Climax & Curd Rice
His favorite Frank Sinatra's songs played in the sound system, he had changed into his Alex Wang sweats and w hite BR tee
She leaned on the wall and stretched her legs out the box on her lap, looked up at him soulfully
"who is it from?" he asked softly
"Doesnt have a name, I am guessing Napoleon" she said carressing her favorite shades, a cinnamony toast and a almond brown like color
"You shouldnt have" she said looking at the box
"Do u want to fight outside the door?" he asked leaning on the jamb... he seemed really TALLL standing up like that towering over her
"u said we dont have neighbors across the floor, every floor had over 12 apartments... the door across had a French sounding name...
"I dont want to fight outside" he was stern
It was cold and they were tired
He bent and picked up her box, her slingbag purse was in the box too
She yawned getting up
"Its an expensive gift" she said as soon he shut the door, he poured himself a drink and sat down on the couch with his Leaving Berlin.
She showered... and changed into a kaftan, tie and dye in sea green... served hserself some curd rice as she let her mind wander to the study encounter this morning
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She had held his shirt with both hands surrendering weakly moving in rhythm..when he ordered her to a seductive smile flashing across her face at his obvious weakness to "have her"
he bent down and smothered that smile off her face, plundering her lips... as he drove punishingly harder... watching the sweat beads form on her upper lip bending down on her curves using his tongue on the tips
her pallu had slid off her right curve... she looked at him like a drunk woman, wet tendrils soaked in bourbon and sweat clung to her cheeks,
as she watched him devour her, massaging his neck holding down his face on her chest, felt his fingers undo the bow on her halter at the back
releasing what felt like a river causing her to shudder, she writhed turning away... as he fell to his side, behind her... and felt his bristly face on her back
Her groan was long and guttural... their love making hadnt yet included too much plundering of her back... like her thighs her back was one of her lowest points of defense
She trembled and lay face down on the table, found him on top of her with that goddamn poky brush he called face... if she moved one inch she was going to fall off his desk
She was on the edge in so many ways
"Rakshasan" she hissed
"Turn around then" he offered politely
Like a sea weed washed up by tide she did, offering herself up, not before grabbing his hair and kissing him punishingly for bruising her back
He was only too happy with her aggression she heard a husky "good!!" as he yanked himself off her and began that rotating jar opening massage of her curve with the center of his palm
clockwise and anti clockwise
"Ayyyo" was all he heard repeatedly as her lower body lifted like she was a gymnast rotating on the desk in unfulfilled agony
He bent his head down finally after watching her lose it completely... kissed her tears off first before heading down below her neck to her curves
sucking sounds mixed with her grumbles and wails
"there! is that better?" he asked mockingly later
"Nooo" she yelled, as he mounted on top, and entered swiftly.. she attempted one last time to lift her head up unsuccessfuly, he pinned her hands over her head
And pushed...and watched her convulse violently... sobbing... her mouth open sucking as much air as she could when he bent over
her open mouth rubbing his face on her, she wasnt going to wait for him today... she didnt care...
"I dont think I can hate u any more" she cursed sobbing uncontrollably at her unbridled delight
He felt his first tremor... when she was midway... she begged him to stop
"Ramannn" was the last whimper? plea? he heard once twice.. and many times as...she jolted like a storm door swinging open...and shuddered one last time and almost passed out
"dont you dare" he hissed... when pushed on her succulent body... she moved weakly... as if saying "Oh "I" really like to be left alone right now in my paradise, do your own thing dude"
in his over stimulated state he appreciated her "kindness" he thrashed and vibrated on her like a guitar string pulled too hard...collapsing completely spent
He lay on her for the longest time... inside her...
After maybe 10 minutes or so...He rolled her over him so she didnt have to lay on the desk bearing his weight... she lay face down on his soaked shirt his arms going around her like steel restraint..
He got up after a minute, picked her up and took her to bed... laying down... it was still unmade today... pulling the covers over them
"You are soaked" she muttered... undoing his shirt fully... he tore his off his arms it stuck moist... on his watch with his sleeve buttons still not undone
"Iru oru second da please" she begged
He watched her bent down over her outstretched arm... she did one then went for the other, all the while tucking locks of hair behind her ears
Her face flushed and beautifully glowing... he felt her lower lip, lifted himself up and kissed it gently, for being rough
She swept it with her tongue.. "a second late" he muttered cursing himself
She picked his hand up and licked all his finger tips "Poruma?" she asked softly
"I have two hands actually" he said
When she was done with her job she lay down
"Lets do it slowly now" he begged getting frisky...
He lay her down climbing over her "I told u Sat night the first time's after 6 days's going to be a lil rough" he said
holding her securely to his body... She could sleep anywhere... she slept after sex without fail... like him
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He shut Sinatra off...
he wandered to the kitchen and sat down by her,
"can I say something?"
"If its about the gift, u shudnt"he warned softly
"Umm... you shouldnt be buying me gifts" she whispered, stirring her curd rice
"This condition wasnt on the prenup" he said unemotionally
"I am not joking" she said
"The prenup was a joke?" he asked
"I cant afford to buy you expensive stuff" she said and since she had gotten it out of her system she began eating again... he sat drinking by her...
"And?" he demanded... but nothing else came
"what are u eating?" he asked
"Curd rice" she said "We Iyers climax at the very mention of it" she giggled
He laughed out loud throwing his head back, she watched his Adam's apple bob the green specks of stubble
When he stopped laughing he found her staring and blushing...
"On hot summer afternoons a cup of cold curd rice with mustard seeds and curry leaves is like manna from heaven" she muttered staring out the window.
"Did u stay home by yourself?" he asked
"Usually Akka is 8 years older, so when I was in 5th she was in 12th, until she did her M Phil she was home, after she got her job she got married, by then I was 15? 16?
I think... "
"sometimes Amma would take me to school with her, to show me off" was she in Saket KV? Oh! no, it was Andrews Ganj (she counted on her fingers)(she giggled)... "I would sing for the teachers in the staff room at lunch, only Hindi songs"
"They would always make me sing "Baahon mein chale aa" among other songs... like a dozen others... she said huskily blushing again
"What song is that?" he asked softly pretending not to know
She hummed a few lines... his expression inscrutable
She began to sing innocently
"Baahon mein chalen aa
Humse sanam kya parda
Oh! Humse sanam kya parda
Yeh aaj ka nahi milan
Yeh sang hai umar bhar ka
And did Sanjeev Kumar's "shhh shhh" "shhh" with a WINK
HE GOT ANOTHER WINK
"Chale hi jaana hai"
"Nazar churaake yoon"
"Phir thaame kyon saajan tumne meri kalaayi kyon?"
"Kisi ko apna banaake chhod de
Aisa koi nahi karta"
"Baahaon mein chale aaa"
"Humse sanam kya parda"
"Kabhi kabhi kuch to
Kaho piya humse
Ey kum se kum aaj to khulke milo zara humse
(she blushed when she sang those words as if she realized those lines were written with him in mind,
quickly looking behind him at a spot on the wall almost faltering in her lines... as her voice quivered to a delicious plea)
Hai raat apni jo tum ho apne
Kisi ka phir hamey dar kya
She stirred her bowl... nervously when she was done, flushed and embarrassed
"Beautiful II" he said softly
"Thanks" she nodded unable to look at him...
He stretched out on another chair, arms folded across his chest watching her eat
A rare moment when she was quiet...
Everything was different, the kitchen the bowl she ate out of, the scene outside the window, there was no sounds of Sun News, she missed D II and 11 PM at D II
"I am homesick" she said beginning to cry...
"Its OK to be homesick u know" he said, gently tracing her left backhand with his index finger
"I love this place... the weather... its not even hot here... its cold and rainy... phir bhi mujhe ghar ki yaad kyon aati hai, I want to be back in Delhi walking on Moti Bagh road (giggling and sniffling)
"U were returning from a concert remember?" he said
"Ya and you grabbed my string of jasmine before it fell to the ground"
"Was it before u kissed me?" she asked meeting his eyes
"I choose after" he muttered... his gaze on her lips
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He made himself a sandwich... and she cleaned up, threw away leftovers cleaned the kitchen... she shut out the lights
He was on the couch reading when she went to bed, she got up and walked over to whine
"COME TO BED DA" pleading
"the last 100 pages" he said
"I dont care" she ordered, almost crying again
He twirled and continued to read, stretching out to the coffee table
I am going to bolt the door on the inside" she warned
She did at first and she unbolted it softly, curling up to sleep... he appeared in less than five minutes
"Vendaam po" she cursed hurt (i dont need you, go away)
He dragged her stiff body to his placing his leg over her hip pressing down as she moaned relaxing.. she was getting used to him
AYYYO!! II HE IS AN ADDICTION NOW THE MORE YOU GET OF HIM THE MORE YOU WANT HIM
WILL U EVEN BE ABLE TO WORK A FULL 10 HOURS AT KMPG?...
U BETTER LIVE IN THIS APARTMENT WITH HIM THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.
HE WILL LET U SLEEP IN EVERY DAY
ALL SHE NEEDED AT D II was favorite "long pillow"
Shravu and her fought over the "tube" she always let Shravu win, she would instead hug him from behind like the way dude was holding her now
Dude's hand slid inside her kaftan under the pretext of finding her pendants and stayed there, she went on her back as he began to carress
"I gave up my book for you" he said shamelessly
"bas***d" she hissed
"Will u let me sleep in everyday if we lived here for ever?" she asked
"everyday" he muttered sliding over her, bending down on her neck
"I want to go to saravana bhavan everyday, make love on your desk every sunday...(she felt him slide the zipper down) (gasping) "practice sitting on this sofa"
He kissed her to shut her up... and she left her list undone
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