The night enveloped the surroundings in its ethereal charm, casting a bewitching spell over everything under its velvety darkness. The air was heavy with the sweet fragrance of night blooming jasmine, infusing the atmosphere with a heady romanticism. The night was a dreamy canvas painted in dark shades of black and blue, with twinkling stars adding a surreal touch to the picture-perfect scene.

Bhargavi, unaware of the world around her, was lost in her world of knowledge. She was completely engrossed in the fat book, flipping through the old off-white pages, utterly oblivious to the brewing passion around her.

On the other hand, Batakrishna was brimming with desire, having craved the entire day to be alone with Mira. The night was his chance, and he didn't wish to waste a single moment.
He murmured Mira's name, and a lot about how she loves to play hide and seek with his emotions, and it was then Bhargavi lifted her face with a frown on her dark arched brows.

"Kichu bollen?" She asked in confusion, and her abrupt question startled Batakrishna a bit.

"Ki?? Na na... Toke bolini... Tui por."
He muttered to her.

Bhargavi smiled naughtily at him.
"Didi rannaghor e..."

"Ki korche ki etokhon rannaghor e!" Batakrishna's tone was laced with a hint of impatience, and it made Bhargavi smirk in silence.

"Doodh jaal dicche... Apnar jonno."
She replied, and Batakrishna stopped pacing inside the room.

"Amar praan tao jaal diye dik tor Didi, oi doodher sathe."
He blurted out, and Bhargavi bursted into soft ripples of laughter.

"Jan apni bolun giye... Dekhun jodi 'jaal' dite raji hoye."

Batakrishna furrowed his eyebrows at her for a moment, and then his eyes widened at deciphering the meaning of her words.

"Tobe re... Khub pakamo... Dara tor hocche... "

Bhargavi heard him, and then she sighed loudly.
"Se noi amar hobe... Ekhon jan toh... Amai porte din."

She picked up the book kept on her lap, and covered her face with it.
Batakrishna sensed the naughty smirk behind the barrier.

"Sei... Sobai sudhu amai tarate parle banche... " He too smirked meaningfully and rushed out of the door.

As he crept into the kitchen, the silvery moonlight illuminated his handsome features, intensifying his already potent allure. He saw Mira, standing inside, with her back turned towards the door, and he didn't wish to waste a moment.
B

atakrishna's heart throbbed with passion as he wrapped his arms around Mira's waist, pulling her close. She was startled, but the sight of him made her smile, and her heart fluttered with anticipation.

"Oh... Apni..."

"Keno? Onno keu ashar kotha chilo ki?"

"Na... Mane... Bhaggu... "

"Na... Keu na... Sudhu ami... Tomar kache sudhu ami asbo..."

Mira gulped at his words, and as he leaned in to kiss her, Mira's senses were heightened, and she was swept away by the surreal romanticism of the night.
Batakrishna's lips met hers in a passionate embrace, igniting a flame of desire within Mira. His kisses were tender yet intense, full of love and longing.

"Ah... Ki kitchen?" Mira moaned and wiggle in his embrace, and Batakrishna tightened his grip on her body.

"Keno? Jano na ki korchi?" He hushed in her mouth.

"Charun... "

"Charbo na... "

"O je dekhe phelbe?"

"Ke?"

"Bhaggu." The name was spelled like a moan, and Batakrishna's hands moved down to play with the softness of her buttocks.

"Sudhu amar naam nebe tumi... Amar kotha bhabbe..."
He plunged his tongue deep into her mouth once again.

The kiss was nothing short of magical, as if two stars had collided, exploding into a magnificent explosion of passion. Batakrishna's caresses were a testament to his love, his heart beating like a drum. But as the intensity increased, Mira suddenly pushed him away, her inner turmoil reaching its peak.

Batakrishna was taken aback for a moment.

"Kiholo?" He smiled at her in confusion, the taste of her lips still lingering in his tongue.

Mira, however, didn't reply. She lowered her head, and kept looking down.

Batakrishna felt a knot in his stomach as he watched Mira's aloofness.
"Bolo ki hoyeche?" he asked again.

"Kichuna," Mira replied in a monotonous shaky voice.

Batakrishna furrowed his brows.
"Kadcho keno?"

Mira shook her head. "Koi na toh."

"Tahole ebhabe soriye dile keno?" Batakrishna's voice grew louder.

Mira didn't respond, but he could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

Batakrishna's anger slowly began to rise. "Jano na kotota bhalobasi ami tomai?" he demanded.
"Jano na sob kichu chere eshechi tomar jonno... Tai tumi?" He sighed out loud and ran his fingers through his unkempt hair.
"Ami aar parchina, Mira... Ebhabe ek torfa hoyna... Jodi bhalo na baso tahe bole dao... Ami asbo na tomar kache."

"Nah!"
She looked up and raised her hand yo cover her mouth.
"Bashi... Bhalo bashi... "

"Tahole?"

Mira remained silent, the tears now streaming down her face. She knew she couldn't explain to him the deep-seated trauma that kept her from fully accepting physical intimacy.

"Eibar tumi du pa egiye na ele, amio aar egobo na... Tomar dibbi!"

Batakrishna stormed out of the kitchen, the door slamming behind him. Mira was left alone. She was overcome with a sense of helplessness, her mental blockades not allowing her to accept physical love wholeheartedly. Her traumatic past was like a shadow that she couldn't escape, leaving her feeling lost and vulnerable in the surreal romantic potency of the night.

"Takur... Ki korbo ami... Keno emon hoy amar..." Mira broke down.
"Thik kore dao amake... Thik kore dao... "