‘Well, it won’t work,’ she said in disappointment. ‘Sathyam won’t like my working.’
‘Won’t Sandhya bring him around?’ he said taking her hand.
‘Oh you my little schemer,’ she said in all admiration.
‘Why not we eat out,’ he proposed, ‘and make it to a matinee too.’
‘How sexy,’ she said excitedly. ‘We do owe ourselves a party.’
‘Won’t I deserve to show my fortune to the world,’ he smiled taking her into his arms.
‘What a man you are,’ she said joyously. ‘How you excite me with your looks, touch and talk.’
‘What with your smell, skin and seat,’ he said pinching her bottom, ‘you’re XXX randy.’
‘Do you drink?’ she asked him.
‘Yes, a peg or two at times.’
When they had their bath together, she opened her wardrobe to him, and said coyly, ‘Why don’t you choose for me?’
‘You fascinate in any sari,’ he said, picking up light brown chiffon, ‘but ravish in brown and grey.’
‘Why our tastes match,’ she said taking the sari from him, ‘and minds as well.’
‘To fuse in our loving hearts,’ he said enlacing her
‘By the fortuitous hand of Sandhya’s angelic soul,’ she said smug in his embrace.
‘Oh, you said it darling,’ he said looking at her lovingly.
While mesmerically watching her wearing the sari, he said, ‘What reciprocity between your body and your sari! Can’t I see it gracing your persona while acquiring an alluring shape for itself? Oh, how you are bodily fashioned for lovemaking! To think that you’re mine is gratifying really.’
‘How your passion solaces my soul?’ she embraced him.
‘Though your hair is fabulous in its plait,’ he said coiling her hair. ‘I feel you turn a charmer in chignon.’
‘Don’t I look an aunty?’ she said aiding him nonetheless, ‘but I’ll be what you want me to be.’
‘With your nape too showing its teeth now,’ he said kissing her bare back that her blouse exposed, ‘you’re all the more deadly. Oh, how fascinating you are, my darling!’
‘Then, from now on,’ she said kissing him, ‘this is the hairdo of Roopa Rao.’
‘There’s no way I can describe the spell of your charm,’ he laced her ardently.
‘Can’t I discern that from your visage,’ she said coyly.
‘Won’t a chain of pearls glisten on you velvet skin,’ he said endearingly, ‘that’s what I always felt.’
‘What in your eyes would glamorize Sandhya even more?’ she asked him.
‘Can’t you imagine corals on her rosy bosom?’ he said dreamily. ‘It would be the day when I can adorn you together.’