Bengal, Chatterjee Residence

Desire was like a drug.

One couldn't escape it the moment one experiences the affect of it. It was magnetic and addictive. It makes someone crave for it further. The thrill of pursuing it lingers even if one denies it repeatedly. It was like a spark of fire in the woods which had the ability to spread like a wildfire.

The faint sunlight directly fell from the flimsy curtains right over Saudamini's sleeping figure; her face peering slightly from under the quilt. Her relaxed brows gradually thinned, as she covered her eyes subconsciously with her palm, pressing her lips. The tinging feeling at irregular intervals in her body, washed a slight feeling of discomfort as she slightly opened her eyes. It took her a few moments to come into complete consciousness-

And that's when she reminisced what happened the previous night-

Her vision, slightly appearing hazy due to the sleep, lazily darted around on the side she was sleeping; the other side of her bed being empty. She brushed the strands of hairs which were messed over her forehead, finding herself tucked comfortably under the warm quilt. 

But what she noticed beside her was that the bed was empty-

Was she left....alone? 

There was a sudden feeling of discomfort within her heart, an instant jibe of panic surged within her as she flipped straight, holding the edge of her quilt over her bosom and blinking rapidly. 

A few moments later, she sensed light movements inside the room, precisely the sound of footsteps and the creaking sound of the wooden drawer; and that of a glass bottle. Saudamini furrowed her brows and flipped the other side, raising her head as she slowly straightened herself up. 

And what her eyes fell upon, she had to prevent herself from swearing hard in her mind.

Anirban was standing in front of the mirror, shirtless. 

His wheatish torso was just aptly built with light muscles on his arms and back; attractively lean and a comparatively narrow yet brawny waist. His damp wavy hairs were shot back, indicating that he had came out after a bath; those thick black tresses shone and were sticking on his neck; one or two drops of water dripped from them and rolled behind on his back. 

She gaped at him as he opened a little glass bottle of the sandalwood ittar, and applied a little bit of the liquid on the sides of his neck, and the strong fragrance of it instantly spread inside the room. Saudamini didn't even realize that she was taking long breaths and inhaling the scent, her heart beating without any sanity.

Her dried throat further turned dry as her gaze lurked over those scratch marks of her nails on his back; goddamn!

And the memories from the previous night weren't helping her either; the way she was shamelessly kissing him repeatedly, lunging at him in desperation coupled by his passionate and addictively arousing touches on her body, and how they had completely gone berserk as lust pulsed through their veins- 

Saudamini felt her heart would explode right then; it was a cool morning but she was feeling shivers down her spine due to completely something else. It was insane. It was madness. It was addictive, like a charm. Her eyes were wide open as she shamelessly stared at him, who now had a slight smirk on his face, unknown to her. 

Anirban had caught her staring with those wonderstruck eyes; yet he pretended he did not notice her. He was right when he thought so. His Mini was definitely unhinged. The side of her which she was herself unaware of, and he had unleashed it; and he emerged victorious in it. There was a sinister sense of revelry within him, the manliness within him rejoicing every inch of it. 

He freaking loved it. Loved it how she responded so appreciatively to him, her consciousness reciprocating to the possessiveness he unleashed from his side. Everything she was hiding from him, and lately pretending to do so was exposed. He saw the side of her which no one had never seen. 

And he freaking loved it. 

From the corner of the mirror he could see his wife sitting up and gazing at him, without blinking. Her long hairs were already pushed to one side of her shoulder; she was unaware that it was his deed while she was still sleeping, just to pepper warm kisses on the side of her neck before he got out of the bed that morning. He heard her breath out deeply and hum in slumber, when he gently tilted her neck and brushed his lips over there and stroke it in a feathery manner. 

Adorable as heck. 

He pressed his lips into a smile, not looking at her and walking over to the window on the other side of the room. A thick climber had grown on the walls of it, bearing white flowers and was accessible from the corner of the window pane. Anirban plucked out a largest one, sprinkled with dew.

Saudamini stared at him a bit confused, holding the quilt closer to her chest, finding him approaching towards her with the same mischievous glint in his eyes. The dark shade of green kurta which he was wearing with its sleeved rolled up to his elbows was doing no mercy to her heart either. Why the heck did he have to look that handsome?

Her eyes raked over his face, her hold tightening over her quilt as he sat just in front of her on the bed and leaned closer to her with that sinister smirk on his lips.

Heck, she felt like her heart would come out of her body-

His light brown eyes devilishly shone, and light goosebumps spread on her body, as she blinked. 

"Wh...what happened?" She finally managed to utter, bit it came out like a small squeak. Her gaze turned sideways as he lifted his fingers and brushed back the hairs, pushing it behind her ears. Now even his mere proximity was making her heart go tumultuous-

What was going wrong with her? 

She felt her lashes dimming as he held her arm lightly and leaned closer to her ear

"A bit of a spark and there you went unhinged as heck....." He whispered in her ear, and she could literally feel her breathing stop. He brushed his nose lightly against her cheek, hearing her gasp softly. 

"I told you right, you won't be able to control yourself in front of me," He brushed his lips on her ear, drawing to her cheek, quickening her breath, "Saw right what happened?" 

Saudamini's jaws was flushed deep red, as she gazed down and tilted her head towards the other side, not meeting his eyes. He teasingly brushed his fingers along her hairs and pushed it back with the same half smile, lightly tilting her jaw towards him with an index finger, "Anger in eyes, arrogance on face......God! That's how you steal my heart away...."

Whispering so he quickly pressed a kiss on her cheek, tucking the flower behind her ear, causing her to widen her eyes.

How dare he tease her like that?!

Winking at her for the last time, he flicked her nose with a mischievous smile and strode away from the room, leaving her all flushed and fuming. 

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Saudamini breathed heavily to allow the flush from her face disappear, but when did heart ever listen to the consciousness?

Her mind continually whisked to the memories of last night, as she adjusted the saree over her bosom, a pit forming in her stomach in a gradual manner. How did she lose herself to him? She gulped softly, closing her eyes.

'He only desires you Saudamini....and you fell for it?'  

She pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, a thousands of thoughts provoking her mind, walking over to the other side; when her gaze fell upon her reflection on the mirror.

Saudamini halted momentarily, blinking at her figure reflection. 

Her tresses undone, which cascaded till her knees and how Anirban had entangled his fingers and ran through them, as if feeling each and every nook of the strands which couldn't feel. There was a certain want in them. Her little yet full lips had invoked a sense of craving in her husband as he passionately kissed them; she could literally visualize those eyes of him that sparkled with desire and passion, looking at her as if at that moment he knew nothing except her. He knew nothing except wanting her.

 Her gaze dropped to the corner of her neck, where he had planted kisses and marked her. The jolts of pleasure she felt shooting through her body was so, so addictive and satisfying. She inched closer towards the mirror, watching the little white flower tucked behind her ear; she was suddenly reminded of how a lover tucks a flower behind his beloved's ear to claim who much he wants her. 

Saudamini bit the corner of her soft lips, inhaling a deep sigh. 

'You have everything to make a man swoon for you. Bewitching eyes, enough to drown someone deep and make them lose their senses. Dark hairs enough to tangle hearts in a jiffy, crimson soft lips where nectar resides,' 

He said, he said something like that, didn't he?

What he indeed did was flattering.....but those words; but those words appeared like a streak of lightning which struck a dried twig devoid of anything. The apathy she felt for her beauty a few moments....had been suddenly hit by the cogency of his words like a parched earth showered with the first drops of rain. The naive parched earth, not aware that he actually needed the water to quench it's thirst. 

She blinked softly, staring at the mirror. Her finger unknowingly crept towards the corner of her lips, feeling it. 

It was lunatic, it was magnetic, it was addictive-

It was beautiful....

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A/N

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Signing off for today!

Nushkie