-M A D H A V    R A M A K R I S H N A-

I turn, probably every single time to take a look at Shree, who just switched from one hairstyle to another. She finally decides to stick with a simple side ponytail. She says she looks simple. To me she looks exquisite. Her hair smells of the same honey shampoo and her skin emits the sacred scent of sandal. 

Her soft beautiful hair falls on to one side of her like a cascading waterfall. It's neatly pinned back so that her delicate jawline and the gentle curve of her slender neck are exposed to me.

She looks out the window with the same fascination that she has. I switch on the radio and switch to the Telugu radio station.

"I love this song!" She remarks as her favourite song Pilla Raa starts to play.

I know it's your favourite song, darling. You sing it every freaking time. 

"Mine too, you know." I say and she smiles.

"Have you seen the movie?" She asks as she turns to me. "It's a fucking stupid movie. I mean it. It's a fucking movie. But I love the songs. This one and-"

"Adire Hrudayam." I finish her sentence. She looks at me in wonder.

"How do you know that song? Have you watched the movie?"

"Not exactly. Spotify recommendations." I mumble. "It's a good song."

"I agree." She says. "It's so soulful and pleasing despite the sexual innuendos on the video!"

I nod. That song brings me good memories of you and me. It's the song to which we made love on several occasions. Shree smiles at me. It's the same beautiful bewitching smile she smiles at me every night, as she stands on the threshold of the bathroom door in Elysium, wearing a beautiful delicate lingerie under the satin robe.

It's been a weird day. Everything has changed. Everything is different. Except her - she hasn't changed a bit. Except that she's a tad bit chubby - I like it.

"We have a lot in common, Mr Singh." She says.

"You have no idea!" I say as I pull over by the restaurant.

* * * * *

Upstairs on the mezzanine, the young host leads us the booth I've booked for us. I take her hand, and lead her to our booth. 

"What do you like to drink?" I ask. "Red wine?"

She nods.

"Oysters with Thai dressing and some mutton samosas for me." I say looking at the waiter. "She'll have some chicken nuggets with red pepper cashew pesto and some rice paper rolls."

She raises an eyebrow.

"Trust me, you'll thank me for it." After all, it's the frequent entrée order whenever we visit this restaurant.

"And the main course, sir?" The waiter asks.

"I'll have what you're having, please." Shree whispers to me with a smile.

"Two Tom Yum Noodles, would do." I say and notice her smiling widely. "And some devilled eggs."

"I love Tom Yum Noodles!" She whispers with a big smile.

"So are you single?" She asks after taking a bite of the chicken nuggets. 

"Divorced." I say. Yes, I divorced and forgot about Siya the moment I saw you.

"OMG, same!" She exclaims. "I was married to my high school boyfriend, turns out I wasn't the only one who got laid with him. He had a longer affair with another lady and he got her pregnant too!"

"That must have been quite a shock for you!"

"Tell me about it!" She exclaims rolling her eyes. "I beat the mickey out of him and we filed for divorce."

"So we both are single, is it?" I ask and she nods with a smile.

"Cool, cool, cool! No doubt!" I whisper.

Half way through the meal, I keep looking at her. I watched every movement. She is anything but ordinary. With a little makeup and the right clothes, she's a goddess. She shifts in her seat and her eyelashes flutter. She smiles as she enjoys the Tom Yum Noodles. It's not just the smile that I notice - the top two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned. Her cleavage was clear visible and I'm thankful that she was facing the wall - only I get to watch the delicious naughty show that she was putting up.

My manhood throbbed and strained uncomfortably in my pants as I take in each inch of her skin. She catches me staring at the valley between her breasts.

But she just smiles back at me. Later on several occasions during our meal I notice her gape at my chest.  We talk, for a very long time, laughing and teasing each other. She hasn't changed one bit.

"That was a satisfying meal!" She compliments as she finishes her noodles.

"I agree." I nod. "I know this nice place nearby where we  can get a decent and yummy spicy corn chaat!"

"OMG, I love that place too!" She exclaims.

"Shall we?" I ask standing, giving her my hand.

* * * * *

In the car park, I open the door for her. We both feel the electricity as she touches my hand while she gracefully gets into my car. She sits in and looks at me, and we get lost in each other's eyes. Our gazes flew up, wide and unbelieving. She bit her bottom lip lightly letting it pull slowly from her teeth as she looked down at my lips. Like a mesmerized and hypnotized man, I moved closer to his lips staring into her eyes now. I keep one warm hand on her thigh and she looks at me, smiling.

The scent of her sweet fragrance invades me. She bites her lip, purposely. I'm drowning in her sensual, mesmerizing stare. Good lord, I am yearning for her. I bring my hand up and touch her lip, she gasps as I run my finger on the chewed and nibbled lip of hers. 

"Why must you chew and bite your lip like this?" I ask her.

"Will it be okay if I bite yours instead?" She whispers. Her lips part as she inhales, and I reach up to touch her cheek. Her skin is soft as a petal beneath my palm. My fingertips glide down to her chin. In a quick flash, I grasp her chin, and pull her closer, claiming her lips with mine. I moan as her tongue tentatively touches min, searching and exploring.

I push myself off her and press my forehead against hers.

She's breathing hard.

And so am I.

"Please, Shree, let me make love to you," I whisper against her mouth. I maybe married to Siya in this dream or reality or whatever.

"Yes." She breathes.

"I know a decent OYO place nearby." I whisper. "Perhaps we can book it for the rest of the night?"

"That'd be great." She whispers and runs her hand down my face.

* * * * *

The OYO room had a dirty white wall and a bed that was thankfully clean and neat.

I kissed her again, long, hot, and achingly sweet.

I kissed her, right on the sensitive spot behind her earlobe that always made her squirm.

"You're beautiful," I whispered. "More than ever."

I touch her chin, and tilting her face to mine, I whisper her name in her ears, before capturing her mouth in a kiss that burned in its intensity. I'm hungry, needy, yearning and I kiss her as if I would die without her, as if she is the reason for my survival, as if she is my food, my air, my body and soul. She tastes luscious. 

I slid my the small of her back, as my other hand found her breast. I groaned her name like a savage as I squeezed her flesh through her dress. My fingers seemed to be way beyond my control, gripping her breast tightly.

I pull her even closer, until her body was pressed up against mine - real tight. One of my hands slither down her back to her rounded perfect bottom, cupping her, pulling her to me harder against him until she gasped.

"I need you," I groaned, the words sounding as if they were ripped from my throat.

My fingers play with the small fabric-covered buttons of her blouse. I unbutton her shirt as I keep kissing her. She moans, thrilled by this slow disrobing. With each button coming undone her beautiful creamy skin comes into light. 

As my fingers went to the last button I wanted to rip the blouse off her, but I ended up patiently unbuttoning the last one. I throw her shirt away and my eyes are glued to the black satin pushup bra she was wearing. I didn't realise that she had unbuttoned my shirt too. 

She marvels at my chest. Running her slender fingers down my chest. I fling my shirt away and start to work on the strings that held her skirt in place. As I pull the strings, her skirt slips down to her feet. 

"Why are you so hot?" I groan. 

"I. Do. Not. Know." She says kissing my chest with each word. I caress her head and one hand slides down her back and her bra comes undone in a quick second.

"Show me, yourself, chellam." I groan and she tosses her bra away. 

She moans my name - or rather Shivaay's name as I slide my fingers between her soft rosy nipple.

"Fuck, Shree!" I groan and she smiles. I grow harder and aroused as I take in each inch of her body. Her body was so different, and I realise this is how she looked before she became pregnant with our baby.

My hands trailed down her arms, brushing the outside of her breasts while my thumbs stroked across her nipples.

Her nipple was hard and tight against my palm. 

She felt her nipples tighten and I can see that she's trying all her best to show that she wasn't so desperately aroused.

She gasps into my mouth, as I palmed the round fullness of her breast. She was perfect under my fingers - as always, soft and pert, filling my hand.

I swept her into my arms and carried her to the bed, laying her atop the sheets of the bed. In a flash I get off my trousers and stand in front of her with my boxers.

"Oh my - Shivaay!" She gasps.

"Exactly, baby." I whisper and sit on the bed and hold her breast again.

She groans and a high pitched gasp erupts from her lips as I take her nipple into my mouth. She shudders and shivers as I run my tongue around the edge of her light areola before closing around her breast to suck her.

My tongue teased at her nipples, one and then the other and back again. Instead, she twined her shaking fingers into my dark hair and pulled me closer against her. Her body arched under my ministrations.

"Oh, my—oh, Shivaay!"

She was perfect, simply perfect. 

I fondle her thighs and then her lean down to kiss the delicate skin of her inner thigh. I trail kisses from her breast to her neck and down to her midriff. My hands fondle her thighs, and her lush soft ass over her panties. She writhes beneath me.

I skim my long fingers over her beautiful soft body toward her panties, teasing her soft skin. She moans as I slip my fingers into her panties and brush her clitoris. She's so wet and needy for me.

"I love it that you're so wet for me, Shree." I whisper, flicking her clitoris. She mewls.

"You are so beautiful, look what you've done to me" I whisper and show the massive bulge that formed inside my boxer. My erection rouses in anticipation and I suppress a carnal groan.

I kiss her navel as I thrust my index and middle finger inside her and she trembles.

"Madhav Ramakrishna!" Siya exclaims angrily.

I freeze and sit up, finding Siya stand in front of me in the room.

"What the hell, Madhav!" She cries, brushing her tears away. "When my friend told me that he saw you enter an OYO room with a strange woman I refused to believe it! I didn't even believe it when the reception showed me your identity card. I thought you loved me! I thought we were happily married!"

"Siya, I can explain!" I say and she marches out of the room.

"You said you were divorced and available." Shree says shivering, closing her eyes against the tears that were pooling in her eyes. "You lied to me! You lied so much to get me into - into"

She got off the bed, grabbed her clothes. I grab her and envelop her in my arms as she buttons her shirt.

"Shree, it's you whom I love! Not her."

She shook her head fiercely. "No!" she cried pushing me away. "You don't love me. It's her. You just wanted to - I can't believe I agreed for this! All those lies! I thought we had something special! You lied, Madhav Ramakrishna!"

"I can explain, Shree!" I tell as she dons her skirt. "I don't like her! I don't love her! I never wanted a life with her. It's you who I love and want a life with! I promise!"

She choked on a sob, and squeezed her eyes shut against an onslaught of tears.

I feel so agonizingly helpless. 

When she finally looked up at me, her eyes were red, and full of grief.

"I love you," I whispered. "In all my life, it's been only you."

She shook her head and walked out of the room.

"I don't want this life!" I whisper softly as I sit on the cold floor. The woman I love so much can't recognize me. I woman I don't want to live with is after me like a crazy cat. Nothing makes sense, and the only thing that made sense just walked out of the door.  "I want my old life back. I want my brother back, I want my old friends, I want my Shree."

"I want my Shree! I want my Shree! I want my Shree!"

"Madhav? Madhav!" I hear a muffled voice. 

"WAKE UP!" I hear the muffled voice become clearer.

"W-w-where am I?" I ask sitting up on the bed. I was in my bedroom - mine and Shree's bedroom. My tee-shirt was drenched in my sweat. How do I know, there's the big framed picture of Me, Madhu and her on the wall facing the bed. Shree was standing beside the bed, her eyes hooded, resplendent in that blue sari.

"Bad dream?" She asks and I quickly wrap my arms around her waist, resting my head on her midriff.

"The worst ever. I lost you in it." I whisper.

"We're married right?" I ask.

She nods.

"And Shyaam?" 

"He's in the kitchen making something to cure Devi's morning sickness."

"What about kannamma?"

"She's watching Paw Patrol."

"Yashoda Ma?" 

"She and father-in-law are asleep in their room." She says. "Why do you ask?"

"I had such a terrible dream!" And hug her tighter.

"Nanna, NOOOO!" Madhu exclaims and comes running. Her hair was loose and she was wearing a yellow frock. She quickly pulls Shree away. "Nanna! You musn't!"

"Why not?" I ask sitting up on the bed.

"You didn't tell him yet, Mumma?" Madhu asks looking at Shree.

"He just woke up, baby."

"Tell me what?" I ask as Shree sits near me on the bed.

"Madhav, I'm pregnant."

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