Artha
Since it had been last minute, brother could only get two empty seats next to each other, the other seat was right at the back. The loner seat was mine.
“I can't even remember if I locked my door.” Dean was telling Arjun as we walked down the aisle, looking for our seats. “This is a one-way ticket, how long are we gonna stay for?” I was following behind them.“I don't know, D. Indian weddings are so complicated.”
“I hope I switched off my stove.” D continued. Arjun groaned. “If you're going to complain all the way then go sit on Artha's seat.” “Or you go sit on Artha's seat.” He responded. “I don't want to have to hear you complain about how much you don't want to get married for 19 hours.” “Oh, my friend, I do want to get married now actually.” He answered as he moved into his seat. “Is that why you sent us last minute invitations?”“Would you have rather not been invited?”
“They say that when someone invites you last minute, you shouldn’t accept the invitation because it means that they were not planning on inviting you in the first place.”
I was going to walk past when Dean suddenly took my hand. My heart almost beat out of my chest. What was he thinking taking my hand like that when brother was around? I looked over at Arjun to see if he had caught a glimpse of this. He was busy putting his luggage on the overhead compartment, talking, but not looking. I shot Dean an are-you-crazy? look. He proceeded to want to touch my face, but I pulled away. “You okay?” He whispered. I nodded quickly, turning away just before Arjun turned to face us. “It's like 5am in India, why is dad sending me messages.” Arjun said as he sat down. “What did he say?” I heard Dean say as I walked past their seat.“He sent me a picture.”
I passed the other passengers as they all fiddled around, packing away their luggage, shifting around in their seats or changing channels on the seatback screens. The air smelt fresh and felt cool. The last time I had been on a plane, I must have been 10 or 11. I had blurred memories of dad picking me up from school in the middle of class, my clothes already in his car, and driving us to the airport. I found my seat at the back. I only had two hours to pack for this flight, so I just packed a few of my dresses that I thought would be wedding worthy. Oh no! I just realized that I forgot to pack shoes. Who packs a dress but forgets the shoes, Artha? I groaned in frustration, getting the attention of the man sitting next to me. He stared at me briefly and frowned. I raised an eyebrow at him and waited for him to look away before I looked away. What are you looking at? I sighed, could this day get any worse? I was really going to spend 19 hours in this flight with having to stare at the back of Dean's head from a distance. He and I had always fantasized about our honeymoon, saying that we would use it as an opportunity to both travel out of the continent since he had never left North America before. Now here we were, leaving the continent, on the same flight, for an unexpected wedding and sitting 8 rows away from each other. How nice.Arjun “He sent me a picture of the girl.” Dean leaned closer to me as I opened the image. “Oooh!” He beamed. And then when I opened the image, “Woah... she actually looks so... beautiful.” It took me a brief moment, but I recognized the face. Dad sent her name with the picture, saying that he had taken the picture today at the henna ceremony. But I didn't have to read it to know who she was. Preetah Arora. She still looked the same. The only difference was that she looked older, more woman-like. She was wearing a scarf over her head, smiling from ear to ear and holding up her hands to display her painted hands. On her palms, in Hindi, I read my name. “What do you think about her?” Dean nudged me, bringing me back to reality. “Not bad.” I responded, switching off my screen. “Not bad? Is that all you have to say?” Dean asked me, grinning. “This girl looks hot, dude.” “It's a half picture.” I argued. “So? Look at her face, and smile...” “Why are you trying so hard to make me believe she’s all that?” “Why are you being stubborn?” “Why haven't you had a girlfriend for the past 2 years?” “Touché.” I laughed at him, he joined in later, telling me that he was waiting for the right one. As he went on, my mind trailed off. How in the world did my family in India only pick Preetah Arora for me to marry? Out of all the women in India, as over-populated as it was, why Preetah? Does she know that I am the man coming from America to marry her? “Arjun!” I remember how she called me from her desk. She had looked so scared, desperate, and anxious at the same time. I remember my heart ringing in my ears as she started walking towards me. I don't remember if she said anything or what it was, but I remember her continue stepping closer to me. Why did she come so close? What did her friend convince her to do? If dad hadn't walked in, what would she have done? I remember her smiling at me, the same huge smile in the picture, with her dimples. In the picture though, the dimples did not look as deep as they were that day, when she smiled at me. I was nervous that day, my palms were sweating and hands trembling. She was the most beautiful girl in our class, she had the darkest hair and thickest. I often watched it bounce whenever she walked to the board or out of the class. Since she was a top achiever, she was always being called up to the front of the class. The teachers said that I was shy, so they rather called her up, not knowing that she too was shy. They didn't see it, but I saw it. Preetah's hands were always trembling softly whenever she was at the front. Always. And her mouth always dried up, as a result, she would always lick her bottom lip whenever she spoke. With her scarf over her head in that picture, I wondered whether her hair was as pitch dark as it was in high school. Dark hair that matched her dark bushy eyebrows, and long eyelashes. All that, coupled with thick brown lips. Along with those memories, came the abrupt arrival of the nightmares and scars... My mind began to banter... how could I marry someone that I loathed for so long? Someone whose memories I used as unsavoury motivation. I gnashed my teeth and clenched my fist as a few of those traumatic memories quickly clouded my thoughts, one after another. Dad, strucking me across the jaw - I saw my 18-year-old-self fly to the ground, in front of the girl he liked and grunt in agony. As he continued hitting me, I spat blood. “Take off your clothes!” Dad had roared at me when we stepped into the house. He didn't care that my 5-year-old sister was in the room. He ripped my clothes when I didn't obey and whipped me with a bundle of electrical wires until I was too weak to cry. He tormented me for the rest of that year, and the following, until I was rescued by that bursary. If I hadn't come across that bursary and applied, I wouldn't have been selected, and if I hadn't been trying to get away, I wouldn't have applied. Since Preetah was as smart as me, she motivated me to push harder without even being aware of it. But that was not the only way she motivated me. Because of what she did that day, she had unleashed my father's deep-seated hostility. She had created a partner for my psychological abuse- physical scars. So I hated her for that, every single day, until I left. ***We landed in Lal Bahadur Shastri Airport around 12am. I remember the joy I felt the last time I was here, waiting for my flight to America. I felt like a leashed dog finally set free. I remember marvelling at the magnitude of the place and its blinding lights. But here I was, 10 years later, having set foot in many many airports, that this particular one seemed too familiar.
“I am still surprised that they have airports this grand in India.” Dean was amazed. “Doesn't look much different than ours.” “How far is the hotel from here?” Artha asked me. “They said 10 minutes’ drive.” “I need a bed right now.” Dean said and then let out an exhausted yawn. “How many rooms did you book?” “Five.” I answered, as I gestured to a taxi. “Five?” Dean stopped me just for clarity. “He's being sarcastic.” Artha answered him. “You know... there's a really good night club close to the hotel.” I nudged him. “I checked online. It has good reviews.” “And?” Artha answered. “I am not talking to you, since when does clubs concern you?” I asked, as the taxi driver began loading our luggage into his trunk quickly, like he was rushing to take us where we needed to be. She rolled her eyes and looked away. “Don't be rude to her!” Dean grinned, throwing an arm over her. I walked to them, removed his arm from around her neck, and then entered the taxi. That made Dean laugh. “So overprotective, geez.” He said after he came in on the other side, after Artha. “Am I not supposed to be?” I answered. “Driver, we are going to Taj Ganges Hotel.” “Okay.” The driver, responded. His Indian accent was thick, like father's.” “As I was saying, there's this really nice-looking club, I think it will be lit. Let's go.” “Aren't you tired?” Artha asked, giving an attitude. “It's my wedding tomorrow...” I then looked at the time. “Actually today, in a couple of hours.” I grinned. “I thought you were not happy about getting married.” Artha sounded nonchalant. “So you want like a bachelor party?” “Yes, D!” I reached over Artha to shake his arm wildly. “We're in a different country, let's do something exciting!” “Like what?” Dean answered, unenthusiastically. He didn't seem keen. “Why are you being so boring?” I shook his arm again, trying to instil in him the vigour I felt. Perhaps it was the 18-year-old me speaking, wanting to defy everything I was taught while I was here. “Dean is tired—” “I told you; this has nothing to do with you.” I sucked my teeth, annoyed with her constant interruptions. “D, we go drop our luggage, shower or whatever, and then go.” “I am tired, bro. She's right.” Dean told me. “You need to be fresh anyway, your wedding is in a couple of hours.” Maybe it was just me trying to block out my traumatic experiences in this country, but I didn't see myself lying on a bed and staring at the ceiling. The adrenaline spiked my veins, washing out every bit of tiredness I felt when I was on the plane. “Then let's go see my wife then.” I smiled at him. Dean laughed. “You're not serious.” “I am serious.” I laughed. “It's 12 in the morning, she's fast asleep right now, getting in her beauty sleep.” “I'll wake her.” “You're acting like a teenager in love, Arjun.” “I'm not in love, I just want to do something out of the ordinary.” “You can't see her before the wedding, it's bad luck.” Artha said, keeping her eyes on whatever she was doing on her phone. “Apparently, Indian girls are so innocent and so good, I wanna see her.” “What's that supposed to mean?” Artha asked me, pulling a disgusted face. “You know what, it's my wedding day, I'll do whatever I want.” I told them. I didn't go to her; I didn't even know her house. I didn't have her number also. So we went to that club, Dean came with me, after refusing so much. After we dropped Artha to her room, Dean changed his mind and decided to join me. Said that he was coming to keep me safe. At the club, we met a group of girls and had an enjoyable time collectively. We stayed for two hours and then decided to go back. I picked the prettiest girl in the group and took her back to the hotel with me. Dean refused to take any of the others, saying that he was too drunk and just wanted to sleep. With the girl there, there was nothing to think about, except her body. I could block out the sounds of the electrical wires against my bare skin, my dad's angry shouting, Artha's crying, and the pain those memories carried.Dean
We got back around 3am. I wasn’t that drunk. I knew that in a couple of hours we would have to be up early again, so I went easy on the shots and glasses of whiskey. Arjun was the one gulping down glasses of liquor as if he was not planning on waking up at all.
I leaned against the white door and knocked. The corridor was well lit and just a few doors away, Arjun was slumming it with some girl from the club so chances of him leaving his room right now was 1 out of 100. So, I was safe.
After a few more knocks Artha finally responded.
“Who is it?” She sounded sleepy.
“Me…” I whispered. “Dean…”
When she opened the door, she poked her head out to look down the corridor. She looked afraid. “Where’s Arjun?”
I went for her waist and began kissed her neck. “He is in his room.”
“You smell like alcohol.” She said as I pulled her into the room.
“And you smell fruity. Hmm.”
“Did you guys go out?”
I nodded and then began giving her pecks.
“So, you acted like you didn’t want to go and as soon as I turned my back you…”
She trailed off and gave into my kisses. She smelt of her bodywash; cranberry… As we locked lips, I ran my hands through her hair, feeling its fullness. I carried her to the bed and laid her down, climbing on top.
I look forward to the day that I would be able to go all the way. The day I would make her hold on tightly to my bear body and hear her scream in pleasure. My little Artha…
I climbed off her and laid beside her. She cozed up closely to me and kissed me a couple of times on my lips before laying on my chest and falling asleep.
I took out my phone and checked my inbox. Before opening a particular message, I looked to her to see if she was indeed sleeping.
It read: So u went to India wo me :( How long u staying? IMY.
The message came with a headless shot of her in a red bra with one of the straps hanging down her shoulder.
I quickly looked over at Artha and then messaged back: Sorry, I was busy. Miss your body. Don’t know how long we gonna stay. Good night (it’s 3am here). ILY.
I selected the messages and deleted it. After setting an alarm for 6am, I put my phone on Do Not Disturb and then pulled Artha’s body on top of mine. She smiled at me when she woke up.
“Aren’t you going to sleep in your room?” She asked.
“You’re chasing me away already?” I smiled back at her. “I just got here, I miss you…”
“Where did you and Arjun go?”
“To wherever he wanted us to go.” I answered and then yawned. “You know your brother.”
“He wants me to be so perfect, but he can go to clubs and change girls like the weather.”
“Hm…” I turned my head to the side; I was physically exhausted. The flight was long, and then having to go clubbing with Arjun to ensure he came back to the room on time drained me even more. And whenever Artha started complaining about Arjun, she never stopped. “Let’s not think about him, we’re here together, in this moment, me and you...”
“In India.” She grinned.
“Exactly, in a different country.”
“Different continent.”
I nodded and then we shared a long kiss. “I love you, bear.”
“I love you, D.”
We were quiet for a while.
“You know,” she began, “I forgot to pack my heels.”
I chuckled. “We can go buy you one before the wedding.”
She nodded and then placed her face in the crook of my neck. A few seconds later, her breathing got heavier, and faster, she was asleep again.
I tightened my grip around her and sighed a peaceful sigh. It did not take me long to fall asleep after that.
Arjun Loud drums pounced the air, accompanied by cheering and singing all the way to the wedding venue. If I had gotten at least 4 hours of sleep last night, all of this going on wouldn't have seemed like a commotion. But right now, I had a major headache, and I was feeling weak. Dean had woken me up so early this morning, passing me Dad's call. We then met up with Dad and shopped for everything we needed and made the arrangements that we did not know we needed to make until this morning. Everything felt so rushed and stressful. I felt like someone out of my own body, just being dragged everywhere and being told what to do and where to stand.As I rode the white horse to the wedding hall, the others followed, walking beside me. It was scorching hot, and I felt like a fish hung to dry up here. When we arrived, I got off the horse and dad and my other uncles prompted me to walk in front of the group. I was to lead when I had no clue what was going on. It was like attending someone else'
Arjun I woke up by the sting of a mosquito. I hissed in pain, watching it fly away. How the hell is there mosquitos in a hotel room? And this is supposed to be a five-star hotel? Unbelievable. I had to squint because of the bright light. I was going to cover my eyes with my hand, but my hand stopped halfway to my face when I realized that I was laying on Preetah's chest. I frowned, did she watch me fall asleep or did she sleep before me? I lifted my body up a little and then looked down at her. She was fast asleep, her hair forming a silky layer over her pillow. Clearly, she was used to mosquitos. I looked from her hair to her inviting lips. I couldn't resist the temptation to kiss them. She stayed asleep after the kiss, just turned her head to the other side, as if disturbed. I stayed looking at the side of her face, but only for a few seconds because she turned her whole body away. I stared at her bare back, which looked smooth and had the colour of caramel. She had a mole on the
ArjunWe arrived in New York around 8 in the morning. It was a chilly morning.“Welcome to America.” I said, as we made our way through the airbridge.Preetah smiled up at me, her eyes widening, showing her excitement.“I think this is better than going to China!” She answered. “I don't think China—” She was stopped short when a lady in a rush bumped into her.“Can you walk?” The lady turned and snarled at her.“Sorry.” Preetah apologised instead of the lady that had come from behind us.“Why are you apologizing to her?” I cut in. “She's the one that...” I trailed off when the lady stopped in front of us to hear what I was about to say. She looked like she was ready for an argument and was just waiting for me to finish my statement.She looked angry but cute. She was wearing very short blue shorts and a black and white vest, exposing her cleavage. Hmm...“Finish your sentence.” Her menacing voice brought me back.“You should apologise to her, not the other way around.” I told her, but
Arjun Preetah looked like she was on the verge of tears. I didn't understand why she would think we would fly her father over – was it because of the court wedding? Court weddings weren't even that serious. And here she was, about to cry as if somebody had just died. “Babuji,” She turned to face dad. “You told me that father would be coming with us.” She then turned to me and that's when tears fell down her cheeks. I turned my heard away. I didn't have the patience for this."Are you really crying?" I asked, ignoring the stares of the other people in the room. Gosh, this was so embarrassing. "Why are you crying?"“Arjun, you said that father would be coming after us, remember? I asked you about it at the hotel and you said that he will be coming with—” “I was talking about my father.” I answered, my voice clear that I wasn't liking this one bit. “Why would your father come here? This is just a court wedding, exchange vows and sign some papers, done.” “Babuji told me that he would b
Dean I felt so weak, exhausted. For the past 3 days, I felt like I've been running on reserve energy. I'm glad Arjun gave me the day off. I was grateful. Especially that I would have never gotten it had it been me asking of my own accord. Arjun was a good friend when it came to other stuff but in business — he didn't know family or friends. Even on my sick days he demanded a sick note from the doctor. Imagine. “Can't believe you really left me here for three days.” Bianca told me, cozing up to me. “You could've taken me with you, you know?” She placed a soft hand on my neck and the other interlocking with my fingers. The thing with Bianca is, she was very physical. Her love language was touch. The only time she wasn't clinging onto me was when Artha was around. I loved it though. I loved her softness and femininity. “I told you; it wasn't my place to invite you.” I answered, leaning towards her instinctively, I don’t know. Everything about her just draws me in, made me feel some k
PreetahAfter lunch, which was pizza and cold drinks, both Artha and Babaji went back to their rooms and left me alone in the living room. It was boring without a phone or anyone to talk to. I didn't know how to turn the large flat screen on, it didn't seem to have a remote.After sitting on the couch for too long, I took a walk in the garden, just to have something to do. The house was already spotless, there was nothing to clean. I spent some time outside and then came back to the couch after I had looked at all the different kind of flowers Arjun had in his front yard.I actually missed my class. I am sure they were missing me too. If I was still back there, I would have been giving them back their maths assignments that I had marked and then do revision. It was always beautiful seeing their eyes light up after I explained something.“The kids seem to really like you, not that I care but, the maths pass rates this term for all the classes you teach sky rocketed compared to the term
Preetah I don't know whether it was him standing so close to me, his voice so soft and provocative or his hand lifting my chin to look at him – but I was dying! “Say you want it.” I was so nervous but I build up a little courage. “I want it.” “And what exactly do you want?” He moved his hand back to my neck, which made my womanhood tingle with excitement. “Hmm?” “You...” I responded. His lips curled upward, as if satisfied with my answer. He then began kissing me again. He placed my hands around his neck and reached for my bum. He pinned me against the door as his kisses became more passionate and his breathing got heavier. He then lifted me off the floor and took me to the bed. He sat at the edge of the and I stood in front of him, he pulled down my pants and kissed my thighs in the process. I just had my top now. He stood up and kissed my neck as he pulled down his pants. He ran his fingers over my vagina, a couple of times. “Hmm...” He moaned. “You're so wet.” He sat on
Arjun Artha looked like she was hiding something, and Dean looked like he knew what it was. Dean smiled nervously as the elevator doors began opening. “Well, we're all gonna need a seat for this one—” “Oh, there he is!” A man in a grey suit exalted, upon seeing us. I immediately recognized him. “Trevor Noah!” I reflected his excitement. “Bosses don't need to come early, right?” He chuckled as we shook hands. I shook my head, laughing too. “I don't believe in that. I just had a little emergency at home this morning.” I gestured to my office. “Please and welcome.” “Emergency or your wife kept you busy this morning?” He said and then laughed. I shared in the laugh although I found it a bit creepy that he managed to guess it. “I can see your face saying, 'wait, how did he know, but let me laugh so he doesn't think it’s true'.” He laughed as I closed the door behind him. “Am I right?” “Well...” I kept my grin as I went around my table. “Please have a seat.” “I am a presenter, I c
Preetah Arjun said bye this morning. He told me that we were invited to a show called Trevor's Ark and I had to be ready by 6pm. He said that he would come home, shower and then we would leave. He also told me that I have homework: to stream as many episodes of it as I could to know how it worked and how people behaved there. For that, he showed me how the TV in the room worked. He then left after I gave him his coffee and then I stayed in bed the whole morning, with no motivation to start my day. I only had one thing on my mind. Later I left the room and went back to the laundry basket. I took the white shirt and examined it for more red lipstick marks but there were just the ones on the collar. After looking at it for so long, as if it would answer my questions, I smelt it. It smelt purely of one of Arjun's many expensive colognes. Am I going crazy? Was I over-analyzing this situation? I hated this feeling of fighting myself internally, one part of me saying it could be anyt
Arjun I got off the bed and pulled on my shorts. Preetah was still in the bathroom and had left the door ajar. When I opened the door, she was standing in the bathroom, holding one of my shirts. She looked so sexy standing there barefoot in my t-shirt, with her hair falling over her shoulders. At least she was beautiful. I lifted the toilet seat and began urinating. “What are you doing?” I asked, without really looking back at her. “Nothing.” She responded and then left the bathroom. When I came back from the bathroom, I switched off the lights and snuck under the covers, wishing I could pull her body towards mine, but I didn't want her to think I was needy for affection, so I didn't. After treating her like I didn't like her all week, well I thought I didn't like her, I found myself almost telling her what happened to my mom. I had never even thought about speaking about it before, but I almost did with her. Not that Dean or dad was right, but I couldn't deny the fact th
DeanIt was Steve. His eyes widened just for about 2 seconds before he wiped all the expression from his face. “Uhm... Madam Preetah said that she would leave a plate of food for me in the microwave.” He said nervously, avoiding both our eyes. “Oh.” Both Artha and I said simultaneously and surprisingly almost bumped into each other, trying to go for the microwave.“You can go...” I told her, moving away to let her pass.She took the plate out of the microwave and passed it to Steve. He thanked us awkwardly and then left quickly.Artha and I exchanged looks. I shook my head.“I think this is a sign.” She told me.“What sign?” I frowned. “Don't be sentimental. There is no sign. We are not telling Arjun anything.”She began filling the takeaway with more food from the pot. “It's only a matter of time before Preetah tells Arjun.”
Preetah Arjun came home around 2pm with Dean, I was writing when I heard him and Dean's voice coming from the living room. They were loud and speaking over each other. I frowned, abandoning my book and running out of the room, my heart racing. I stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down, only to see them laughing and then Arjun playfully shoving Dean. Was this really Arjun? Smiling, talking, and having fun like this? I saw Artha come out from her room, tuck her hair behind her ears and approach them both. “Afternoon guys.” She greeted them as they took a seat. She sat on the one end of the same couch as Dean. “Afternoon.” They responded. “So you decided to come visit today?” Artha asked Dean. “This is my house.” Dean answered jovially. “I gave Arjun a one-week break because he had just gotten married. Didn't want to take all the attention from Preetah.” “This guy...” Arjun said and then laughed. “I'm gonna go make me some coffee, this guy doesn't even have coffee in
Arjun“Okay, Angelique, I must leave now. I'm too drunk.” I got up from the table. She got up and placed her hands around my neck. “My name is Kaylene.” She then kissed me. “Okay, that's it.” I said, breaking the kiss. “I need my bed. If I don't leave now, I'll pass out here. And that's not a good image for me.” “Sure, let's go then.” We walked out of the club, and she helped me not fall over all the way to my car. “Thank you for a lit night, Angelique.” I said as I fumbled for my car keys. “You're not gonna drive, are you?” She asked. “Call an Uber, I don't wanna die. I am only 35.” “No, no, honey. You're not gonna die, I am not taking you with—” “Why not?” Her face fell. I unlocked my car and was about to enter but she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. “Don't be boring, let's go finish off our night, baby.” She pulled me towards her by my shirt and kissed my neck. “Don't you... want... me?” She asked between kisses. “Come on, baby.” “Tempting but...” I pushed her away
Preetah Did I get used to spending my days completely alone in a two-story house? No. Every day was the same and really boring. Eating takeaway food and not doing anything except make our bed. I even gained some weight. My joys came when Arjun would come home, be it at 4.30pm, which was rare, 5pm or 6pm. But even when he came home, the only time he showed interest in me was if he wanted sex. When I would ask him about his day, he would give one-word answers or not answer at all. Maybe he was just not talkative, and I couldn't force him to be. About my father? Babuji always gave me vague answers about how far Arjun was with the process of getting him here. I was afraid to ask Arjun directly because of how he had responded the other day.Ding-dong! That must be the guy that will fix the aircon that Arjun told me would be coming. I looked in the camera and saw the back of the head of a man wearing a green cap. I wondered if he was the one. I took the chance and buzzed him in. I watc
Arjun Artha looked like she was hiding something, and Dean looked like he knew what it was. Dean smiled nervously as the elevator doors began opening. “Well, we're all gonna need a seat for this one—” “Oh, there he is!” A man in a grey suit exalted, upon seeing us. I immediately recognized him. “Trevor Noah!” I reflected his excitement. “Bosses don't need to come early, right?” He chuckled as we shook hands. I shook my head, laughing too. “I don't believe in that. I just had a little emergency at home this morning.” I gestured to my office. “Please and welcome.” “Emergency or your wife kept you busy this morning?” He said and then laughed. I shared in the laugh although I found it a bit creepy that he managed to guess it. “I can see your face saying, 'wait, how did he know, but let me laugh so he doesn't think it’s true'.” He laughed as I closed the door behind him. “Am I right?” “Well...” I kept my grin as I went around my table. “Please have a seat.” “I am a presenter, I c
Preetah I don't know whether it was him standing so close to me, his voice so soft and provocative or his hand lifting my chin to look at him – but I was dying! “Say you want it.” I was so nervous but I build up a little courage. “I want it.” “And what exactly do you want?” He moved his hand back to my neck, which made my womanhood tingle with excitement. “Hmm?” “You...” I responded. His lips curled upward, as if satisfied with my answer. He then began kissing me again. He placed my hands around his neck and reached for my bum. He pinned me against the door as his kisses became more passionate and his breathing got heavier. He then lifted me off the floor and took me to the bed. He sat at the edge of the and I stood in front of him, he pulled down my pants and kissed my thighs in the process. I just had my top now. He stood up and kissed my neck as he pulled down his pants. He ran his fingers over my vagina, a couple of times. “Hmm...” He moaned. “You're so wet.” He sat on
PreetahAfter lunch, which was pizza and cold drinks, both Artha and Babaji went back to their rooms and left me alone in the living room. It was boring without a phone or anyone to talk to. I didn't know how to turn the large flat screen on, it didn't seem to have a remote.After sitting on the couch for too long, I took a walk in the garden, just to have something to do. The house was already spotless, there was nothing to clean. I spent some time outside and then came back to the couch after I had looked at all the different kind of flowers Arjun had in his front yard.I actually missed my class. I am sure they were missing me too. If I was still back there, I would have been giving them back their maths assignments that I had marked and then do revision. It was always beautiful seeing their eyes light up after I explained something.“The kids seem to really like you, not that I care but, the maths pass rates this term for all the classes you teach sky rocketed compared to the term