Maryada: Vidya-Gaurav FF - Updates. p. 145 (6/29) - Page 55

So aditya's not d SSP's son? now that's an interesting twist!
waiting 4 more..

Salome's mom...That's my final guess..Is salome is on it too? Or is she truly a pawn to her mom's devious ways? Devyani really!!! I wouldn't have expected that from her...now that I think of it..Is it her guilt that she puts up with the ssp? or is that SSP's way of punishing what she did?

I also think it is Salome's mom. Salome did say her mom was back...can't wait to find out sri!!

oh C-U-P u r women. SSP: " we reap what we sow"

any chance of an update soon? you can't leave us here for so long

Chapter 42: Enchantment

[Song selection for this chapter (*):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6p6n4FgbLU&feature=related]

"Are you hurt?" He asked in a quiet voice once all the wall sconces and the overhead lights except for the ones directly over the two of them gradually dimmed.

She shook her head even as her back arched now as a fresh stream of water sluiced down, the few minutes reprieve that she had had from it warming her skin sufficiently than the coolness struck raw against her oversensitized skin. She could swear that it felt as if the water was starting to stick to her.

"Vidyaa…" he elongated the last vowel in her name in a way that made it clear that he was admonishing her for lying.

"Honestly… I am not lying. It's more uncomfortable than painful. Every time the water stops, my skin touches the warm stone and finds some relief, but then the water starts again and it's like a new shock to my skin."

He didn't tell her that the plaited part of the front of her sari had shrunk enough from the water that it now lay against her body molded to her chest, barely covering his view of the second-skin fit of her blouse against the curve of her breasts. Her hair was now a heavy wet mass that curled provocatively around the mound of her right breast. Rather than giving rise to the lust that the CUP imagined, the sight that his wife made brought on a fierce protectiveness in him. Unintentionally, he tugged on his wrists again. He wanted to shield her body from all prying eyes, seeing and unseeing, including his own.

"Stop. You're hurting yourself!" she called out as she leaned forward and tugged on her own chain with the motion.

Before he could respond to what she said, music started from somewhere, startling them both.*

Their senses felt hyper-alert as they tuned in intently to catch the melody that floated up and around them…

She knew it was a south Indian language, but not which…

It was soft and…something else too… and it appeared to be coming from the ground and the walls around them rather than the speakers overhead as the voice had come before.

They looked at each other just for several moments before she eased back against the wall. The song continued in a slow, hypnotic tone that made her realize that she wanted the reprieve from conversation that it afforded them… So much had happened in the span of a few hours that she wanted silence from all the restrictions that words inevitably posed between them…

Silence… he wanted it…

She wanted it too... he could tell from the way that she was leaning back against the wall, relaxing one knee in a way that made her weight shift to the other direction, the curve of her hip jutting out in a way that would be casually indolent if not for the fact that there were chains around both her wrists and ankles.

He took a deep breath as he eased back against the wall himself, letting the slow lusty melody drift over him. He knew enough to know that the song was in Telugu, but knew not what the words meant… however, it wasn't needed to understand the singer's husky voice yearning for an unrealized love…

As the melody continued to swirl around them…

…catching a ray of light one instant…

…hiding in the darkness the next…

…sneaking up the spine in the moment that came after…

…or rolling down sinuously like the droplets gliding along his wife's smooth, glowing skin…

his gaze never left hers…

Silent moments like this were the most pregnant with enchantment… even in the most strange of circumstances…

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soo glad u updated! will read and edit my comment soon :)

*Edited*

I am hopelessly in love w/ ur writing...n picturing Rana in this situation makes it more better 😃

This is too much torture! I really want to reach through my computer screen, and unlock their shackle/chain!

hmmm wow... grouve is worry about her