Fragile
“Mala konatehi bhandan nakko” she growled as he approached her
The green eyes were lighter today he noticed, in the orange kurti and jeans, she smelled like spices and some flower, must have headed out after a poha brunch he wondered
“Nashtyasathi kaai?” he muttered
“MAAJHE?” she was confused
He closed the gap as she leaned on the wall leading to the kitchen
“Hmm” he nodded smiling disarmingly
“Is this a trick question?” she growled
“Nope”
“POHA” she scowled
“Ah”
“Did you tell Alpana you can crush me like a bug in math tutoring?” he whispered
“Mereko yaad nahi” she sighed evasively
“You did Pankaja”
“cant remember bola na tumhe” “She asked me if I actually agreed to the challenge” “I told her I will win easily”
“So you DID admit”
“Tumhara ego hurt hua?”
“Tula maajha ahankara najook hava aahe?” (U think my ego is so fragile)
His mouthing Marathi aroused her
He seemed so refined and polished in the way he carried himself
Marathi from his mouth made him hot
“Mala kase kalel?” (How would I know) “I don’t know you dude”
“Yet you entered the challenge?”
He made her heart race and made her murderous
She groaned not knowing how to answer
He extended his arm to put his hand on the wall, she pressed on his bicep to shoo him off feeling the ripple of muscle through the thin cotton shirt rolled up to his elbow
Undermining Punky’s defenses she had vowed will never be breached again
His eyes trailed down her neck down to the pulsing hollow between the collar bones
Her walls were wafer thin
His eyes smoldered like someone dragged a piece of simmering coal over her bare body
Confusion reigned supreme, she fought through the haze of wild sensation coursing through her veins
“You will not win Pankaja” he muttered with satisfaction
Her body felt like jello her mouth like someone vacuumed out the moisture with a hose
He had not laid a finger on her
There was a knock on the door
He walked toward the kitchen
