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The Party/ part 1
Dressing up
Dutta smoothes his black waist coat with his perfectly manicured fingers,as he positions himself before the mirror dresser.He examines the face of the man in the mirror,and the corners of his mouth drop in his typical smug yet shy smile.This burly tough Dutta is undergoing an over haul. He arranges an escaped strand of hairback in place above his forehead,and contemplates,here he is grooming himself for a party,as opposed to meeting his underworld requirements.The world seems to smile at him,his status quo is modified , much to his liking!
For this Dutta Bhau is not the thinker;philosopher,statesman or poet,but without a doubt even in his own mind,he stands a lover nowadays! Dutta scratches his stubblewith his fore finger and contemplates,that he was ,and is a simple man,who loves his family,works hard,
and follows set morals.Dutta,considers himself blessed now,for after taking a painful journey
of ultimately accepting real love,he has indeed found it in Nakku. He divorces his reflection
and titlshis head side ways ,as his gaze settles on their bed, he muses theirs is not a carnal love,it cannot be,for he recalls the simmer of the unspoken,untouched moments that
created a ripple between them,that which they themselves were afraid to acknowledge in the past. But now Nakku is his Patni,and he her Pati, hence he accepts approvingly, Dutta can be more forth coming in his ways! For,his love is now his in realty his wife,he justifys to himself. The bow of his top lip ,parts with his lower lip,giving him a slight open mouth look,his eyes shone with the innocence of a young lad ,but equally combine with the hard set semblance of a man,also. Nakku now share his bed;his room;space; his life!.
Dutta,continues to and muse,but he raises his left eye brow to steer him back to task. He unscrews the cap of Emporio after shave,pours a few drops on his broad palms,and pats it on his grommed stubble face.He then reaches out for the cologne and sprays his chest and neck with a few colonge laden squirts. He continues to linger before the mirror, observing himself,for any shortcomings with his look, alongside he continues to muse, who would have predicted in the past that Dutta Shreeram Patil would be currently awaiting his wife to finish her taiyaar hona session! , the bow of his upper lip stretched into a tiny smile.
He fondly exhales a little air and plummes his chest, and deduces,after all this is the first time she will be going with her Saab to a party outside PN!
Saab,utters Nakku shyly,he turns around and his eyes behold her,the complete package,he is slightly taken aback,and he again sucks some air as his mouth opens once again.Dutta
starts to fidget with his gold ring on his right finger and brings his hands forward,to contain himself. Saab,she addresses him again, mein theek dikhthey hai ? He has no answer for her question, as he surveys her with glazed eye hypnosis. His eyes indulge themselves on her scarlet red and gold sari; the drapes envelope her with immaculate grace and spell out
the subtle curve of her waist and hips,his eyes rove on her pulla which crosses her bosom
rests on her opposite shoulder and falls behind her. Her hair is disciplined,as per usual
in a middle parting braid ,the top part of her face still sporting the short parted fringe that teases her forehead. He experiences hot blood travel through his body,as he craves to hold her in his arms,instead seemingly he struggles to set aside his desire, but soon realizes it is to no avail,and he lowers his hands and walks towards her,as if in a trance.
Saab,Nakku whispers as he stands close to her,he places his finger on her delicate lips,
and softly cups her face in his hands,to study it; he notices her hazel green eyes are inner lined with kajal,that flicks upwards at the out set corners,he is reminded of a doe's eyes.He bends ,to gently brush his lips against her closed eye lids,he is careful not to prickle her soft skin with the bristle above the bow of his top lip. His lips gradually soar to the black wings of her eye brows, and then descend to her pink glowing,soft cheeks.He moves his head back and looks at her slightly rouged lips and bends his head down to feel her mouth with his,but she puts her soft palm against his burning lips.Saab, koi ah jai ga,aur daair bhi ho rahi hai! Dutta shakes his head ,draws his breat,guiltily bites his lower lip and straightens up,and looks at her completely smitten and besotten by her beauty! He looks at her pallu which has moved and reveals a hint of her cleavage, he curtly says,Nakuu ye pallu theekh kar lai, khahin party mein...Nakku did'ent wait for him to finish his sentence his countenance said it all,the compressed mouth,the slight tilit of his head to one side and the
distant narrow gaze. Nakku moves to the cupboard to find a safety pin and he watches her hands secure the pallu in place above her shoulder,and he gives her a softer complacent look.
... to be continued more interesting bits of dressing up.watch this space😛
to continue this section go to page 4,after matthew's post; apologies for faffing about had to stop due to guests😳
