A month passed. He had talked to Ramya and Vinod. He had made them understand his feelings and the reason why he didn’t let them know about Shweta’s like for him. They were not satisfied with his explanation. But as days went, their anger and hurt, Ramya’s in particular, subsided and they began being normal.
Shweta called Shiva’s home that evening. She wanted him to come to her place. He said he couldn’t stay for long as he had works to be completed. Her mom and dad were leaving to attend a marriage reception when he reached her place. They asked her to be careful while they were away. She was wearing a black casual pant and a yellow tee shirt. It suited her complexion perfectly. And it also showed how perfect her figure was. He told himself not to stare at her or look at what he was not supposed to look.
Shiva and Shweta talked for a while. She showed him photos of her childhood. She was very cute even as a kid. She still was! They were sitting together. Next to each other. Their shoulders touched. Her thigh rubbed against his. The smell of her perfume combined with her shampoo gave rise to a fragrance that was intoxicating. She finished showing the photos. She asked him if he had to leave. It was more a request not to leave than an enquiry whether he had to. He joked that staying a little bit longer wouldn’t hurt and he winked. They sat together without a word. She made no effort to move away. He also hoped she doesn’t. He liked it. He had not expected this. But he liked it.
He was having his hand on his thigh. She suddenly put her hand on top of his. He didn’t know what to do. He misunderstood that to be her want to feel protected. So he put his other hand on top of hers, tried conveying her not to fear and that he was with her. She withdrew her hand that was sandwiched between his two hands. And she held his arm with both her hands, rested her head in it and started sobbing. She was holding on to him like a kid holding on to its mother. The kid feared it would lose its mother if it released the grip. She felt, she would miss him if she left him.
She wanted him to tell her that even he liked her and wanted her as much as she did. She also wanted him to feel the magnitude of her want. She wanted to hug him. But she hesitated. Even after making her want for him so evident he was not reacting much. All he did was, move about restlessly in his place. He squirmed. She closed her eyes. She wanted him. She was not worried about the immediate consequences. She wanted him to feel her want. She wanted him to want her.
She moved a little away from him and stood. Pulled him away from the bed. They both were standing now. Their eyes locked. Like a snake jumping on its prey before it escaped, she flung her arms around his shoulders and held him tight. Their bodies were together. He could feel the soft swell of her breasts against his chest. His heart began to pound! He was speechless. He couldn’t move! She wouldn’t let him move! She tightened her grip. He stood not knowing what to do. Her weeping made those soft yet firm breasts press harder against his chest. He closed his eyes too. He felt his manhood coming to life… What was he doing? He was not supposed to be here! This was madness! Complete madness! His senses were screaming! They were asking him to push her aside and walk away. But he couldn’t.
He stood frozen like a statue. He was in a state of utter amazement and shock. His fingers were out stretched. His toes were digging the floor. He bit his lips and breathed in hard. Finally he put his hands around her fleshy hips. He also held her tight. His ‘disturbing’ senses began to die down. He was now being ruled by his wants, desires and needs. They both remained still. She stopped sobbing. The silence in that room was broken by the creaking of her ceiling fan and the pounding of their hearts. They stood united. Their souls mingling. Their unsaid feelings were conveyed to each other through their bodies.
Then he broke that silence. He moved his hands up, caressing her while doing so. He brought his hands to her chin. He held his head a few millimeters in front of hers. He could smell her skin. It was a smell he could feel only when he stood as close to her as he did. He pulled her hair back and moved his head forward. He stopped next to her ears. And whispered into them… Audible only to her…
“I love you too……”
Shweta called Shiva’s home that evening. She wanted him to come to her place. He said he couldn’t stay for long as he had works to be completed. Her mom and dad were leaving to attend a marriage reception when he reached her place. They asked her to be careful while they were away. She was wearing a black casual pant and a yellow tee shirt. It suited her complexion perfectly. And it also showed how perfect her figure was. He told himself not to stare at her or look at what he was not supposed to look.
Shiva and Shweta talked for a while. She showed him photos of her childhood. She was very cute even as a kid. She still was! They were sitting together. Next to each other. Their shoulders touched. Her thigh rubbed against his. The smell of her perfume combined with her shampoo gave rise to a fragrance that was intoxicating. She finished showing the photos. She asked him if he had to leave. It was more a request not to leave than an enquiry whether he had to. He joked that staying a little bit longer wouldn’t hurt and he winked. They sat together without a word. She made no effort to move away. He also hoped she doesn’t. He liked it. He had not expected this. But he liked it.
He was having his hand on his thigh. She suddenly put her hand on top of his. He didn’t know what to do. He misunderstood that to be her want to feel protected. So he put his other hand on top of hers, tried conveying her not to fear and that he was with her. She withdrew her hand that was sandwiched between his two hands. And she held his arm with both her hands, rested her head in it and started sobbing. She was holding on to him like a kid holding on to its mother. The kid feared it would lose its mother if it released the grip. She felt, she would miss him if she left him.
She wanted him to tell her that even he liked her and wanted her as much as she did. She also wanted him to feel the magnitude of her want. She wanted to hug him. But she hesitated. Even after making her want for him so evident he was not reacting much. All he did was, move about restlessly in his place. He squirmed. She closed her eyes. She wanted him. She was not worried about the immediate consequences. She wanted him to feel her want. She wanted him to want her.
She moved a little away from him and stood. Pulled him away from the bed. They both were standing now. Their eyes locked. Like a snake jumping on its prey before it escaped, she flung her arms around his shoulders and held him tight. Their bodies were together. He could feel the soft swell of her breasts against his chest. His heart began to pound! He was speechless. He couldn’t move! She wouldn’t let him move! She tightened her grip. He stood not knowing what to do. Her weeping made those soft yet firm breasts press harder against his chest. He closed his eyes too. He felt his manhood coming to life… What was he doing? He was not supposed to be here! This was madness! Complete madness! His senses were screaming! They were asking him to push her aside and walk away. But he couldn’t.
He stood frozen like a statue. He was in a state of utter amazement and shock. His fingers were out stretched. His toes were digging the floor. He bit his lips and breathed in hard. Finally he put his hands around her fleshy hips. He also held her tight. His ‘disturbing’ senses began to die down. He was now being ruled by his wants, desires and needs. They both remained still. She stopped sobbing. The silence in that room was broken by the creaking of her ceiling fan and the pounding of their hearts. They stood united. Their souls mingling. Their unsaid feelings were conveyed to each other through their bodies.
Then he broke that silence. He moved his hands up, caressing her while doing so. He brought his hands to her chin. He held his head a few millimeters in front of hers. He could smell her skin. It was a smell he could feel only when he stood as close to her as he did. He pulled her hair back and moved his head forward. He stopped next to her ears. And whispered into them… Audible only to her…
“I love you too……”
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