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  She looked at the face she loved so much. She loved Salim and that is the reason she was in so much pain after his reaction last night. It was the reason she was running around him like a puppy. The reality crashed in. She was in love and she needed to leave soon. But the way he was looking at her, can she dare to take some beautiful memories of him?

  “Salim” her voice was softer than earlier, more like a whisper.

  Salim heard her and his face broke into a smile. He pulled her into his arms.

  Milind walked in to see Salim hugging the life off Anita.

  “Loosen your hold bro! You don’t want to break her ribs.”

  Salim chuckled and loosened his hold but still held her in an embrace.

  “Rest.” She said, very softly.

  “Did you ask Salim to rest or do you want to rest?” Milind asked.

  Shaking her head she pointed to Salim. Salim smiled and nodded.

  “Let’s go home.”

  She was about to get down from the bed when Salim got up to support her. She swayed and in one swift motion Salim supported her, and then flinched as a searing pain shot through his shoulder.

  “You need to return to surgery soon so you don’t want to hurt your shoulder. So either you let me carry her or you wait with her without trying anything macho and I can get the wheel chair.” Milind said.

  “Wheel chair” Salim said with a grim look.

  Milind laughed out loud. “I see a Green eyed monster rearing its head in you!”

  Milind picked up Anita and was going to place her on the bed when a tall and beautiful woman walked in.

  Anita recognized her as one of the women she had seen in Gayatri’s room. Anita noticed she looked surprised at seeing Milind holding her. Milind sheepishly placed Anita back on the bed and turning toward the woman, he quickly kissed her on the forehead.

  It was then Salim noticed Milind was holding this woman differently than how he had held Anita. Somehow this was more passionate, more possessive, like the embrace of a lover.

  As Milind left to bring the wheelchair, the woman blushed.

  Salim remembered his brother had once mentioned about Milind’s fondness for her but Salim had not taken notice of it thinking it to be boyish talks they often had. “You and Milind . . . ?” Salim asked with a soft smile to which the lady nodded.

  Anita smiled. Seeing Anita smile the woman went closer to her.

  “How are you feeling now?”

  Anita nodded, indicating she was okay. The lady caressed Anita’s forehead.

  That was new, Salim thought. She normally maintained a safe distance from all.

  “So, Aunt! That was a surprise.”

  Anita looked confused and looked up to Salim. This lady seemed too young to be Salim’s aunt.

  Salim smiled and introduced the woman. “This is Sia, my mother’s youngest sister.”

  Just then Milind appeared with the wheel chair. He lifted Anita and placed her in it.

  “Too many lifts today, hmm?” Sia asked. Milind looked at Sia, surprised. He had never expected Sia to flirt so openly. Her eyes were shining with mischief.

  “It’s nice to see your flirty side, Sia!” Salim went closer to her. “May I?” Seeing her nod, he hugged her. “I am so glad for you” he said, kissing her forehead.

  Chapter 11

  Home, rest and consummate

  Soon they were both in his car. Salim moved toward her and pulled her into his arms. He noticed her reluctance and smiled at her. Soon she was resting on his strong chest, and before she realized she had slept again. When they reached home he came to her side and was about to lift her when he noticed she was awake. He smiled and gave his hand. She let him guide her to the room. It was about 2:00 in the afternoon. Salim called Seema to get some food for both of them to the room. Soon they had lunch and were fast asleep.

  Anita woke up to find Salim holding her to his chest. She was surprised at first, but she liked the warmth of his arms, liked the feeling of being cared and cherished. She snuggled closer and let her hands move over his chest.

  “If you continue that wife, I am soon going to pin you under me.” Salim murmured.

  She blushed. She tried to get up but before she knew he had pulled her back.

  “Where are you going?” He asked, his voice husky after sleep.

  She tried to free her hands but he had them trapped. “Bath.” Anita whispered. Her voice sent a tingle down his body.

  “May I join you?”

  She blushed, shook her head and left hurriedly.

  She came out of the bathroom and quickly left the room. She didn’t see Salim anywhere as she went out. Seema enquired about Gayatri, and as usual, Anita took the notepad in the kitchen and wrote about how Salim’s Grandmother’s health was improving. She helped Seema in the kitchen for some time but soon Seema shooed her away. Anita wanted to check on Salim but she was feeling oddly shy and unsure. She went to her store room, took up a book and sat there on a chair.

  A little later she heard him call her. Salim stood by the door.

  “Would you like to take a walk with me?”

  This was new. She had never gone for a walk with Salim. She remembered the memories she wished to make before she left and smiled. He gave her his hand and she took it.

  They walked along a trail that went into the woods behind the house.

  She looked at him, a little unsure.

  “Trust me, it’s all right.”

  She nodded and walked with him.

  Soon the trail led them to a small pond. They sat on some granite blocks for a long time. The evening soon turned to dusk and all the light was gone. There was only the moonlight which showed the pond in a shimmering blue color. She felt peaceful. These were the memories she wanted to carry back home. She snuggled closer. He pulled her in.

  Then he slowly lifted her chin.

  “May I kiss you, Anita?”

  She looked at him mesmerized, and then nodded.

  “Please say it.”

  “Yes!”

  “No, say the complete sentence.”

  She closed her eyes.

  “Kiss me!”

  Her broken voice was making him crazy. Now he realized how easy it is to fall in love with someone’s voice. “My God! Your voice is driving me crazy.” And without much ado his lips captured hers.

  Her hands clutched his shirt. She felt herself melting in his arms. Without realizing she moved closer to him and pressed her body against his.

  Salim smiled and parted from her for a moment. “I understand what you’re feeling, hon! I want to be close to you too.” He again captured her lips and soon his tongue was doing its own exploring.

  “Let’s go home.” Salim whispered as they stopped to grasp their breath.

  She nodded reluctantly. He lifted her chin.

  “It’s cold out here, not a good place to end up making love.” Even in the night he knew she was blushing red. “C’mon” he said.

  Soon they were home. If Seema was surprised to see them all flushed, she didn’t give any indication.

  “Would you like to have the dinner now, Sir?”

  “Call me Salim. And yes, please. We want to catch up the sleep we lost last night.”

  “Sir, I thought you did just that in the afternoon,” Seema said, tongue in cheek.

  “Touché, Seema!” Seema smiled throughout dinner. He almost dragged Anita into the bedroom once dinner was over and locked the door.

  He stood there and spread his arms. She didn’t need more invitation; she went into his arms and he held her tight. She felt the physical change in him. She tried to move, but he didn’t allow.

  “Let your body feel mine against it, hon!”

  She hid her face in his chest at his words.

  He lifted her chin and let his lips taste hers softly. Her lips parted at the soft exploration. He nibbled her lips and gasping, she turned her face. He let his lips brush against her ear and when she least expected it he nipped her ear lobe. Her sl
ender neck stretched and soon his lips and tongue and teeth claimed her skin.

  She never realized when he had guided her to the bed. Slowly his fingers eased her out of her Kurta followed by the salwar. He didn’t give a moment for her to think. His lips tenderly kissed her eye lids, nose, cheeks and lips, leaving a trail of his hot breath. She was drowned in the new sensations washing upon her body. It was driving her to the brink of craziness. She didn’t realize he had removed her barriers layer by layer, both emotional and physical.

  His hands felt her firm mounds. Immediately she pulled in her chest.

  “Don’t be shy.” his voice was soft and hoarse.

  Letting his lips slowly explore downwards, he kissed the hollow of her neck. His fingers brushed against the small yet perky buds. She again pulled in her chest and if he had not held her shoulder, she would have turned her back to him.

  “No!” he whispered again. “You’re so beautiful, you are driving me mad. Look at the power you have over me.”

  Her shy eyes locked with his and slowly she let her hands frame his face. Leaning forward she let her lips press against his forehead, his eyelids. Her moist lips traced his long slender nose. She hesitated when she reached his lips and kissed the corner and moved onto his chin and traced his jaw lines with her lips. As her lips travelled boldly to his earlobes, she nipped it and soon her lips pressed at the hollow of his neck. She slowly lifted her eyes to meet his and saw him smiling. Her long slender fingers were shaking as she helped to remove his shirt out of the way and soon her hands were tracing the shape of his broad shoulders. Her fingers slid down and felt his nipples. She felt the rumbling in his chest. She let her lips explore the area her fingers left. Soon her fingers slid down and brushed his navel.

  With a quick move he pulled her under him. “Woman, you are driving me crazy!” His voice was rough. “If you continue doing that, the show would end too soon and we can’t let that happen, can we?” His lips were the one to curve this time. Without much ado his mouth captured her shivering lips. Her body arched and raised itself to press against his. His big hands caressed her flat stomach and pushed her body down. She made a sound of protest. He smiled. His fingers soon found her dark buds and with one finger he just touched them as he released her mouth. Her eyes closed, her chest pushed forward. He pulled back his finger and saw the frown build on her forehead. Just as she was about to open her eyes, he whispered.

  “No! Don’t open your eyes. Just feel.”

  She realized the only point of contact between their bodies had been his finger on her sensitive tips just a moment ago and it was taken away. Her body wanted more of his touch. Then with his index finger and thumb, he pinched her buds, softly. She gasped as the action sent a shocking sensation through her body. When he slowly squeezed them again, she arched. Just when she thought he would take away his fingers again, she held them. She heard him chuckle.

  “You need to have patience, dear.”

  Then his fingers found the other peak and he tormented her by rolling it between his fingers. He noticed she drew up her legs and pressed her knees together. Sitting up, he let his knees straddle her, yet not touch her.

  She could feel his heat, yet he seemed far away. Every time his fingers stimulated her buds she felt a crescendo build in her. She couldn’t arch upwards enough. Taking his fingers away for a moment, he brought back both hands and let his fingers roll her small peaks between them, and before she knew she crumbled into thousand pieces with a loud gasp.

  She had read enough books to know what transpired between a man and a woman but she had never expected it to be such an earth shattering experience. She saw his eyes looking at her with fire and an odd glint of tenderness. She tried to raise her hand to touch his face but she noticed she was clutching the sheets so hard, her hands now felt like jelly. Before her eyes would lock with his in wonder, he placed his hands on either side of her waist and kissed her on her stomach. Her super sensitive body almost jumped. The jolt which passed through her body made her raise her knees.

  When he placed a kiss on her navel, her mumbling made him smile.

  She was struggling to keep quiet. His tongue flicked out to touch her navel and she gasped loud. He hoped Seema had long retired and wouldn’t hear the noise they were making. As his tongue and lips continued the torture, his hands removed the last piece of her clothing. When she felt a break from the onslaught of sensation she opened her eyes to see him get off from his boxers.

  Her eyes were dark with passion, her long black tresses spread on the bed. She looked so inviting.

  Again he lowered to kiss her senseless, and soon his body slowly pressed on hers and she let out a content sigh. He understood exactly how she felt. Kissing her, his fingers found her hidden pleasure place, and easing her legs he slowly lowered himself on her. He built her pleasure slowly and she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure again. Right at that moment he entered her and her eyes flew open at the intrusion. “Relax hon! Just breathe”

  She didn’t know what to do. The pleasure was gone and it hurt.

  He kissed her eyes which held a single tear and then her mouth where her teeth were digging on her lips. His lips brushed against her soft ones and slowly he felt her relax. After a moment her hands were around him and he started to move and slowly increased his tempo. She let out a gasp when she felt the pleasure shatter her again and as on cue he let out a moan of pleasure as well. She didn’t realize she had called his name again and again in her throes of passion.

  Finally a moan escaped his lips and he collapsed on her. He slowly raised himself and flinched a little.

  She wanted to drift into sleep holding him forever. But she noticed he was in pain, most probably because he had hurt his shoulder. She got up. She didn’t bother to pull anything over her naked body. She just walked over to the cabinet and took out the heating pad. She switched it on and kept it over his shoulder. His smile brought a smile on her face.

  Chapter 12

  Accustomed, affinity and normalcy

  “Don’t you want to wear anything?” Salim asked with a naughty glint in his eyes.

  Picking up her notepad she wrote and handed it over, “You just saw me like this: naked. So why should I bother with it?”

  He started laughing out loud.

  She shrugged. And again wrote, “Do you have a problem with it? Does my nakedness affect you that much?” She smiled that naughty smile again as she handed over the notepad.

  This time he pulled her to him. “Affecting me, sure it does.” All he had to do was place her hand on his changing anatomy. Her curious eyes turned wide and she averted them, blushing.

  He laughed and pulled her closer so that his lips were touching her ears, “it is all yours to learn and explore.”

  She woke up to his restless fingers exploring her body. She smiled and turned towards him, giving more access to his naughty hands. Soon they were thrown into the throes of pleasures. It felt so right. After some time he couldn’t sleep so he got up covering her soft blushing body in the blanket. It was while bathing he heard the door to the shower enclosure open. He heard her gasp at the water temperature. He had not taken a warm shower, instead, it was cold. He wanted to cool his lingering hunger. He wanted to give her some space and here she was, tempting him. Soon she discovered a new way to enjoy a shower, plastered to the wall.

  Anita felt buoyant as she went to pick his tablets when she stopped in her tracks. She realized the room was somehow different but she couldn’t exactly place her finger on it. The sudden realization dawned; Ananya’s photos were removed. Soon Salim came looking for her and saw her brooding over something. “What happened?”

  She turned without acknowledging and before he could react she picked the notepad and wrote. “When did you remove Ananya’s photos?”

  “Yesterday, after our afternoon nap.” Salim answered.

  She stayed silent.

  “Did that offend you?” Salim asked when he got no reply.

  She frowned at
his question and wrote in the notepad.

  “No, No! I was wondering when you moved it. I am sorry. I don’t have a problem with it.”

  He nodded, yet a nagging doubt remained. He lifted her chin. She looked into his eyes and with a soft smile she leaned forward to kiss the corner of his lips. He smiled. “I want that smile on your face always.” He kissed softly on her cheeks.

  He had two more days before he would join the hospital back. He wanted to know more about Anita. He made sure he was always around her, asking questions. Some questions made her blush and sometimes she was excited to share her thoughts and opinions. She felt awkward writing some of them and once he finished reading he noticed she was tearing up the papers. Then he broke out laughing, she didn’t want any other eyes to view them. He pulled her into him and kissed her until they both felt they would die due to lack of oxygen.

  “What called for that?” She asked with the naughty smile.

  “You, just you!”

  She snuggled closer to him and kissed his lips hard, then let him free.

  Her smile now transferred to him.

  “What brought that on?”

  She smiled and replied in the sign language, “Us!”

  He frowned. “You mean us?”

  With a smile, she nodded.

  She wrote again. “Why do you frown whenever I use sign language?”

  “Because I don’t understand it. I need to learn it.” His eyes had a faraway look. “I don’t know if I will have enough time. They have scheduled a crazy list for me. I don’t know when I will have time.” He looked back at her. “I will try to manage time for us, but please understand and give me time to adjust back to the schedule.”

  She leaned on his chest and nodded. “Always.”

  He didn’t know she had already planned how NOT to let her life interfere his busy schedule.

  The two days just flew by. Either they were busy talking or exploring each other physically. She was surprised by the different things she learned. She had a shy side but when it came to making love he noticed her dormant naughty streak often came out. The last two days were full of laughter and fun. But the good times always come to an end.