Folks, Part 15 did not get longer, but I ended up posting the continuation in Part XVI, Enjoy
Part XVI
What a night it turned out to be!!!! He had been like Mt. Vesuvias, when he had seen Prachee in the arms of Neev. He had stormed at his wife, jealousy ripping through him. To top it, her emotional outburst had taken him by surprise and he still did not know how he made the first move. Like an automaton he had just used his lips to stop her tirade. He immediately regretted making the move since he had not given her a chance to say a yes or no. He had backed off apologizing, but to his delight and surprise, his wife had stalled his back-tracking steps. Her unspoken plea in her eyes was all the affirmation he needed. It had been fantasies earlier, now he actually got to live them and experience it with his tactile sense. From top to bottom she was a siren. Her dark thick curtain of hair hid the sexy blouses she wore, had tantalized him intensely. He could not decide which to tackle first - the strings or in-line buttons just below. The slight hesitation on his part had raised a thousand questions in her eyes. The pair spoke a thousand words a minute and he didn't want to blink lest he missed something. And those perfectly arched cupids bow lips could tempt a saint. He had gone with his heart that was atuned to his eyes which inturn were watching hers. He had re-established the contact, cupping her face in his hands. In the meanwhile, his right hand meandered to her neck tracing her collar bone dipping down along her arm and back to rest on the concave dip of her waist. The hand had continued to make concentric circular patterns on her waist that had her glued to him from shoulder to thigh. He had made an impromptu decision, driven her to the nearest Hotel Mishra Enclave and picked up the keys to his suite. The elevator could not have gone any slower for him. They had stepped out of the elevator and walked towards room 3001. Using his key card, he opened the door and let her in and himself not breaking the eye contact. He backed her all the way from the hall to the mastersuite. He set her on the bed, toed his mojaris (Indian hand tooled leather footwear) off his feet and laid down next to her. As he did, he heard the crunch sound bangles break and fabric rip. He had set himself on his wife's saree pallu that had been pinned to her blouse. Anticipating him sitting on her saree, Prachee had not been quick enought to move it in time, which ended in the fabric ripping. This had necessitated a short interruption of disvesting her off all the jewelry and the fasteners. As the pins came off, he gently unwound the saree off her. Prachee at this time, had urged him to turn off all the lights, but he had been adamant and compromised by dimming it. He had turned her away from and pulled her back to spoon her to him. He nosed his way into her hair. Pushing all the hair over her left shoulder, he used his left hand to loosen the strings, while his right hand dealt with the line of fasteners. He soon dealt with the garment underneath and let his hands acquint themselves with her upper torso. He had then turned her around let his eyes wander all over her. She had shut her eyes and he could see the blush rise right from the base of her throat. Understanding dawned on him he let her slide under the covers while he had divested himself of the kurta and vest and joined her. Gently he had taken her arms and put it around his neck inviting her participation. She hesitantly fingered his hair, touching his back and moved them to the front to let her fingers move through the whorls of hair on his chest. Under the sheets, his hands had moved on to the concave dip of her waist and dealt with the petticoat. Soon he had gotten around to relieving both their bodies of any clothes and there was very little room for any anything other than give way to all sensual pleasures.
Two days after the wedding, he was slated to go for a business trip. For the first time in his life, work did not take precedence. He delegated the task to Vakil. But Vakil had pointed out to him that Milind held proxies for 4 members of the board. Since it was an AGM (Annual General Meeting), voting would come up. And only Milind would be authorized to vote on behalf of the 4 absentee members. He coaxed Prachee into joining him on the flight to Istanbul. It seemed symbolic that they should come back to the very place where their journey to walk together began. They landed in Ataturk International A/port (ITS) and were whisked off to their hotel. They had hardly anytime since they had to make an appearance at the host's residence. 3 hours later, they had returned to sleep exhaustedly in each others arms. He had reluctantly left his wife to proceed for the meeting, while Prachee had utitlized her day touring the Grand Bazaar, the shops of Beyoglu and the trendy shops of Nisantasi. She squeezed in a quick tour of the Eygptian Spice Market - Misir 'arsisi that was established in 1664 renowned for its fragrance of the east. That night after dinner, he had taken her on a walk along Uzuncarsi Caddesi from the Grand Bazaar downhill through the Tahtakale market district to the Rustem Pasha Mosque, and Hasircilar Caddesi ending up at the Egyptian Bazaar. The night each of them had presented the other with a gift box smaller than the size of a pill box. On opening they found that each had given the other Nazar Bonjuk (Turkish good-luck "evil eye" charm). Born of the age-old "evil eye" superstition that one person can cast a spell on another, Anatolian artisans have created from hand blown blue/brown glass "eyes" that "look" straight back at the spell-caster as if to say "I see what you're doing, and you can't get away with it!" The next day Prachee had taken the tour of the Topkapi Palace ' home and harem of the sultans, Ayasofya, Sultanahment (Blue) Mosque, Byzantine Hippodrome and the Sunken Palace Cistern aka Yerebatan Saray. He had been waiting for her which was surprise since he had told her that he would be late. Prachee was crestfallen that she had lost her opportunity to spend time with him, and started to pack for their return journey. He then had told her that he had taken a week to spend some time with her.
It was almost midnight when they flew into Erzurum capital of Eastern Turkey and checked in at Palandoken Ski Resort and with a tongue in his cheek had said that he could not even hold a pair of skis. As soon as they checked in, he had handed 2 packets to her. He told her to wear the contents of the larger packet today and the smaller one the next day. She had gone into the bathroom agreeably to change but had sprung right out protesting with the contents of the bag. The pair of diaphanous harem pants in the dullest gold with its matching choli and hip scarf was a tad to revealing so she had said. It had taken a lot of cajoling before she went in to come out wearing the outfit. She had been right she had indecently spilled out of the costume, since the choli was a tad too small for her. The choli held its prize with a single scarf fastening in the front. The back plunged as much as the front. A good sport that she was, she exhibited herself to him. He had enjoyed her discomfiture, but by the time he took a stock of what was displayed in front of him, you never knew who had the last laugh.
The next morning he had dragged her to city of Dogubayazit known for its rustic charm and further another 35 miles eastwards to Ishak Pashs Palace. Prachee had appreciated the mountainous, rugged, elemental and rustic nature of Eastern Turkey. Away from the business and other pressures of family he had ample opportunity to observe and experience his wife. On their way, he had taken her to Mount Ararat to gaze upon the giant meteor crater. On their way back, he had received an invitation from one of his friends from his pre-marriage days who was settled in Dogubayazit. They had come back to change and Milind had produced a second package. Prachee had opened the wrapping and was scandalized to find the most delicate pair of Simone Pearle lingerie set in the nude. She had argued with him that it was almost like wearing nothing and she would not be comfortable sitting next to him through out the evening wearing such a contraption under her Salvar Kameez. He had taken great pleasure in letting her know that it had been his intention right from the time he had made the purchase. It had been an ordeal for Prachee and he had not helped either. Every time she looked up, he gave her sizzling looks. But Prachee would not let him have the upper hand. When dinner was set, she exacted her revenge by sliding her hand from his knee to the thigh under the table. His seven day plan in Turkey was cut short by Vakil who called him to say that his company was being bidded for a hostile take over. 8 hours later they had landed in Mumbai Airport
Edited by akhilash - 17 years ago
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