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The Love Drug
Intimacy, as fake as it was, was not a rather new concept between them. Nothing serious, but something about putting up this facade these past few days allowed their bodies to...get acquainted with each other. To say the least.
It wasn't an uncommon sight to find his hand rather comfortably latched onto her small waist, his fingers brushing past her naive lips, his breath stroking her long neck...
He widened his eyes as if to shake himself out of this seemingly perpetual daze he'd been finding himself in more often than he'd like to admit.
It was to show Svetlana he reminded himself, there was a purpose to this...intimacy, if he may so call it that.
He heard the shower go on, and just the thought of her in there was enough for the uncomfortable tightness he'd been experiencing to get out of hand.
Okay fine, he had...a..."thing" for er... his...wife.
Wife, he repeated to himself...he still wasn't used to such a foreign concept. Wife, matrimony, partnership. Hilarious how their marriage was based on none of this.
And yet how it still had, all of it. Whether he liked to admit it or not, Gauri Kumari Sharma was as loyal as they came. Fiercely loyal, willing to risk everything to fulfill what she'd promised to do.
And he admired that, he confessed to himself, perhaps the lone truth of that night.
The door clicked open, time must've flown amidst his thoughts he presumed. She gently made her way out of the bathroom, steam covering his view as if to tease him. She walked out, wrapped in nothing more than a towel. He smelt her sandalwood scented soap, "phrom Bareilly" she had emphasized. And he'd grown to look forward to that scent, be it on his pillows, his sheets...his skin.
And then, as if all of his rationality, his restraint, as if every last ounce of his self-control fled him, he got up. His feet followed what seemed to be a mind of their own and next thing he knew, he'd carefully propped himself towering above her, against the bathroom door.
"H-humko nahi pata tha k-ki aap y-yahan honge, iss-issi li..."
"Shh," he silenced her with the sheer proximity of his lips to hers.
Upon a moment confusion, she finally relaxed interpreting the situation. "Yeh Svetlana ji koi aur koi kaam dhandha nahi hai, itni subha subha kisi aur ke kamre mein kaun jhaankta hai..." she wondered exasperated, and to explain the rather odd sight in front of her.
Caressing his face with her free hand, she attempted to wait out the situation.
And in the next moment she found his lips on hers, making nothing of the sweet tender love one would expect of a soft-spoken man like him.
And before she could even find time to register what was going on, she felt his hand deep within her hair, the other entwining his fingers with hers--pushing them up against the wall...the towel now only held up by the pressure of their rhythmically in-sync bodies.
He hips ground on her petite form, but surprisingly not over powering the unexpected response her body was having to this dazed morning.
Aggressively marking her neck with a trail of possessive kisses, she let his hair loose.
The towel loosened, as did the first few buttons of his white night kurta. This was happening.
He had no idea what he was doing, or rather why. Or actually maybe he did. But f**k it, because this high definitely felt worth the consequences.
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I just watched the Shrenal water dance sneak peak and I couldn't stop thinking about RiKara and some wet just-out-of-the-shower romance. They're f**king hot, you can't even blame me for coming up with this as this was just the tip of the iceberg of what that sneak-peak had me wanting to write. š
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