Always and Forever Part 60: Udaipur Fantasies

Horns blared frequently and with enough intensity to turn a person deaf, the thrum of bodies swiping against each other created an uneasy experience, the crisp air of evening was marred by the choking fumes of the vehicles. This was not how Naina had imagined the main market of Udaipur to be. When she had planned the evening outing, she had imagined walking side-by-side, holding hands, playfully teasing each other, buying trinkets here and there… But this… This was a disaster. The entire area near the city palace was supposed to be a lively and beautiful market, a place to roam around in the evenings. However, Naina failed to see the beauty of the surroundings… Afterall how can one consider a road blocked with traffic to be beautiful… Though no doubt it was lively, it was the kind of lively that was not suitable for her or rather for any tourists. There was no way any tourist would want to fill their lungs with exhaust fumes from different types of vehicles.

Sameer kept frowning at his surroundings, repeatedly checking behind him to ensure that Naina was close and safe. He had tried to keep a hold on her hand, but the way they had to walk in a single file to avoid being hit by some two-wheeler or pushed by some other pedestrians, made it impossible to maintain a constant grip. It seemed like a beautiful day would end in a disaster. The morning had been so peaceful… Naina had kept her promise of waking him early by peppering kisses all over his face and he had hummed, tightening his hold on her, seeking her lips with his eyes still closed. The sun had just brightened with the light pink of dawn when he had slipped inside her with an ecstatic sigh. He wished they were back in their room right now, lazing on the bed. This dratted market was not at all a suitable place for a honeymoon couple, or for that matter any tourist. Wonder why this was recommended as a shopping place… Spying a turn just slightly ahead he quickly reached behind to take her hand, and gently tugged her around the bend, both of them breathing in relief on seeing no vehicles on that paved road.

He spotted a small pan shop nearby and instructed, “tum yahin ruko, main paani leke aaya.”

She nodded, unable to muster any energy to reply verbally. Leaning slightly against the wall, she waited for Sameer to come back. It had been such a wonderful day – the morning lovemaking, lazy breakfast in the room and then the trip to saheliyo ki badi. They had roamed around the gardens hand-in-hand admiring the neatly sculpted bushes, colorful flowers, and sprawling lawn. She absolutely loved the lotus pond and the surrounding fountains. After that they had gone to the area near the clock tower to buy the clay utensils she wanted, and also two cardboard boxes full of beautiful bangles made of lac.  There were several shops selling home décor items and the couple happily wound their way through shop after shop, buying a thing here or two there. Stowing all the things in the car, they had then made their way to Fatehsagar lake. The entire street was lined with shops selling every variety of food imaginable. After gorging on aloo tikki chaat, corn cutlets, and pani puri, they had bought large cups of cold coffee from an apparently famous outlet named Sai Sagar Coffee. It was the first time that Naina had seen cold coffee being served in Kulhad. But honestly, the coffee was truly divine… And coupled with the stroll along the bank of the huge lake, while cool evening breeze ruffled their hair, the coffee seemed absolutely perfect. They had sat on a bench, his hand around her shoulders, just like the other couples around them, enjoying the beautiful sunset.

However, after that the day seemed to go on a downward spiral as surely their decision to roam around this horrendous market wasn’t a wise one. Despite being in an open market the surroundings felt suffocating because of the traffic, her throat raw from coughing because of the fuel fumes, and her legs ached from the walk… Technically, it was not a long walk, she supposed, but the problem was that the road wasn’t a straight one. They had gone up and down several slopes in search of a quiet area but unfortunately they had not been lucky… Till now… This little slope seemed quiet, lined only with residential houses in several shades of blue and the lone pan shop. It was a respite to just stand there and catch her breath.

Something cold touched her bare forearm, causing her to jump slightly and snap her eyes open. Only then did she realize that she had closed her eyes from exhaustion. Sameer smiled at her, handing over the cold water, and she gratefully drank huge gulps of it, soothing her parched throat.

He leaned next to her, “pan wale bhaiya ne bataya ke isi dhalaan se neeche utrenge toh Gangaur ghaat aa jayega. Jheel ke kinare bethne ki jagah hai aur raat ka nazara achcha hoga. Jaana hai? Ya yahan se hotel wapas chalna hai seedhe?”

She capped the bottle, wiped her mouth with her dupatta and mused, “hotel wapas jaane ke liye toh chalke jaana padega na?”

He shrugged, “haan… car toh parking lot me haina… ab aisa lag raha hai uss watchman ki baat sunni hi nahi chahiye thi.”

“Car leke bhi aate toh phas jaate… Traffic toh dekho”, she chuckled, “aisa lag raha hai poore Udaipur ke log achanak yahin aa gaye.”

Sameer let out a dry laugh, “pan wala bol raha tha ke roz aisa hi rehta hai.”

She shuddered, “main kabhi wapas nahi aa rahi iss market me.”

He gestured towards the slope, “agar Gangaur ghaat jaate hai toh thodi der beth sakte hai araam se aur phir bridge cross karke dusre side restaurants hai. Dinner karke wahan se auto le sakte hai.”

She nodded, liking the idea better than the prospect of walking back to the hotel through the horrible market. Taking her hand, he linked their fingers and then slowly guided her down the slope, winding through the row of houses until a final turn opened up the view of a small circular area leading to a gate, beyond which the lake glittered in the evening lights. There were only three shops, one selling tea & coffee, another selling hot samosa & kachori, and one local general store. A man stood with a handcart displaying pictures of tantalizing popsicles in flavors of orange and mango. The gate leading to the gangaur ghaat seemed like a part of history, and probably it was… Who knows how long ago it was built. The gigantic structure, made of bricks, colored a burnt cream loomed over them. Several jharokas were littered across the structure, and a brown plaque was embossed with the words “Gangaur Ghaat” in gold.

As they passed through the gate, she saw that there were many people on the ghaat, strolling around or sitting, but still the place didn’t feel crowded. In fact, the people simply added to the allure of the ghaat, the yellow lights lending a dusky glow to the surroundings. A man sat on a woven mat, playing a soulful tune on an Ektara; she didn’t recognize the tune, but quite probably it was some traditional Rajasthani folk music. She immediately requested Sameer to sit within hearing range of the music. None of the benches were empty, and so they found a spot on the stairs leading down to the edge of the water and sat there. She removed her sandals, wiggling her toes, and sighed as the breeze cooled down her sweaty skin.

Sameer took a deep breath, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It was still too early for the stars, but he could see a few clouds, grey against the onyx blanket. Thank goodness they had found a place to breathe and relax a little, otherwise his perfect honeymoon would have been besmirched with the experience of that horrendous market. He looked around the ghaat, the couples walking slowly and chatting animatedly made him smile. They would have done the same had they not been so tired. But well… the morning & afternoon was pleasant… Even the sunset was beautiful… His smile widened as he recalled his wife’s delighted face on seeing the home decor shops. He swore that even high end clothes or jewellery shops couldn’t bring that bright smile on her face as those shops selling candles & flower vases. God… She had been radiant even while purchasing the clay pots that were supposedly to be used to cook biryani. And just from her description he could already imagine the joy on Chachiji’s face when they would give her the pot. No one had probably ever gifted a pot to their in-laws… A fond chuckle left his mouth unknowingly, prompting his wife to nudge him with her elbow.

When he looked down at her, she asked, “kya sochke muskura rahe ho itna?”

A crooked smile quirked his lips, “soch raha tha ke aaj tak kisine apne sasural walo ko matka nahi diya hoga gift me.”

“Matka nahi, handi”, she corrected, grinning, “matke me paani rakhte hai… handi me khana banate hai ya dahi jamate hai.”

He shrugged, “mujhe toh bas Ramdhari aur Chachiji ki shakal dekhni hai jab hum unko yeh matka denge.” He had stressed the word to tease her, and was satisfied when she smacked his arm. Rubbing the patch of skin she had abused, he mocked annoyance, “honeymoon pe pati pe haath uthati hai… Oh bai! Kya zamana aa gaya hai.”

She couldn’t help the delighted laughter that spluttered out of her… The image of Sameer pressing his palms to his cheeks and exclaiming Oh Bai! was too much… She couldn’t even be annoyed at the reminder of her Taiji, but rather just felt humour at the impeccable acting by her husband. Calming down a bit, she noticed that he was staring at her with an adoring expression that she had been used to since their school days. Unable to resist, she teased, “badi yaad aa rahi hai lag raha hai bholuram ko apni Taiji ki… Zara mobile nikalo, phone karke baat karwa deti hun.”

His expression of fond adoration morphed into horror in a heartbeat, tugging another joyous peal of laughter from her. He rubbed a hand over his face, “shit… mazak me bhi aisa mat karna kabhi.”

She wrapped her hand around his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes, a smile still lingering on her lips. He sighed, turning his head to drop a kiss on her head, and sat back to enjoy the peaceful moment. It felt amazing to him that how even after all these years they didn’t need anything to fill in the gap between conversations, the silence was as companionable as them teasing or loving each other. A while later he noticed that she had opened her eyes and was looking around, but she still kept her head on his shoulder.

Around 20 minutes passed before they heard the familiar tinkling bells, and Naina immediately perked up, “ice-cream!”

He laughed, “abhi laaya sweetheart. Orange ya mango?”

“Of course orange”, she rolled her eyes. They spent some time slurping on the juicy treat, chatting about the plans for the next two days. Naina’s eyes sparkled as she talked about shopping for clothes for their relatives, and he shook his head wondering why she couldn’t be this excited while shopping for herself.

By the time it was close to 8:30pm, they decided it was time to move on. They leisurely walked on the banks of the ghaat until they reached the well-lighted bridge and crossed over to the other side. Several restaurants, big and small, lined the roads on both sides. Most advertised North Indian cuisine, but there were few occasional shops with pizza or other kinds of western snacks and some ice-cream parlours as well. Even though they had not had a proper lunch, none of them felt like eating heavy food with oily gravy. And so spotting a small restaurant that had pictures of small meal combos on its banner seemed like a perfect thing to happen… Sameer even requested to look at the menu, which the shop owner happily obliged. It was a really small establishment run by the man and his wife; the ground floor being a restaurant and the floor above their home. Hence they usually had a limited menu of just 5 different sabji which changed everyday, roti and a couple of rice dishes. For drinks they had buttermilk and lassi from the yoghurt they set themselves daily, and homemade aam panna as well as pudina-lemon cooler. To them the place seemed just what they desired, and so they took a seat at a table right under the fan.

Pitod ki sabji was something they had never tried so they decided to order that, and because Sameer definitely wanted potatoes they chose the aloo-matar gravy with gheewali fulka roti, and palak-pulao from the rice dishes, complementing the meal with ice cold aam panna. Both the vegetables were delicious and extremely light on palette, the piping hot rotis with the aroma of desi ghee made the meal absolutely worth it. The palak pulao was fluffy and full of vegetables, making Naina immediately decide that she would be cooking this at home as well. While sipping on the last of the aam panna, the woman served them a small plate of suji halwa made with kesar. When they said that they hadn’t ordered it, the woman smiled and said it was on the house for them. Needless to mention, Sameer was delighted, immediately starting to gobble up the sweet. Naina tried two spoons of the sweet before giving up, favouring the tangy aam panna more. As Sameer paid the bill to the man, adding a substantial tip for the incredible hospitality; Naina asked the woman about the recipe for palak pulao, not really sure if she would divulge, but the woman seemed only too happy to teach. She even took out a blank paper and scribbled down the ingredients and instructions, while constantly chattering about how people these days were forgetting the simple delight of home-made dishes while opting more and more for the sudden influx of western snacks. She made a face while exclaiming, “batao bhala ab raat ko khane me sandwich kaun khata hai…! Desi ghee wali garam roti ka koi muqabla hai kya?” Naina giggled, thanking her profusely for the recipe, which pleased the woman so much that she insisted that they come once again for dinner and she would give more recipes to her. Naina assured that they would try their best but also added that they were here for only two days more out of which they already had plans for one of those days.

From there they walked further down the street as guided by the man in the restaurant, and found an auto stand. A little bit of haggling for fares and soon they were on their way to Lake Pichola. It took them around 30 minutes in the evening traffic, and finally they reached the dock. A porter helped them take out the things from their parked car, and load them on the boat. At the other end also there was an eager boy helping them to unload the things and carting them off to their room, while the couple followed at a more leisurely pace. Naina couldn’t help but marvel at the convenience these big hotels provided, they literally didn’t need to carry a single thing.

Naina took the first shower and slipped into a light blue satin night suit, wondering if she should instead have worn a nightie. But honestly she was way too exhausted today. Stepping out of the bathroom, she bit her lip on spotting her husband leaning at the balcony, shirtless, his back glistening in the moonlight. She softly padded over and trailed a long painted nail down the grooves of his spine… He shuddered, turning to face her with a smirk. Catching the finger, he pressed a kiss to the tip and then used the hold to pull her to his chest. She tilted her head to look up at him, and he slipped his hand around her hip, dipping to capture her lips in a soft kiss. They both sighed as their lips met, her hands clenching on his bare chest, while he slipped his other hand in her hair, tugging at the bun she had made before showering. The kiss remained soft, and exploration of lips, catching up after a long day, soothing like the lapping waves on the walls of their balcony, gentle like the moonlight shining upon them, and welcome like the cool breeze wafting around them. Pulling back from her, he licked his lower lip, “tired?”

She nodded, “socha nahi tha shaam ko itni thakaan ho jayegi.”

“I know”, he sighed, “tumko agar ghar pe baat karni hai toh karlo, main jaldi se nahake aata hun… Phir so jayenge.”

She smiled, “okay.”

It took him ten minutes to shower; in that time she had a quick chat with Chachiji, who asked her if she was doing everything to make damadji happy; and Preeti, who asked if jijaji had increased his romance on honeymoon. Naina was still giggling when he came out dressed in just a pair of sweatpants. He quirked a brow on spotting his chortling wife, “kya hua?”

She moved to the dressing table, grabbing a comb to brush her hair, “Preeti puch rahi thi ke tumne romance ka level badhaya ke nahi.”

His grin was swift and devilish as he took over the job of combing her hair, “toh tumne kya bola?”

Her eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his fingers moving over her scalp followed by the wide-toothed comb, “maine kaha ke tum saare tips Rohan ko de doge toh thode time me usko khud hi samajh aa jayega ki honeymoon pe kaisa romance hota hai.”

He laughed, detangling the edges of her long hair, “bechari Preeti… pehli baar bolti bandh ho gai hogi uski.”

She hummed in agreement, and then asked, “mummy ko phone karna hai?”

He dropped the comb on the table, and picked his wife up in his arms, “kal kar lenge… Filhaal mujhe bas meri biwi ko hug karke sona hai.”

She beamed, looping her arms around his neck and dropped a lingering kiss on his cheek. He slid in beside her, tugging the light quilt over them and flicked off the master switch, drenching the room in darkness that soon made way for the moonlight through the sheer curtains of the closed glass balcony doors. She nuzzled against his chest, and he kissed her temple, the baby fine hair tickling his lips. Exhaustion of the day caught up to them, and they soon fell asleep, their hands and legs tangled with each other’s.

The trees on the banks of the lake, the dome of the lake palace hotel, everything was a silhouette in the darkness of the night. As the clock moved towards 6am, the sky turned in shades of blue and grey, streaked with pink and gold. The gentle rays illuminated the rich blue of the lake, the warm shade filtering through the curtains reaching the bed where the couple lay entwined. Naina shuddered as the cold air of the AC raised goosebumps on her bare arms; she tried to tug the blanket up that was now lying at her waist, but it didn’t budge. Instead she nuzzled her back against the warmth she felt behind her. Something tightened at her hip and waist and she hummed, her eyes fluttered open and she squinted against the light. Glancing down she noticed that it was Sameer’s arm around her waist, and his leg on her hip, holding her trapped to the bed. She chuckled, lazily stretching and then grabbed the remote to turn the air conditioner off. Gently escaping her husband’s hold she went to the bathroom to freshen up. As she turned to the shower unit thinking that maybe she should bathe and get ready for the day as well, she paused, her thoughtful gaze moving over the glass cabinet, the gleaming steel faucet… A grin spread across her face…

She tugged the blanket off Sameer, which caused him to stir and reach out in search of the material. Unable to find it, his hand moved to the side to find his wife, but even there he was unsuccessful. She giggled, the sound penetrating his foggy sense, and he mumbled, “Naina…”

She climbed onto the bed, straddling his legs at the same time as he turned onto his back… Sitting on his thighs, she chirped, “good morning.”

He rubbed his eyes, clearing his vision to see the grinning face of his delectable wife. She seemed to be excited, almost bouncing on his legs… He smiled, “good morning sweetheart… kya baat hai? Itni subah subah uth gai?”

“Palace ghumne jaana hai na”, she enthused, “toh aankh khul gai subah jaldi… soch rahi hun ke nahake ready ho jau…”

He chuckled, checking the time, “thoda zyada jaldi nahi hai? I am sure, ek ghanta aur so sakte hai… ab yahan aao.”

She slid back down his legs, out of the range of his extended hand, making him frown. “Naina”, he drawled lazily, “kya kar rahi ho? Paas aao na…”

She bit her lower lip, “paas aau?”

He nodded… She inched up an inch or two, reaching just above his knees. “Thoda aur”, he prompted. She slid up to mid-thigh, and he immediately reached out to grab her waist, but she quickly grasped his hands, interlinking their fingers. He opened his mouth to demand her to come close… But just at that moment, she lifted her hips from his legs, and used the hold on his hands to push them above his head, pinning them down on the pillow. His eyes widened at the gesture… It seemed too dominating for her to do, but he waited in anticipation, hoping she would lean down and kiss him… And she did… But on his forehead, her nose nuzzling his hair. Her lips moved to his brows, the corner of his eyes, and then brushed tender kisses on his cheeks…

He whispered, “theek se karo na good morning kiss…”

“Par main toh kuch aur hi soch rahi thi”, she responded.

He swallowed, “kya mat…” He never got to finish his sentence, instead he gasped, his whole body jerking off the bed as she suddenly lowered her hips, grinding against his morning erection. His eyes squeezed shut, “oh God…”

Her nose nuzzled at his neck, and her lips moved against his skin, as she asked, “pasand aaya?”

He nodded, groaning lightly, trying to thrust from below, but as soon as he moved, she lifted her hips off. His eyes snapped open, and he growled, “Naina…”

She gave a sharp nip to his throat, and sat up, unfortunately on his thighs once again. He tried to get a hold of her, but she laughed, sliding off him and the bed at such a speed that he could only blink. He sat up, frustrated with her teasing, “kya kar rahi ho? Idhar aao…”

She ignored his command, and walked back towards the bathroom, “uh huh… ab tum uth gaye ho toh main nahane jaa rahi hun…”

“That’s not fair Naina”, he scowled, getting ready to get off the bed and chase her.

But she smirked, turning towards the bathroom and suddenly grabbed the hem of her top and slipped it off her body… He froze on the bed on seeing the creamy skin of her back, the curve of her spine… Her head turned to look back at him, and she winked, “shower time Mr. Maheshwari…” And then she pushed down the satin night suit pants, leaving it on the floor and sashayed into the bathroom… But she kept the door open… A clear invitation to join her…

To say that he was aroused would be an understatement… He was painfully hard and throbbing in the confines of his sweatpants. His fantasy was going to come true! Oh damn… Oh God… Oh Yes… His blood thrummed through his veins and he jumped off the bed, pushing his pants down, nearly tripping on the material as it caught around his ankles…

The shower was already running, and he was greeted with a vision of his wife’s back, her head tilted up to the cascading water, hands lifted and moving through her hair. His mouth literally watered at the sight and he swore he leaked prematurely just at the prospect of what was about to happen. Covering the short distance in two long strides, he opened the door and entered the spacious shower cabinet. She didn’t turn to look back at him, and he stood there enjoying the sight before him for a few seconds before it became too difficult to not touch her.

One strong arm wrapped around her waist, and the other pushed her hair aside, his lips found her neck as he pushed her against the glass wall… She made a sound of surprise, but tilted her head to the side eagerly, giving him access to her wet skin. He pushed his entire body against her, rubbing his hard length on her rounded bottom, his mouth ravishing her exposed neck. He nipped and sucked her skin, an urge to mark her as his for the world to see… The hand on her hair moved around her, cupping around her breast, pinching her hardened nipple. She gasped… The glass was still cold against her front, but his body was so warm on her back that she felt the urge to cool the water even more… However, at that moment he pinched her nipple again, and she felt as if she would melt in a puddle at his feet. She was so slick and wet, that when she rubbed her thighs she could actually feel her arousal, and suddenly she felt an insane urge to have his hand over there…

She elbowed him on his stomach, pushing him back and turned, now leaning her back against the cold glass… Looking up at his face she felt her belly clench at his expression… His lips were red and swollen as if instead of her neck it had been lips that had been assaulted… His eyes were dark, his pupils blown with lust, his breath heavy as he waited for her move… She grabbed one hand of his and placed it on her breast… He sucked in a breath, and moved closer… She moved her other hand up the side of his face and tugged him down for a kiss. He immediately responded, eagerly, thrusting his tongue inside to deepen the kiss. Naina moaned, tightening her hold on his hair… Using the grip on his hand, she moved it down from her breast to her stomach, and then further down, between her legs… He made a sound as if he was in pain, and pulled back from the kiss… Gazing into her eyes, he slipped his fingers between her folds, gasping at the slick sensation he found there… Groaning, he pressed his forehead to hers, and panted, “tumko idea bhi nahi hai abhi mera kya haal hai.”

She parted her lips on a soft moan as he flicked the sensitive bundle of nerves with one finger. Her skin was flushed, her breasts lifting up and down on each breath, and she whispered in a sultry tone, “thoda idea hai… baaki ka tum bata do…”

In reply, he pushed two fingers deep inside her, curving them in a come hither motion, making her gasp and moan his name. She pushed both her hands in his hair, and tugged his head down, but instead of kissing his lips, she sank her teeth on the side of his neck. He jerked, closing his eyes as she sucked his flesh, and thrust his fingers harder. “Naina”, he grunted as she nipped a bit hard suddenly. She licked the spot she had bitten, and kissed the sore spot, trailing kisses up the side of his face and murmured in his ear, “agar mujhpe tumhara nishaan hoga toh tumpe bhi toh mera nishaan hona chahiye na.”

He kissed her once more, starting to rub his thumb at her bundle of nerves persistently, and in just a moment she clenched around his fingers, coming apart with a loud moan that he swallowed. Not even giving her time to recuperate, he bent to grab her leg, wrapping it around his hip and then lifted her up. She automatically would her other leg around him, he adjusted her position, and slipped inside her in a single hard thrust. Their mutual sounds of pleasure mingled in the air, the water barreling against their bodies, sluicing down their skin. He mumbled praises in his dark voice in her ear, calling her a temptress, a beautiful minx, telling her what she did to him, how crazy she made him… Her hands roamed over his bare back, loving the touch of his wet flesh, and she begged for him to not stop at all. Time seemed to stretch, their bodies moving in a sync that was almost musical in its symphony, a poetry in execution, a beautiful prose of love.

Lips moved wherever they could reach, hands never stopping in their exploration, praises and pleadings being painted on skin, confessions of forever love tumbling from their heart. He felt her flutter around him, and increased his pace, thrusting harder and faster. She tripped over the edge on a stuttering moan of his name, and he felt a tug at his navel… In a last moment of sudden coherence, he pulled out of her, spilling instead on the glass behind her… She made a disgruntled sound, and he quickly fused his lips to hers, kissing her softly, bringing them both back from the dazed haze.

Her legs slid down his waist, and she leaned on his chest. In a minute when she could speak, she tried to ask, “kya…”

He swallowed, still trying to catch his breath as he rasped, “condom bhul gaya tha.”

“Oh”, she blushed, realizing it was technically her fault that they both had forgotten about protection, “sorry…”

He chuckled, grabbing the shampoo from the shelf and pouring a generous portion on his palm, “it’s okay… meri toh fantasy poori ho gai. Chalo ab peeche ghumo, shampoo lagane do…”

She blinked, “mere baalo me?”

He rolled his eyes, “aur nahi toh kya padosi ke baalo me lagau?”

She swatted his chest, and turned back, closing her eyes as his long lithe fingers rubbed the shampoo on her scalp. He detached the shower head to wash her hair, taking care to remove every bit of suds, and then massaged conditioned through her long strands. She turned to look at him, “ab main lagau shampoo tumhare baalo me?”

He smirked, “mere baalo ko chodo, baki body pe dhyan do.”

She giggled, grabbing the soap, and lathered her palms, watching him rub shampoo through his hair. Keeping the soap back on the stand, she applied the lather on his chest, moving in circular motion over his skin. He grinned down at her, washing his hands, and using the soap to return the favor to her. She gasped as he rubbed her breasts, his soapy fingers tugging at her nipples. His hands moved down over her flat stomach, in between her thighs and over her legs… She gasped as he kneeled down on his knees, his fingers stroking her thighs and calves, lips sliding over her smooth belly, slowly moving down… Her eyes widened as he kept moving further down, and she grabbed his hair, shrieking slightly… He looked up at her, smiling gently and then stood up to turn on the shower to wash them both. Her eyes were still wide in confusion and doubt, and he kissed her nose, “don’t worry… kisi aur din bataunga…”

As he captured her lips, she softened against him, the tension at the unexpected trajectory leaving her body. She felt him prodding against her belly and her nails dug on his shoulders. Tugging back from his lips, she asked, “phirse?”

He grinned, “tum theek ho na? Matlab… Agar tum mana karo toh…”

She smiled, “condom le aao pehle…”

He chuckled, “ek minute… towel kahan…”

“Towel ki zaroorat nahi hai”, she informed, “sink ke side wale drawer me condom ka ek box hai.”

He gaped at her for a moment, “tum… tumne bathroom me bhi condoms rakhe?”

She bit her lip, faint color staining her cheeks, “haan… woh… tumne bathroom ki baat ki thi na pehle, isiliye…”

There was a moment of silence, and then he grabbed her, kissing her in a frenzy of delight. “You are amazing”, he gasped, in between hard kisses on her swollen lips, “yahin ruko… aisai…”

She blinked twice and it seemed he was back with the pink foil in his hands, tearing it and slipping it on. He tilted his head to look at her for a second, as if deciding something and then once more lifted her up in his arms. She clutched onto him, gasping at the feeling of his probing fingers. Pressing her to the glass once more, he prodded at her entrance, slowly slipping inside her. She sucked on his ear lobe, and then murmured, “mujhe yeh bathroom wala idea bahot pasand aaya.”

He groaned, increasing his pace, and promised in a hoarse voice, “ghar pahonchke hamare bathroom me ek aur fantasy poori karenge.”