“What if…” she trailed off, looking down at our hands. “… the force I like is not what you like?”
I gulped, blinking at her once. Warm air enclosed us, and I let out a shaky sigh.
“I’ll like everything you like, Suman,” I whispered.“It’s just a matter of time before you know it. And…”
I paused, leaning forward to take the armlet from the table. I could feel her watching my every move as I turned her sideways and tied the accessory around her forearm.
“And…” I continued. “… with time, you will know what I like.”
She swallowed visibly, looking into my eyes.“What do you like?”
Turning her around, I worked on the other armlet.“In what context are you asking?”
My gaze fell briefly on her chest, heaving as she breathed unevenly.
“Colour?” she asked in a low tone.
“Whatever you wear,”
“Food?”
“Whatever you cook,” I answered, picking the necklace. As I adjusted it around her neck, she shivered slightly at the touch, her mouth parting as she breathed in.
“Book?”
“Whatever you would want me to read,” I said, pressing my lips to the side of her neck, noticing her fist clench in the fabric of her skirt in the mirror.
My eyes drifted to the back of her blouse, the six strings tied perfectly. I gulped, closed my eyes for a moment, and inhaled sharply near her neck.
I wanted to devour her. Her timid reactions were my biggest turn-on. But I sensed her discomfort and knew where this conversation was heading.
“Can I ask you something serious, Kunwar-sa?” she asked softly.
I stepped back just enough to turn her and picked up the waist chain.
“Yes,” I muttered, winding the gold around her waist as she adjusted it over her belly.
“I want to know…” she began languidly. I bit my lip to hide my smile. “… what you exactly like in bed.” Her voice dropped, shaky by the end.
I lifted my gaze to hers in the mirror.
“Um… a clean bedsheet, a pile of pillows, no light around, and yes, breathable air,” I said, pursing my lips.
She glared at me in haunting silence.
Her eyes closed, and her nose flared.“Alright,” she gritted, picking up a hair accessory, and adjusted it over her head.
I smiled and kissed her slender nape.
“I just want you, Suman,” I whispered.“Nothing else. Don’t be afraid of anything, love.”
She blinked quietly for a few moments, then there was a soft knock on the door.
I inhaled in frustration.
“Haan, haan, aa jao. Baat karne ke liye do kshan bhi nahi milte.”“Yes, yes, come in. We don’t even get a moment to talk.” I snapped, looking toward the door. But as soon as Rudra Bhai-sa appeared, my eyes widened.
“Bhai-sa,” I muttered, then turned to her. She stood with her back to me, her veil draped over her head.
