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She didnt "know" him that well yet, otherwise she could have told how overzealous he had suddenly become.
He washed up and appeared to help her out, laying the table, getting beverages out.
In the morning she recalled him not even getting up to get himself a fork at breakfast and "Trish fork" "Trish forkk" "Trish" she heard him beg three times as she passed by
Mandira was not amused they were flirting like that when her daughter had taken off for Bidadi without telling anyone.
He followed her to their bedroom when she went to wash up
"Did you know he was coming?" he asked carefully without making eye contact
"No... he hasnt come to India in a very long time... I asked him, he said he was doing two jobs and trying to pay off his student loan and how difficult London was" she said splashing water on her face
The mosquito bite scars more pronounced
"He asked me about bangalore's bad mosquitoes" she stared at her reflection
"you dont like Bangalore?" he asked leaning on the door jamb
"I like it.." she became a bit self conscious "But Ullal has Aanu no" she said lowering her gaze
He reached and thumbed her scars...
"You should put something on it"
She nodded "And not sleep in balcony?"
He nodded smiling... "that too"
"u came early?"
"I am almost unemployed remember? I had a phone meeting with Dadu and he said it was OK for me to leave at 2 ish to go hunt for jobs"
"Are you going to go?"
"I meant virtually" he grinned
She didnt get it
"On the web Trish" he explained
She nodded "Oh net?" she nodded
"yes net" he nodded
He approached her purposefully
"ashwinnn" she warned stepping back
He reached anyway, grabbing her by the waist... " I like this blouse" he nodded, noticing the inexpensive nude chiffon turn transparent exposing the cinnomony dusky skin underneath
"Very sensuous"
"Ashwinnn... Paresh is taking a bath"
He flattened his palm on her shoulder and slid down slowly watching her expression, the friction between the fabric and her skin, she felt a glorious tingling in her curves, the formerly smooth fabric now hanging from two prominent peaks
He weighed her in his palm as she shuddered and hit the wall on the back "Good fit" he whispered huskily, he was gratified at his own discovery of her size, his thumb heading towards the pinnacle, she let the groan escape in an almost shriek
His eyes smoldered but his expression was of smug satisfaction.
"Kiss is OK Ashwinnn... not thisss" she pleaded a gasp escaping as she felt his his palm massage the underside of her curve
"Good to know Trish" he broke into a laugh, bending down and claiming her lips, his palm continuing to cup her, that recklessly unqiue taste of him allowed her to indulge in her own forbidden fantasies of him, the pure unfrettered sensation of being touched intimately.
When he pulled away a few minutes later, his hair was tousled and and face flushed, she had linked her arms around his waist, she was dragged along a few inches
"Looks like he is out of the shower" he mumbled, unwrapping himself from her arms, and reaching for his glasses which she now held
He went out first
"Has she cooked for you?" Paresh joked
"I think so" Ashvin was amused
"We will say in Konkani "If u want to do something brave eat Trishu's food" Paresh cracked himself up
"that means I will add red pepper to you food OK" Trisha was miffed
"My mother will always want to teach her" Paresh informed
"she didnt want to learn?"
"No cooking Aamma only chopping" "Not this... that" he mimicked her in a silly voice shaking his head
"She liked one thing over another huh?" Ashvin joined in looking at her face with a serious expression "Shocking!!"
"I can give you palak ambat with red pepper also OK?" Trisha tried to defend her herself as she knew exactly what he implied
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