“What’s wrong with you, Baskar? Have I told you that I am afraid of darkness? What I asked you is whether I would switch off the light.”
“Yes…yes….I’m wrong. Due to French kiss, my mind got baffled.” Baskar nodded.
“Do you prefer to lollygag?” Shyamala asked smiling and batting her eyelashes.
At that time, she slipped her mantle of her saree so that her jacket was exposed to his eyes clearly. It looked like a full moon after dispelled by the clouds. She got up from the bed and switched off the light.
“Why did you switch off the light?”
“To see me this oil lamp is enough.” Shyamala replied remaining exposed her jacket to be ogled by him.
In the dim light he could see the contour of her boobs concealed inside her jacket and she noticed it as his eyes were swarming around her erect breasts.
“Why do you hesitate?” Shyamala whispered.
“For what?”
Shyamala knew that he was simulating as if he hadn’t known what she said.