Conditional offers
“Why???” she rolled over trying to remove her glasses to wipe off the fog
She looked innocent and guileless
He swiftly yanked her glasses off and hid them behind his back
“Why do u need clothes, there is a pile of laundry your guy brought and set it on the bed
“There is none” he lied
“Aise kaise?” she sat up allowing him delicious glimpse of the plunging curves
She scooted back to lean on the back wall he put a pillow behind her back
She looked at him startled
“So? Can I have my teeshirt?” he was pleasant but firm
“YEH chahiye tumhe?” she asked pulling on the burnt orange Star Wars tee
“I think so” he nodded
It sank in slowly
She didn’t look up after that
“Nahi milegi shirt” she growled
“I can help u take it off”
“I am sure you can” she nodded weakly thankful her hair was covering her cheeks
The pounding outside was slowing down
“U must be on something if u think I am taking my clothes off with the work crew in the house”
“I locked that connecting door” he tilted his head to indicate the glass French doors between the master bedroom and the music room
“No way” she shook her head
He leaned over and pinched the edge
“Kya kar rahe ho” she gasped
The teeshirt was beginning to be peeled off before she clutched tight with both hands and began to shriek
He landed on top of her and groaned
He held her chin and looked into her eyes
“Viveka Mathur”
“Ask the help for your clothes mannn!!” she ordered
He laughed on her face
“I didn’t see anyone”
“They probably all walked out of the job because you are a pain in the ass”
His turn to laugh again
“Hato” she begged weakly
He pressed down firmly and slid his fingers around her neck
The slow nibble and nuzzle stroked the fine hairs under her ears
“U should be ashamed of letting your husband freeze in the January cold” he whispered
“Well the wife would freeze if she gave him her clothes”
“What happened to the duties of a kind wife from UP, your Dadi would be horrified”
“My Dadi…. And umm… YOU can go beep” she moaned and pulled away
“Tch tch tch”
“Raanav hato” she whispered
He pulled the soft plush down comforter over them, pulling the towel off his neck and flinging it over and resting on her upper body curves
His arms and legs slithering all over
“I thought you dumped me”
She did not answer
He teased and coaxed waiting for a response
None came
He held her chin and planted his lips on hers, his arms an ever tightening band of steel around her waist, crushing her to his body, a hand going back to her head to loosen the messy tail and feeling the soft silky tendrils with a groan
She strained into his kiss, she opened her mouth so he could invade the warm moistness, blood pounding in her veins, she would her arms around his neck in case her heart sped off and left her body limp
That would be totally OK
I mean who is complaining?
Her bangles stroked his neck and he shuddered not letting go of her tongue
OK I am seriously dying and going to heaven
He squeezed her body trying to paste it on to his and shook and shuddered
Rolling her tee up so she could feel his bare chest with hers
He shuddered and buried his face in her hair, and gasped out loud when her bare curves rubbed on him
“Missed you” he said throatily
She wanted to cry
Trying to pull away she fell back and took him with her
They lay in each others’ arms
“You stay in this house until I tell you you can leave” he whispered on her bruised lips
“Oh I will never go anywhere” she wanted to say
“You are good with words” she moaned sadly
“I can send the guys away, lets sleep here tonight”
“Its too dark” she responded fearfully
“I am right here” he promised
She relaxed for a second
“I am not giving you my teeshirt” she said soulfully
“I will take it when I leave the room” he gloatingly
They tussled like two h----y teenagers and her shirt came off 20 minutes later
She gave up and lay panting under the comforter
He wore it quietly and lay back down and pulled her closer
“Vi”
“U cud have asked nicely”
“Where is the fun in that?” his hands crept down under the blanket
“Why did u return?”
“To remind you I still exist” she said scornfully
“I AM not the problem… I showed up 7 hours after returning to Delhi” he accused
“Because you hung up on me when I said your wife showed her true middle class colors”
They both stiffened
He let her pull away, she wrapped herself in a sheet and turned away from him
“I don’t care what Naina does, I don’t care if she ever gets back or doesn’t with Inder…. I only give a f--- about some things in life” he said angrily
“I cannot be like you”
“U think I don’t know that?”
“Of course you do” she turned around “I reminded you and it set you off” she smiled sitting up slowly
“I am talking about personalities, not economic status” he smiled without humor
“Both are connected” she said pompously
“I don’t care…. Viveka”
“U don’t have to”
“What is that supposed to mean…??”
“You are cynical and prone to hostility at people who did not belong to a certain strata of society ……….. and ….that is a personality trait” she said calmly
“I don’t need your psycho analysis”
“No it’s a socio economic correlation”
“I am not insisting or demanding you care about Naina, but I will”
“In that case, I want you in bed EVERY night” he said huskily and walked away leaving her top naked