“I’m sorry I made you feel sorry,” she said as though to show how they spoke the same language.
“Why not we erase sorry from our mental dictionaries?” he said in hope
“Don’t we have to put our minds together for that?” she said, smiling.
While she was readying herself to get into the arena, he goaded her with his admiring gaze. When she pulled the fall of her sari to accommodate her payals, he fell for her lovely feet that came into his view. Admiring their taper, as he felt like showering them with kisses, she part-pulled her sari to tuck it at her waist, inviting his eyes to rivet on her exposed legs. Enthused by his enamor as she tightened the pallu over her chest, her breasts made their presence felt in their robust form to distract his attention. But to rein in her bosom, as if it turned wild by his ogling, when she tucked the pallu too, at her navel, her lissome frame showed its hourglass shape.
Sensing that he was charmed by her charms, as she prolonged his pleasure by toying with herself a little longer, he found himself savoring her every nuance in his mesmeric stare, prompting her to dance at her artistic best to the delight of them both. While the sensuous mudras appealed to his romanticism, her sensual movements sharpened his passion to possess her voluptuous frame. As his desire galloped, she reached the crescendo.
“It’s transporting,” he said, as she was untying the payals.
“Thanks, but it would be better on stage with the accompaniments.” she sounded apologetic as though she couldn’t give him her best.
“How I wish I’m a part of that.”
“Why not you sing and see me dancing to your tune,” she said turning naughty.
“What if I induce missteps?” he said probingly.
“What makes you think so?”
“If we get into that discussion,” he said resignedly, suddenly seized by despair, “it may lead us nowhere.”
“Surely guruji would show us the way,” she more than suggested the solution to his predicament.
“Whoever said man shouldn’t go by woman’s words is a moron,” he got up in excitement. “Let me go to him right now.”
“I’ll follow in your footsteps,” she said, all pleased.
When Suresh raced to Vanaprastham, he found his father waiting for him.
“How do you like your Shanti Sadan?” guruji greeted him warmly. “Hope we’ve come up to your expectations.”
“It’s out of the world to say the least,” said Suresh excitedly. “I wouldn’t have thought of any better.”
“It’s Vidya’s show all the way.”