‘Listen,’ he crooned into her ear, as if to cajole her subconsciousness, ‘I’ll be here soon, never to part again.’
‘Oh, I may die of happiness,’ she hugged him tightly, and said coyly, ‘When is that?’
‘Next month itself,’ he whispered, as if it were a secret for her ears only.
‘That means’ she said, cupping him at the source of her joy, ‘the Don would be on double duty.’
‘Won’t it be doubly blessed then? What a rare fortune?’ he said joyously.
‘What if Sandhya comes to know?’ she said worried.
‘Doesn’t she love us enough to rejoice at our love,’ he said dreamily.
‘Then, why not put her into the loop straightaway?’ she said looking at him expectantly.
‘Wait for a while for it’s no good jolting her now,’ he said contemplatively.
‘Do you feel guilty since you love her?’ she asked in apprehension.
‘I always knew that I wanted both of you,’ he said with conviction. ‘What about you?’
‘I want to be a share-farmer and not a prick-robber,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘That’s how I’ve always placed myself in our love triangle, as anyway, Sathyam never meant much for me. Now that you’ve come up with that unique proposition, I shall reorient my affection for him.’
‘I’ll look forward to it,’ he said taking her hand.
‘I can feel that,’ she said overwhelmed with admiration for him.
‘Now let’s put your worries behind us,’ he said raising her hand, ‘and prepare us for three cheers.’
‘Why not,’ she said, as they toweled each other, ‘I will prepare some coffee for us.’
‘If it’s in your birthday suit,’ he said winking at her.
‘Why that way?’ she asked coyly.
‘I would like to watch your tan vie with the coffee steam.’
‘How I love seeing our skins merging on the canvas of brown,’ she winked at him.
Soon they were back in bed after romancing in the kitchen for long.
‘Roopa, this is as flat as a slate,’ he said caressing her belly, having rested his head on her thighs. ‘Let me scribble the poetry of our love here.’
‘Raja,’ she said in delight, ‘how you make me feel a special woman!’
‘You’re the one, and the only one,’ he said in all admiration, as he turned his forefinger into a slate-pencil to scribble - goddess of sex.
‘Why it never occurred to me that it’s fine being barren to keep my figure tight for your delight,’ she gloated.
‘I would love to father your child,’ he said, looking into her eyes. ‘Won’t you have it darling?’