Excerpt from Chapter Five
Unbidden, I walk faster as the door comes into view.
I try to assess what is in my mind, and I recognize anticipation, eagerness...and a loss of control that angers me.
Deliberately, I slow down.
As I open the door and walk through the darkened living-room, I fight back the small voice in my head that tells me that this is a losing battle.
Everything conspires against me.
At every single step, I am reminded of her.
Khushi Raizada, my wife of a few weeks.
My gaze falls on the staircase, and I remember her nervous tones as she escorted Di and Shyam a few nights ago.
The hallway outside the bedrooms reminds me of her flustered face as I spoke to Di.
And when I allow myself to glance into her open room, the sight of the ivory covers on her bed make me still.
I have forgotten nothing about that night.
The scent and feel and sight of her is seared across my brain, and I quickly turn away to block the memories from coming back now.
After all, there's only so many cold showers a man can bear.
I open the door that leads to my room, then pause.
Where is she?
Without conscious thought, my feet turn back towards the stairs and I find myself going back onto the main floor.
I look through all the rooms, but she isn't there.
I am about to give up and call her on her cell-phone when my gaze falls on the sliding door that leads out to the backyard.
Moments later, I am walking down the path that leads to the lawns, and I finally see that my guess was right.
Seated in the gazebo, her face turned up to the clear night sky is my wife, Khushi.
I walk up behind her, but she doesn't notice me yet.
I, however, notice everything about her.
The moonlight gilds her unbound hair, and her beautiful profile appears radiant.
Damn.
I can't believe I just said that, even if it is only in my thoughts.
Apart from everything else, is she turning me into a freaking poet now?
I stride across the gravel that separates me from her in a futile attempt to run from my own thoughts.
And finally, she hears my footsteps.
Her slight shoulders stiffen, then relax as she turns around to face me.
There is no hesitation in her eyes, and I find myself wondering just how she knew it was me.
"Did you just get back?"
The query snaps me out of my introspection, and I seat myself beside her before replying.
"Yes."
"I saw the press conference on TV. You took Silicon Valley by storm tonight."
A sense of pride overpowers all else for a moment, but then I shrug in apparent nonchalance.
"It's all in a day's work."
She smiles, then turns away to face the green expanse of the lawn again.
"Good for you, then."
Something captures my attention then.
Maybe it's the hint of melancholy in her tone...or the defeated set of her shoulders...somehow, I know that all is not right in her world.
"Is something wrong?"
She looks up then, and I can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she decides if she wants to confide in me...or not.
And somehow, that decision becomes all important to me.
As I wait for her to speak, my eyes drift towards her lips...something that has become an unconscious habit of mine.
I remember how they felt against mine...and I wonder how they would feel against other parts of me.
Woah.
I mentally take a step back from the fantasy that has sprung to mind, and shift on the bench to alleviate the discomfort in my trousers.
She parts those tempting lips to speak, and I try to concentrate on her words even as my body wants something else entirely.
This woman is clearly going to be the death of me.
A/N:
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Chapter Five will be up only on the blog on Thursday, late night IST. (Links are in the main post above)
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