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Chapter 42: Enchantment
[Song selection for this chapter (*): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfQChQQxP5c]
"Are you hurt?" He asked in a quiet voice once all the wall sconces and the overhead lights except for the ones directly over the two of them gradually dimmed.
She shook her head even as her back arched now as a fresh stream of water sluiced down, the few minutes reprieve that she had had from it warming her skin sufficiently than the coolness struck raw against her oversensitized skin. She could swear that it felt as if the water was starting to stick to her.
"Vidyaa…" he elongated the last vowel in her name in a way that made it clear that he was admonishing her for lying.
"Honestly… I am not lying. It's more uncomfortable than painful. Every time the water stops, my skin touches the warm stone and finds some relief, but then the water starts again and it's like a new shock to my skin."
He didn't tell her that the plaited part of the front of her sari had shrunk enough from the water that it now lay against her body molded to her chest, barely covering his view of the second-skin fit of her blouse against the curve of her breasts. Her hair was now a heavy wet mass that curled provocatively around the mound of her right breast. Rather than giving rise to the lust that the CUP imagined, the sight that his wife made brought on a fierce protectiveness in him. Unintentionally, he tugged on his wrists again. He wanted to shield her body from all prying eyes, seeing and unseeing, including his own.
"Stop. You're hurting yourself!" she called out as she leaned forward and tugged on her own chain with the motion.
Before he could respond to what she said, music started from somewhere, startling them both.*
Their senses felt hyper-alert as they tuned in intently to catch the melody that floated up and around them…
She knew it was a south Indian language, but not which…
It was soft and…something else too… and it appeared to be coming from the ground and the walls around them rather than the speakers overhead as the voice had come before.
They looked at each other just for several moments before she eased back against the wall. The song continued in a slow, hypnotic tone that made her realize that she wanted the reprieve from conversation that it afforded them… So much had happened in the span of a few hours that she wanted silence from all the restrictions that words inevitably posed between them…
Silence… he wanted it…
She wanted it too... he could tell from the way that she was leaning back against the wall, relaxing one knee in a way that made her weight shift to the other direction, the curve of her hip jutting out in a way that would be casually indolent if not for the fact that there were chains around both her wrists and ankles.
He took a deep breath as he eased back against the wall himself, letting the slow lusty melody drift over him. He knew enough to know that the song was in Telugu, but knew not what the words meant… however, it wasn't needed to understand the singer's husky voice yearning for an unrealized love…
As the melody continued to swirl around them…
…catching a ray of light one instant…
…hiding in the darkness the next…
…sneaking up the spine in the moment that came after…
…or rolling down sinuously like the droplets gliding along his wife's smooth, glowing skin…
his gaze never left hers…
Silent moments like this were the most pregnant with enchantment… even in the most strange of circumstances…
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Chapter 43: Disintegration
He remembered one night several years ago when he had had two drinks too many at an office party and had come back home feeling a heavy buzz clouding his senses. He had turned on his laptop to find that his desktop background had rotated to a new one – one of those NASA spacescapes adapted for PC desktops… He remembered being mesmerized by the sight, feeling as if the explosion of color on the screen was diffusing into a soft glow right in front of his eyes… that somehow his entire being could disintegrate into tiny particles and travel through the screen to be absorbed into the wondrous and brilliant mass that was the universe out there… it was a moment when his father, his mother, and even Salome had disappeared… nothing and no one had mattered… he was blissfully alone and spread out into so many billions of miniscule particles that no one could piece him back together… he had imagined that there was some sort of self-realization in such absolute disintegration of the self…he had stayed that way for a while staring at his desktop, until eventually it had rotated to another spacescape and the magic had disappeared…
It was now three hours since they had been left alone and what the voice had warned was certainly happening… the wall that his wife was chained to was certainly moving closer to him…
He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't…
There was no way that she couldn't know by now… because he knew… there were traces of oil mixed with the water that was streaming down at regular intervals…. Not enough to be known right away… but now that close to four or five hours had passed since she had been chained to that wall, the trace amounts of oil that refused to wash away like the water that was carrying it down were starting to stick to her skin, serving as a sinful adhesive for the droplets of water that clung like dew onto the dips and valleys of her glorious body…
He made himself close his eyes so that he couldn't see anymore…. But she refused to leave his mind's eye… and he was back in that room, reveling in the buzz of heavy liquor, watching the infiniteness of the universe, and feeling as if he was disintegrating slowly…
She knew the moment his eyes closed… the whisper of his lids shielding the intensity of his gaze from her body swept over her in sheets of hot and cold. She raised her eyes simultaneously… the music played on… the language and the words had changed many times over, but the sentiments remained the same, the melody tiptoeing up her body stealthily, touching her here and there when she couldn't reach down and brush it off…
She saw his lips part as he swallowed hard… he put his head back against the wall as a bead of sweat made its way down his throat… she watched its slow descent and knew that her breathing turned shallow when it caught in the dip of his neck and paused….
The song reached a crescendo as if on cue and paused as well…
She held her breath…
The song started again just as the bead of moisture decided to resume its path down. She had not really allowed herself to look properly at his bare chest before, as worried as she had been about the chafing and bleeding on his wrists and ankles from the shackles. But he had been relatively still for the past two hours and his wounds no longer bled…
The motion of the bead sliding down his skin held her hypnotized and she pulled in her lower lip without thought…. And bit down hard on it when the stream at her back restarted in just the same moment… she couldn't help but whimper as she sucked in the edge of her lip where she could now taste blood.
She had known that he would have heard it, but it still startled her when he opened his eyes.
She knew then that he had known that she had been staring at him… the thought was now so mortifying that she closed her eyes and tilted her head up to let the water catch at her forehead and run down her face… she felt the cut on her lips with the tip of her tongue as she straightened her head…
…and looked directly into his eyes…
Her belly sucked in reflexively and her feet rose up on its tip-toes, making the chains on her ankles fidget in protest…
The light caught and glinted off the bare skin of her shoulder that was now gleaming… he focused on that spot so that he would not look lower… and see her tightening belly that was responding to his mere look as if he had stroked her there….
They were both starting to disintegrate…
