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Hey all
I have drawn inspiration from the recent development in the series and tried take it from there...Happy Reading !!
P.S. - Please excuse the typos and grammatical errors, I am sure there are heaps.
*******A Night to Remember*******
The family returned to Modi Bhavan and Ahem, as always, was the last one to walk in. He saw his mother furious after the debacle at the Pandal. His wife, absent mindedly yet anxiously, twisting the ends of her pallu in her fingers. She looked gorgeous in the pink and white saree he got her and their friends and acquaintances couldn't stop gushing at her beauty and goodness. Her frown and her creasing brows were drawing him in and he couldn't do anything to stop it. His thoughts kept drifting towards her.
He was brought out of his trance with his mother who announced that it was up to Rashi to fix things and she walked to her room. He saw her walk from the kitchen with a glass of water and go behind his mother.
He head to his room, changed and was going through the files. She hadn't come back yet. After about thirty minutes during which he must have glanced at the wall clock as many times getting restless with each passing moment. Resigned he head to his Kaka's room to discuss an important issue which had arisen at work.
When Ahem returned to his room, he saw her sitting in front of her dresser. He looked at her, she looked pensive and lost, as if to draw her back he asked her about his mother and when she said she was resting. He heaved a sigh of relief. He knew his mother was in good hands and his wife cared about her and the query was just a formality, a way to break the ice.
He noticed that she had changed and the saree she had worn lay on the bed. Since, the saree lay on strewn on his bed he asked if she didn't like his gift to her and when she replied in the negative. He suggested she fold it and put it back in her wardrobe. She said shyly that it was heavy and delicate and she was finding it difficult to fold it.
He offered to help her fold it. He saw her color to the roots when their fingers touched while folding the saree. She looked at him dreamily with her cheeks filled with color and a shy smile playing on her lips. Ahem couldn't shake that image of his mind, she looked angelic.
Ahem had barely fallen asleep when he found his wife clinging to him. He turned his head to see if she was okay and what he saw next stunned him. She looked ethereal in the moonlight: Her skin flawless and pink, her hair long and dark, fell on her shoulder down to the exposed part of her waist setting off beautifully against the creamy contrast. She was sleeping like a baby. He pulled the sheet to cover her and tried to get back to sleep.
He woke up again during the middle of the night to find himself being undressed and his wife pressing her naked body on his back. She kissed his nape, he didn't move a muscle. She began to explore his body starting with his neck and his back. He turned to stop her but took her in his arms instead, she looked so enticing that he gave in and kissed her hungrily. He felt a desire he never experienced before. He held his beautiful wanton wife in his arms and fell asleep reliving the night and smiling.
The alarm went off; Ahem stirred in his sleep and woke up. He moved his hand across to bed trying to find something and when he didn't bolted up only to find himself fully clothed and his wife sleeping peacefully on her mattress by the bed.
Thank you for taking the time to read.. Its an attempt to show Ahem and the conflict in his behavior..
