, Aditi?". Aditi took a deep breath, and since she couldn't lower her face, she closed her eyes. In a rush she said "pampering" and blushed a deep scarlet, and buried her face in his shirt. Bharat wasn't sure he heard her correctly for a second. He looked around the room at all the candles and flowers; he could smell the savory aromas of the food and he was bowled over. Bharat was completely charmed and touched that his wonderful patni would go to so much trouble; just to surprise him. In a very pleased voice he asked "you did all of this just for me Aditi?". Aditi shook her head yes, shyly. She still hadn't been able to look Bharat in the face yet. Bharat laid his cheek gently on the top of Aditi's her head and hugged her tightly. Bharat was having difficulty swallowing, his throat was tight and his eyes moist with tears. Emotion clogged his throat, making his voice hoarse, as Bharat very quietly said "thank you my Aditi. No one has ever gone to so much trouble, just for me". At the sound of all the emotion in Bharat's voice, Aditi slowly lifted her head to, finally, look at him. She could see the love and tears in his eyes. Aditi raised her hands to Bharat's cheeks, and with tears in her eyes, softly said "who else, but you, my wonderful, loving pati, would I ever want to please so much?"

Bharat lowered his head and gently, lovingly kissed his beautiful patni. Aditi stood on tip toe so that she could slide her arms around Bharat's neck and return his kiss. They kissed softly, gently, lovingly, until they both had to stop and just breathe. Bharat held Aditi against him savoring both her warmth against him, and the love he could feel pouring out of her, for him. He brushed the tears from Aditi's cheeks with his thumbs. Hoping to lighten the mood just a bit, Bharat grinned at Aditi. He teasing said "so, why don't you tell what all this, err, pampering involves". Roses of soft pink bloomed in Aditi's cheeks as she haltingly tried to explain. "Oh well, ummm, I just thought since you have been working so hard lately. That ummm. That you would enjoy an evening of being taken care of, catered to". Bharat's grin turned a bit wolfish as he looked at Aditi. "So you are going to ... take care of me ... this evening ... hmmm?" The pink in Aditi's cheeks deepened at the implied innuendo in Bharat's voice. But, she summoned some of that boldness she had felt earlier and she shook her head yes. Aditi stepped out of Bharat's arms, took his hand and in a saucy tone, with a voice that trembled ever so slightly said "come with me meri Raja. It is your time to relax and enjoy". Bharat was more than happy to be taken by the hand and led wherever this enchanting pari (angel) wanted him to go. Aditi indicated that Bharat should sit on the settee. Now, lets make you comfortable, shall we?". Bharat, not taking his eyes off Aditi, shook his head yes. He was more than a bit curious as to what "making him comfortable" entailed. Aditi took a deep breath, trying to overcome her natural shyness and sat down on Bharat's lap. Bharat was surprised, but quite pleased, by Aditi's boldness. When he would have put his arms around her, Aditi stopped him. "First meri Raja there is a condition". Bharat raised a brow, willing to play along "a condition, really. And what, pray tell, exactly would that be, my tempting little ladki?". Aditi laughed softly, happy that Bharat was getting into the spirit of things. "You meri Raja, must promise, not to touch me". Bharat just barely stopped his mouth from falling open in shock. He cleared his throat, attempted to speak, couldn't, swallowed to wet his dry throat and tried again. "What do you mean, I can't touch you?", he asked with a touch of bewilderment. Aditi grinned slowly, a bit of a sly look stealing over her face. "Just that, she shrugged, you can't touch me. Not until I say so. It's a very simple request".

Bharat barked out a laugh of complete incredulity. He could not believe that Aditi expected him not to want, need to, touch her. Bharat started to try to convince Aditi how, ridiculous, and absolutely impossible, it would be. "Aditi, you have to be joking. I don't understand. You can't possibly think I can keep myself from, from touching you. All evening? Can you!?". Aditi shook her head yes, a beatific smile curving her lips. "Well, I don't really think it will be, the entire evening, meri Raja, came her sassy reply. It's only just until I say you can. See, it's very easy to understand", Aditi said slowly, as if Bharat would not be able to comprehend. Bharat shook his, because actually, he was having difficulty comprehending. He obviously wasn't thrilled about his patni's condition. But, he was sure he could change her mind. Bharat tried everything he could think of to make Aditi see reason. But surprisingly, she remained adamant. Finally, Bharat agreed, he had to; Aditi simply wouldn't budge. Aditi was stubbornly steadfast in his agreeing to her one condition. Bharat had to admit, he had no idea Aditi could be so very, very stubborn. Pleased that Bharat finally agreed, Aditi leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Bharat's lips. Instinctively, he raised his arms to slide them around her. She caught them, pushed them back down to Bharat's sides, wagged a finger at him and said "ahaha, you promised". "Now, shall we get started in relaxing you?" Bharat did not find that remotely funny or possible. Exactly how was he supposed to relax with his wife sitting on his lap? Especially when she looked amazingly tantalizing and oh so very tempting? Bharat crossed his arms, he pouted and huffed, but Aditi chose to just ignore that. "So meri Raja, would you like to tell me about your day", Aditi said very matter of fact, as she reached up to loosen the knot in Bharat's tie. Bharat expelled a long, resigned sigh and started to tell Aditi about his day. As Bharat talked, Aditi untied the knot in his tie and slipped it off. She reached up again, this time to unbuttoned his collar. Then she started to unbutton his shirt. She stopped at his belt buckle.

Bharat stopped talking, distracted by Aditi's hands unbuttoning his shirt. Aditi smiled and said softly, "don't stop. I'm listening". When Aditi started to get up from Bharat's lap, he almost stopped her. But, just in time, he caught himself. He clenched his fingers tightly into his palms, as Aditi stood up. She quietly said "go on Bharat" and walked into the bath; her hips swaying. Bharat was too mesmerized by her swaying hips to remember what he had been saying. His gaze was riveted on her retreating figure. He admired the gentle sway of her hips and the slender line of her back. Which he realized he had very clear view of because of the sheer dupatta and the brief choli. Bharat was surprised to hear the sound of running water. He kept his eyes locked on doorway of the bath. He enjoyed the view of Aditi as she back toward him, as much as he had when she walked away. Bharat realized he could hear a faint tinkling sound as she walked. He had been way too pre-occupied earlier, to have heard it before. He smiled and leaned back, thinking his Aditi has planned quite a few surprises for him apparently. When Aditi returned she was holding a hand towel, a bath towel and what looked liked two wet, folded washcloths. She took her place on Bharat's lap once again. She placed the towels in her lap and picked up one of the folded washcloths; it was wet. She opened it fully and, draped it over her hand. She raised her covered hand to Bharat and very gently wiped the cloth over his face. Bharat sighed as Aditi passed the warm cloth softly over his cheeks, then very gently over his closed eyes, and smoothly across his forehead. She lowered the cloth from his face to his neck. She passed the washcloth around the back of his neck, massaging it as she did. Then she passed it over and down his throat. Bharat laid his head onto the back of the settee, a small shudder of contentment shaking him. Aditi stopped, and asked softly, "cold?". Bharat just shook his head no, as if speaking was too much effort. Aditi flipped the cloth over, making sure it was still warm and pressed the cloth to Bharat's chest. He stiffened for a moment as he felt Aditi's soft touch with the cloth. She gently slid the cloth over his chest.

But, as Aditi slid it over his stomach, Bharat hissed in surprise. Aditi's smile had a bit of a feline edge to it at Bharat's reaction, but she didn't say anything. When Bharat raised his head to look at her, he saw the smile, she didn't bother to hide it. He stared at Aditi for a moment, as if deciding something, then laid his head back again. Aditi just continued to run the cloth over his stomach and back up over his chest. When Bharat shivered, Aditi pulled the cloth away from his skin. She wasn't sure if it was her touching him, the cloth had become cold, or a combination of both that caused Bharat to shiver. She certainly hoped it was the first. She wanted to affect him with her attention to his body. Aditi laid the wet cloth on the hand towel, placed the yet unused washcloth along beside the other and put it all of them aside for a moment. She took the towel and gently patted Bharat's his chest and stomach dry. When she finished, Aditi smoothed her bare hand over his chest and stomach. In the pretense of making sure his skin was dry. But really, she just needed to touch Bharat; his skin was almost hot under her fingers. She knew that was not just from the warm, damp cloth she had passed over him and smiled sensually. The muscles in Bharat's stomach contracted at the touch of Aditi's bare hand on his skin. He sucked in a breath, wondering what else was to come. If she had just begun, how he was going to survive the loving torture, she evidently had planned for him; for the rest of the evening. Aditi picked up the second cloth, reached for Bharat's hand and proceeded to wipe his hands. She took special care running the cloth over his palm and between his fingers. When she had finished with both his hands, she raised each of his palms and placed a soft kiss in the center of each. She put the damp cloth with the other, folded the hand towel around them and laid the bundle on the tile floor. Aditi smiled softly at her pati's very relaxed position. His head was back, his shoulders relaxed as well, against the settee, and what seemed like a smile of contentment curving his mouth. Aditi quietly asked "Bharat, are you hungry, would you like to some of food?". Bharat didn't bother to raise his head, he was too relaxed. He just murmured and nodded.

When Aditi slid off Bharat's lap, his brow creased, his mouth turned down. If it meant her leaving him, then maybe he didn't want to eat. Aditi lifted the lids of the warming dishes and filled Bharat's plate with all his favorites. Bharat's stomach begged to differ, and protested, loudly. A long growl rumbled as Aditi lifted the lids. All those savory aromas were wafting under his nose. She poured him some juice and put the glass close to the edge of the table, so it would be within easy reach. She grabbed several napkins, the plate and went back to Bharat. When Aditi returned and gently slid back on to his lap; Bharat's smile returned as well. She shook out a napkin, put it on her lap, and the plate on top of it. When Bharat lifted his head, Aditi smiled and brought a morsel up to his mouth. Bharat raised a brow, understanding her intention was to feed him. Bharat still hadn't quite figured out if Aditi had confused pampering with torture, or torture with pampering. But, he thought: either way, I'm going to enjoy every second of it; and my tempting little ladki. Bharat's wide grin was that of a very pleased Maharaja. After Bharat had a few bites he realized that Aditi was not eating. "Aditi aren't you having anything?" "Nahi, Bharat, maybe later." He knew Aditi, she would make certain he was full to bursting, but not eat herself. When he frowned at Aditi, she said "Bharat it's fine, please, eat". She selected something else from the plate. As she brought it up to Bharat he said "Nahi Aditi. No games, I am telling you, eat, now". Aditi wanted to be put out by his stubborn attitude. But, it wasn't worth spoiling the mood. "All right meri Raja, how can I say no, when you ... request so nicely?". Bharat lifted both his brows at her sassy come back. Bharat twirled an imaginary mustache, his eyes full of mirth, leaned close to her and in a mock menacing tone said "be very careful ladki, the evening is not over. Your Raja will remember your insolence later; count on it". Aditi tried to hold back a giggle, but, she just couldn't; the food dropped back to the plate. As she picked it up, Bharat just looked at her sternly; he took it from her. He held it to her mouth and waited. Aditi took a bite, scrunching up her nose at his imperious high-handedness, but chewed without protest. They shared the meal, quietly, content to feed each other. When Bharat had his fill, Aditi asked him if wanted the juice. Bharat nodded and took the glass of juice from Aditi. He drained the glass and handed it back. "Bharat, would like dessert?". Bharat wiggled his eyebrows, his eyes glinting darkly as a wolfish smile started to spread across his mouth. He winked and said suggestively "only if it's you, my tempting little morsel". Then he wiggled his eyebrows, stroking his chin as if he had a magnificent Moghul beard. He crooked his finger at her, just like an indulged Maharaja would, expecting to be obeyed. Aditi giggled, her eyes bright as she said pertly "nahi meri Raja, I am not on the menu". She paused, her eyes full of mischief as she tossed a very sassy grin at Bharat. Then in a saucy tone drawled out "at least, not at the moment". Bharat's eyes heated, his wolfish grin full blown, his voice husky, as he asked "and when, exactly, might that be?". Aditi just smiled sassily and shook her head. "I'm not done pampering you my patni". Bharat grumbled, under his breath, "you mean torturing me". Aditi was sliding from Bharat's lap, she cocked her head to the side, "did you say something Bharat?", as she put the plate on the table. "Nahi sweetheart". He narrowed his eyes, "so, what's next on the agenda?" Bharat asked with just a wee bit of hesitancy. Bharat loved Aditi's shyness, her gentleness, her warm, giving, loving nature - it made her the woman he loved, with all his heart. But this Aditi, the bold, sassy, teasing, tempting enchantress; he absolutely adored. But he still wasn't sure he was going to survive her siren ways tonight.

Aditi just smiled as she kneeled beside Bharat. She removed his shoes and sock and began to massage his feet. Bharat was uncomfortable with Aditi doing such a task for him. "Aditi, you don't have to do that. Come on, stop. Come back and sit with me". Aditi looked at him, her eyes shining and moist, her mouth curved in a gentle, loving smile. "Bharat, don't you know yet, understand yet? There is nothing, nothing I wouldn't, couldn't do for you. No matter how small." Bharat felt emotion tighten his chest as Aditi continued to massage his feet. She pressed her thumbs to the ball of his foot pressing and rubbing with a firm touch. Bharat could not stop a groan from escaping his throat. "God, where did you learn to do that baby?". What she was doing felt marvelous. Then unexpectedly, she scraped her nails, not so gently, down and back up the arch of his foot. Bharat's his head jerked off the back of the settee with a sharp intake. His hands clenched, his toes were curled tightly, his thighs were suddenly rigid. He narrowed his eyes, in a voice full of warning said "Ad-i-ti", watch those claws please. You don't know what you are asking for with that". Aditi smiled at Bharat's reaction and words. She demurely murmured "as you wish meri Raja". Bharat gave her a suspicious look, but she merely smiled demurely. Bharat was not convinced, nor comforted, by that seemly innocent smile. She moved back and forth between his feet, massaging each until Bharat was almost mewling in pleasure. Bharat thought his feet could easily detach from his ankles, they were so relaxed. Then Aditi flabbergasted Bharat completely; he was speechless. Aditi lifted each foot, pressed her cheek against it, then placed a soft kiss to the top of each. Even Aditi was a bit surprised by her action and blushed prettily. She stood quickly and murmured "I'll be right back". Before he could stop himself, swiftly Bharat reached out and grasped her wrist. Aditi brushed her fingers over his, shook her head, then loosened his hold. She bent and picked up the discarded towels she had laid on the floor earlier. Then walked slowly to the bath, she tossed the towels in the hamper and washed her hands. Bharat could hear the water running and stop. Then he heard Aditi opening drawers in the vanity. When she came out she was holding a small bottle of oil and a hand towel. Bharat wondered what she was up to now. Aditi put the small bottle on the table end. Aditi walked behind Bharat, kissed his ear and turned his shirt collar under. Aditi started to slowly, gently massage Bharat's head. She ran her fingers up from the base of his head, out to the sides. She stopped for the briefest moment, uncapped the bottle of oil and poured a small amount into her hands. She recapped it and put in on the table. She warmed it in her palms. She very gently massaged his temples, slowly sliding her fingers across his forehead, then back to his temples. Bharat sighed as Aditi's deft fingers soothed the last of the day's tension from him.

When Aditi noticed that Bharat's head was dipping forward, she gently laid it back against her. Bharat groaned low and quiet, as he softly moved his head back and forth against her. He could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat increase. He could feel the warmth of her as he turned his head and laid his cheek against her. He could smell her perfume, subtle and very heady; he breathed deeply. Bharat groaned "Aditi" out in a low, low, slow sigh as she dragged her nails very gently over his scalp. Back and forth, making his hair stand up and then smoothing it down. Aditi leaned over Bharat's shoulder, grasped the edges of his shirt, she slowly tugged it from his pants. Bharat pulled in a breath as she trailed the ends up over his stomach, so she could loosen the rest of the buttons. Bharat exhaled the breath he had been holding. Only to draw in another deeper breath as her fingers slipped under the loose edges of his shirt. Her hands seemed to be everywhere on his chest. Rubbing, massaging, smoothing, all over his hot skin. Aditi pressed her hands to Bharat's warm chest for a moment. She loved the feel of his hard, solid muscles under her fingers. She sighed softly, in a dreamy voice said "I love the feel of your skin, your chest so hard, so hot". She traced her fingers slowly over him, again. Bharat pressed his hands down onto his thighs, bunching the material of his pants in his fingers. The need to touch Aditi was growing stronger, every time she touched him. She made light, feathery circles with her nails over his triceps, lightly scoring his skin; Bharat shuddered. She leaned down and lightly nipped where the strong muscles of his neck connected with the beginning of his shoulders. Bharat shuddered as he arched his back. His groan a low, rough sound in Aditi's ear. Aditi hummed in feminine approval as she dragged her nails up his firm chest to his shoulders. She pressed her fingers into the firm muscles of his shoulders, then triceps, tracing a soft fingers along his collar bones. Then back up to his shoulders where she concentrated on getting the kinks and knots loosened. Some of which she caused while caressing Bharat with such obvious enjoyment. Bharat's mind drifted as Aditi kept up her gentle massage. His body was loose and relaxed.

In fact, Bharat never remembered being this relaxed in his entire life. He was enjoying the soft cushion of Aditi's body behind his head. The rhythm of her hands on his shoulders and chest. If this was his patni's idea of pampering, he never wanted to move again. Aditi almost let Bharat drift off to sleep, he was so relaxed. But then a wicked imp deep inside prodded her. Whispering in her head, "sleep will come eventually; but not right now". Bharat was a bit too comfortable, a bit too relaxed. So Aditi leaned over and bit his earlobe. Not so gently, but not hard enough to do any damage. Just enough to get Bharat's attention. When he felt Aditi's teeth baring down on his earlobe, Bharat hissed out a breath and pulled in another, both in shock and surprisingly, with a touch of arousal. Bharat was instantly awake. When she sucked his earlobe into her mouth and soothed it with her tongue; his body was instantly alert. Bharat's brain however, was clouded with a red haze. He lifted his hands up to grab Aditi. He had every intention of pulling her over his shoulder onto his lap. But when Aditi took his earlobe between her teeth again and pressed firmly; he got the message. He slowly lowered them back to the settee; scraping the material with his nails in frustration. Aditi released his earlobe, walked around the settee and stood in front of Bharat. "Would you like some music meri Raja?" Bharat had to let the words sink in for a moment, before he understood. He was still recovering from Aditi's hands all over his chest. And then her sudden attack on his earlobe and his body's instant reaction; had left him a bit muddled. Aditi exaggerated the sway of her hips, and shimmed so that the bells of her anklets chimed in the silence. Bharat could not take his eyes off his wife's hips, swaying so provocatively. Her slender back curved gracefully. He wanted nothing more than to trace his lips down her narrow spine, as he held the curve of her hips between his palms. Aditi reached the CD player and Asha Bhosale's magical voice quietly filled the room. Bharat was mesmerized as Aditi began to sway to the rhythm of the music. She had never danced for him before. He was fascinated by the swing and shimmy of her hips as she turned. Her hair seemed to flow with the shimmy of her hips as it brushed against her waist. The graceful undulation of her back and shoulders made him want to trace over her skin; as she swayed. The rhythmic movements of her slender arms and hands seemed to caress the darkness in the glow of the candles. Aditi leaned backwards so that her hair brushed the floor, her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly. As she straightened, she turned to face him again. Even in the glow of the candlelight Bharat could see Aditi was almost lost in a trance. He felt hypnotized too. He was entranced by her sensuous, tantalizing dancing. He was enchanted, enticed and so aroused, he felt like she was killing him by slow degrees.

"Aditi. Aditi, come back to me jaan", Bharat said in an achingly tender voice. Aditi slowly came out of her trance at the sound of Bharat's voice. Her entire body flushed scarlet as she slowly walked to Bharat. She put out her hand as she came to stand in front of him. He took her hand, and loving kissed her palm. He bent and lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

Just as he was about to put her on the bed, Aditi leaned in to kiss his shoulder. She softly said "put me down Bharat". Bharat tightened his hold, certainly not willing, but honestly not sure, he could release her. His body was aching so badly. His muscles strained, not from holding her, but from the restraint he was having to use to comply with Aditi's request. Bharat's jaw and teeth actually hurt from how hard he was clenching them. With a low, gruff growl, he slowly lowered Aditi to the floor. As soon as her feet reached the floor Aditi slid her hands up Bharat chest and over his shoulders, then down his arms. She lifted each of his hand and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. Then she slid her hands very slow over his stomach, following the faint shadow of hair on his belly. As Bharat groaned softly she glided her hands over his chest and back over his shoulders again; his shirt floated to the floor. Aditi raised up on her tiptoes, placed her hands on either side of Bharat's chest and pressed soft kisses to middle of his breastbone. Remembering how many times Bharat had made her breath hitch in her chest, she flicked her tongue into the hollow of his throat, sipped at it lightly, then ran her tongue up and over his adams apple. Bharat shuddered, the tension in his limbs almost unbearable as Aditi followed her instincts as she tenderly loved his body. Then she smiled impishly, as she used her fingertips to push Bharat back onto the bed. He sat down with a thud on the edge, his hands braced behind him. He looked up at Aditi and knew from her wicked smile that his torture, his real torture, was about to begin. She lifted her sari, Bharat had a lovely view of slender, petite ankles, surrounded by golden bells. She lifted her knee to the bed, crawled onto it and behind him. The bells tinkling and jangling with her every movement. Aditi put her hands to his back, she frowned as she felt the tension in his muscled. "Relax meri Raja, let me take care of you". Bharat laughed silently, without mirth. He wondered how this fiendish temptress thought he could relax with her hands all over him. Aditi began to massage his back, running her hands from his shoulders to top of his belt and back again. She kneaded, pressed, lightly pinched and caressed. Bharat was sure his head was just going to unhinge from his neck as all the tension flowed out of him at her touch. Aditi pulled him back against her, crossed her arms over his chest and just held him; sipping at his shoulders and neck softly. Bharat rolled his shoulders, loving the soft touches of her lips on his skin. His body practically hummed under her hands and lips.

Aditi moved back away from him and urged him, with her hands to lie down on the bed. She adjusted the pillows under his head, making sure he was comfortable, his neck was supported. She sat with her legs folded under her and just looked her fill. Her eyes roamed over her gorgeous pati and his long, lean, strong body. Bharat's eyes were closed, but he could feel the heat of Aditi's eyes on his body. A smile tilted his lips as a stray thought bounced in his brain: I never considered that Aditi might enjoy my body, as much as I enjoy hers. Aditi lips curved upwards at Bharat's smile. "What has you smiling and looking so satisfied meri patni?". "You my Aditi, only you", Bharat said tenderly. Aditi cheeks became rosy and warm at Bharat's soft words. Aditi found she was missing the feel of Bharat's skin under her fingertips. She unfolded her legs and scooted up next to his side. At the sound of the bells, Bharat opened dark onyx eyes to stare at Aditi hotly. His eyes glittered with his arousal and need. Bharat thought he was prepared for her touch on his hot, suddenly sensitive skin, but he wasn't. His in drawn breath was loud and deep as Aditi trailed a finger down his stomach, following the natural line down from his breastbone to his navel; stopping at his navel. She explored it with one small, curious finger. Bharat hissed loudly, clenching his fists together tightly. Involuntarily, he reached for her, he couldn't stop himself. God in heaven, how was he supposed to be able to stop himself? Aditi gently pushed his hands back to his sides. Bharat grasped her hands and entwined their fingers, holding on tightly for a moment. Her hand seemed like his last grip on reality. Aditi slowly untangled their fingers. She brought Bharat's hand to her mouth. She very gently, lovingly pressed a soft kiss to his palm. When she took her lips from his skin, his fingers clenched over his palm, as if to capture her touch.

The need to touch his wife was twisting him in knots, and unraveling him at the same time. This need was a like a living thing inside him; tempting, tormenting, maddening him. Bharat was sure he would beg, if Aditi asked him. An even more startling revelation. Was the growing awareness, that he was on the verge of begging, even without her having to ask him.

Aditi's mouth on his skin, it was wickedly exciting, innocently sensual, and completely maddening. Aditi lifted her head, her gaze mesmerizing Bharat. Her eyes huge, hot, black diamonds, searing him with their heat. He sucked in a breath as she ran her tongue over her lips, as if she couldn't resist the taste of him on her mouth. A seductive, knowing smile, slowly curved her mouth. Bharat wasn't sure he would survive as she bent towards him, her mouth barely brushing his stomach. She placed a sizzling, tormenting kiss to his navel. Then she swirled and twirled her tongue in and out of it slowly. Bharat was sure he wouldn't survive now, as his body twisted and turned against the sheets. His groan became a low, continuous, and indistinct sound as Aditi explored his body at her leisure. Finally, he couldn't stop himself. He didn't care anymore, how could he stop himself; he was dying. In a harsh, low whisper, Bharat did beg. "Please! God, baby, please. I need to touch you. You have to let me touch you". Bharat reached for Aditi, no longer able to make his hands obey his mind; his body was fighting to take control now. Aditi adroitly slid back, just out of his reach. In a sexy, throaty voice she reminded him of his promise. "Nahi meri pati, you promised. I can touch you however I like. As much as I like. For as long as I like; anywhere I want". Aditi sat back on her haunches, her hands folded together, the teasing glint in her eyes belying her innocent pose. She saucily asked "unless, you want me to stop". She slowly raised a brow, unconsciously imitating her pati in doing so. Bharat's face was a reflection of desperation and control, longing and resignation, passion and pain. But as much as his body wanted him to grab her, to pull her under him and end this torture; he wouldn't. He is completely captivated by this intoxicating, exhilarating, alluring, thrilling woman; his Aditi. As he slowly brought his hands to his sides, he was flooded with amazement and confusion. When did his shy pari learn to be such an unforgiving, provocative seductress? Yet, even as Aditi's tempting, inviting, seductive touches inflamed him. It was her underlying sensuous, soft innocence that maddened him; almost beyond his control.

Aditi slid closer the Bharat and laid her soft, warm cheek against his stomach. She turned her head to kiss her way up to his chest, trailing her hair across his hot skin as she did so. Bharat tangled his fingers into her hair. He may not be able to touch her body, but she said nothing about her hair. Aditi smiled seductively as Bharat clenched his fingers into her hair. She didn't object as he used her hair to drag her up over his body and fuse their mouths together. Bharat took advantage of being able to hold Aditi to him with his hands in her hair; and with his mouth. He traced her lips gently, slowly, tenderly separating them. He plunged his tongue in like a marauder bent on claiming his prize. He swept her mouth, never giving her a chance to participate. He only wanted her cooperation as he drank his fill of her sweet taste. When Bharat pulled his mouth from Aditi's there were both panting, trying to drag in a breath. Aditi no longer cared about the promise she had extracted from Bharat. Her own need, her desire for Bharat, for his touch, for his mouth, his body, superceded any promise. Bharat slid his tongue between her parted lips again. He was surprised each time by Aditi's taste and response. How could he have ever known that such an innocent mouth could be so very provocative, so very tempting. He had never known innocence could be so absolutely seductive; until the first time he tasted Aditi. Her taste was like a potent honey. He never tired of her mouth, the taste of it; it always excited him. That lush, voluptuous, innocent mouth. Her honeyed taste was intoxicating him like nothing he had ever experienced. Combined with the way Aditi willing surrendered her mouth to him, it was powerful kick to his system. How could something so sweet on his tongue, be so potent when the taste of it registered in his brain. His fingers pushed further into the thick, silky waves of her hair; clenching tightly. He was too desperate to be gentle. He forced himself to release her mouth and pull his hands from her hair. He slid his hands under her arms and dragged her closer to him. Her soft, rounded body lying on his hard, muscled chest. Bharat groaned as Aditi's warmth covered him, heating his skin. Aditi caressed Bharat's ribs, trailing her fingers up and down his sides. She moaned in excitement as Bharat parted her lips once more. He slid his tongue over hers, inviting it, tempting it to play with his. Aditi whimpered as Bharat's tongue slowly slid it along side of hers, lazily sweeping her mouth. Aditi's body languidly twisted in Bharat's arms. Her mind filled up with Bharat; his powerful kiss. She was aware of only him; as she sobbed his name.

Adrenaline, excitement, passion and love swept over Aditi, covering her; embracing her; engulfing her. All were sitting deep in her quivering belly. Separately, simultaneously crawling over her skin, crowding her mind, overwhelming her heart. The constant vibration as they mingled and collided, pounded through her. Bharat made her feel as if she could fly. And that his lightest of touches would shatter her into a million pieces. All at the same time. Yet she longed, craved, begged for just that from Bharat. Only her Bharat, her amazing, strong, wonderfully loving pati could send her flying to the stars and bring her back again safely. She ached for him, hungered for his touch to shatter her completely and then put her back together. And he did, passionately, seductively, lovingly, until her world narrowed to contain only him. When Bharat pulled Aditi up over him her pallu slid from her shoulder over his side to hang over the edge of the bed. As he turned her under him her stomach was bared. Bharat could not resist the lure of her soft, luminous skin in the candlelight. He brushed his fingers back and forth across her stomach. He circled her navel with his fingertip, teasing her with his soft touch. As he leaned his head down to her stomach, he softly blew into her navel. Aditi gasped, a moan whispered from her as Bharat's warm breath caressed her skin. Bharat put his mouth to her stomach, pressing open mouthed kisses to her skin. He trailed his tongue over her navel and around her navel. At the touch of Bharat's rough tongue trailing over her navel Aditi sucked in her stomach, trying to evade his tongue. The sensation was almost too much on her quivering belly. Bharat was mesmerized by the concave motion of her stomach. He traced the motion each time she sucked in a jagged breath, trying to pull air into her lungs. He very gently laid his hand on her stomach, his fingers stretching and contracting. He loved the feel of the satiny warmth of her skin against his fingertips. Only her soft, small hand covering his larger, stronger hand, was holding Bharat fiercely to the very edge of his control. His body raged against it just as ferociously. Aditi was clinging to him as if he was her only lifeline in a raging sea. Her hand was wrapped tightly around the back of his wrist. Bharat pulled her hand away, drew it to his mouth and bit the fleshy part of her palm, hard.

When Aditi sucked in a breath, her moan sharp, not with pain, but with excitement. He drew her arms up around his neck and then brushed his fingertips slowly down the soft underside of her arm. Aditi slid her fingers up into his hair; and clenched it tightly between her fingers. She pressed her nails into the back of his neck, making indentations into his skin. He shuddered suddenly, as she traced the tips of her fingers slowly, softly over the crescent shaped marks. Aditi raised her head off the pillow and using her arms around his neck levered herself up to him. She nipped at Bharat's chest, sucking at his skin. She drew him to her, nuzzling and kissing his chest wherever she could reach. "Please Bharat. Please, I need you", she begged softly as she shivered. Bharat felt the last vestige of his control slip away as Aditi raked her nails gently over his sensitive scalp. He gathered Aditi in his arms and slowly lowered her back to the pillows. He took her face between his hands, holding it still as her head twisted against the pillow; her body echoing the movement against his. He swiftly pushed his tongue between Aditi's lips, demanding her tongue follow his as he deepened the kiss, desperately trying to drink all the honey from her mouth. Bharat slowly pulled back from Aditi, trying to slow the blood racing through him like the flood from a crumbling dam. Aditi shivered and sobbed his name on a stuttered breath. Bharat stared at Aditi, completely enthralled. Her mouth was scarlet and swollen from his kiss, her lips parted invitingly. Her body was slowly, sinuously moving against the coverlet. Her hand was pressed against her bare stomach. Bharat was mesmerized again by the concave motion of her stomach under her hand, each time she sucked in a jagged breath. He very gently laid his hand just below hers. His fingers smoothing and curling, at the feel of the satiny warmth of her downy skin, against the tips of his fingers. Aditi's soft, small, feminine hand lifted to cover his larger, stronger, masculine hand, pressing it against her stomach. He entwined their fingers, moving them until they rested against her ribs. Once again, he gently laid his hot cheek against Aditi's stomach. Bharat turned his mouth to graze her skin, he groaned as if in mortal pain. Aditi loosened her fingers from Bharat's. Sh gently ran her fingers through his hair, her voice hoarse with passion as she moaned repeatedly "please, Bharat, please". Bharat rubbed his lips against her stomach, his tongue finally sweeping Aditi's belly button, as thoroughly as a child with it's first taste of candy.

Bharat nibbled his way back up her body. His mouth on her hot skin distracting and commanding; sensuous and titillating; carnal and loving. At the same time, he dragged his nails gently over the silk of her sari. Up the side her taut thigh, over the soft curve of her hip. He traced her bared hip bone slowly on his way to the valley of her slender waist. He detoured to slowly brush his fingertips, in a barely there touch, over the warm satiny skin just above the edge of her sari. A smile as slow as thick molasses spread his lips. Aditi had sucked in her stomach harshly, her rib cage suddenly prominent. In, what was, a vain and futile attempt to escape his seducing mouth and tantalizing fingers; as they converged. This only to allowed him to slip his fingers just under the soft silk of her sari to glide over the soft, silky skin of her abdomen. Bharat covered her body with his, settling their bodies against each other. He kissed her over and over. Lingering seductively, then pulling away to nip and tease at her lips. She could feel the heat and solid strength of him against her. She could feel his heart hammering in his chest, her heart pounding just as hard in hers. Aditi trembled as a fire of emotions stormed through her. It moved like lava, slowly, steaming, burning her. Her body trembled, her mind blurred. Bharat only kissed her, kissed her, kissed her. "Bharat, I don't, I can't", Aditi moaned in confusion as sensations bombarded her. "You don't have to do anything jaan. I have you, trust me, let me show you baby". Bharat gently, loving, tenderly caressed her, until her limbs were too heavy to move. His gentleness soothed her mind, but not the ache in her body. She would have clasped him to her, promised him anything, given him everything; if she had the strength. No one, but Bharat had ever treated her as if she was fragile, caressed her with such delicacy, made her feel so beautiful, so very precious. Aditi sobbed his name as he continued to trace fingers and mouth over her. His hands never idle as they traced her cheekbones, her mouth, her neck. He traced his fingertip over the top of her ear, where his mouth took over and pulled her lobe between his lips. He worried it with his teeth, then moved on to the curve of her neck again. He nipped and sucked, licked and kissed, until Aditi moaned continuously. She lifted her hands to his face, she tried to pull his mouth back to hers. Bharat showed her mercy and claimed her mouth once again. He took his mouth from hers and pressed his face to her neck, murmuring softly, incoherently. Bharat was as dazed as Aditi. She was so exquisite. Her body was fluid under his hands, rising to meet his mouth like a flower seeking the warmth of the sun. When Aditi whispered his name on a moan, the sound rippled over him, through him, it reached the deep, hidden core of him. Her voice was the only one he ever wanted to hear. Bharat groaned and dragged himself over her, fitting their bodies together perfectly. His muscles trembled, then tautened with a sweet, dark ache. His pulse beat hammer blows at his temples. He was driven to taste her again, her breath whispered into his mouth, as it closed over hers. Her mouth softened, opened, offered. From that moment, he was completely, irrevocably hers, in a way he hadn't thought possible. Aditi murmured "Bharat", longing, need and love in her voice. And in her touch as she tenderly laid her hand against his cheek. Bharat hadn't thought he could love Aditi more than he did. But in that moment, with her tender touch, he was lost in depths he never imagined. The evening faded, the candles gutted themselves, as Bharat and Aditi cherished each other into the night.

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