Up, Close and Personal
It was raining beautifully that evening.
She leaned beside the window pane, opened the glass panel and bent to play with dews on leaves adjoining her wall.
“Ayesha stop, you will get drenched and catch a cold” Vikrant advised.
She ignored his caution and continued playing with rain. He moved forward near her. As he came closer, she cupping droplets in her hand, turned up and around, splashed on his face playfully and ran away.
Surprised by her naughtiness, he plucked a dew kissed flower and ran behind her. He caught her by her waist and lovingly sprinkled the water kissed flower on her face, neck. Their eyes met and he couldn’t control but admire her smooth, glowing neck as if it invited him. He kissed them, sending chill to her spines and she succumbed to the just born passion. He further leaned and planted furtive kisses around her neck and face that filled her with joy. Not letting the beautiful moment slip, he pulled her closer, cupped her glistening face in hands, looked deeply in her eyes and leaned on to kiss her. Something transpired her and she moved her face away.
He was shocked to see her reaction. She pointed towards his heavily stubbled face and said- I hate that unclean stubble".
“But Ayesha, di you not loved my rugged looks”?
“No Vikrant, that looks good from a distance but it’s a strict no-no while being so up, close and personal. Besides, they appear to stink with sweat”.
“So what do you want Ayesha”
“Well how about taking a bath”
“But bathed this moning”
“No shave means no bath, Vikrant” She blinked.
“Aha I got the message, just two minutes and am back. Hold that passion there”
“Yes I will” she said and smiled in anticipation
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