Here's a new one for us all to contribute and write.
Even maybe turn up the heat for a while, or throughout.
Please do join in writing this.
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8.00 a.m.
The Khannas ...
Mumbai
Nachiket stands quietly under the warm water stream cascading down his back, his hand resting on the cool marble tile in front of him. The water sluices down his back, and he yelps - the warm water stinging the angry nail marks on his back.
He smiles.
So many years, so much distance - such an overwhelming love. So much passion.
He thinks of the ways in which Ragini welcomes him back to her life - every single minute of it; the love she bestows on him.
And her emotional outbursts in his arms every night; his heart breaks thence. And he, in turn, never fails to convince her of his love, his feelings and his emotions. Every night.
They were now a complete whole. Forever.
He turns off the shower, towels himself dry and steps out. The apartment smells heavenly - of freshly made coffee, toasts, omelette, cereals ... and them.
They have finally shifted to the upper floor a week back, and were in the process of re-discovering the love and joy of building up their own place. The children were a constant in their love, but both Nachiket and Ragini were convinced of the fact that not even the kids would and could come in between them. This time.
He looks at the clock. He had a meeting with the Dean of one of the topmost Hospitals in the city, and he hopes that something would work out for them, for sure.
He has a gift in mind for Ragini, but he would have to be patient for that. It would need time.
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He walks into the kitchen, fixing his cufflinks, his tie loosely hanging around his neck.
She was busy pouring fresh orange juice in a glass, when he embraces her from the back, his arms going around his waist.
She jumps, spilling some juice in the process.
'Nachiket ...' she admonishes.
He leans closer to her and whispers
'You have to make up for all those angry marks on my back ...'
She blushes and pushes him away.
He looks at her questioningly.
She indicates towards the water stains across the front of his shirt. She has taken a bath before, and the water from her hair has wet the front of his shirt in turn.
'It's ok, sweetheart' he smiles.
'This way, I will carry your essence with me for some more time.'
He moves closer
'...Until tonight, when you have to atone'
Ragini blushes
'You need to eat and go, Nachiket. And I have to leave for work too'
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