One shots

Loveless arrangements - II

"You know Nikhil, things I have learnt all my life not to do as a decent girl, you make me throw out the window." I point out to him one night. We were standing at our usual spot, near the window with the view of dafoddils outside his patio.I take in his image - his bare well-toned abs, ruffled hair from the sex before, cigarette in his hand and  a reckless lazy smirk on his face - and realize the intense attraction I have for him. If someone had described this image to me a year ago, I would have called the man in that image a rogue. And now I am attracted to this rogue who takes pleasure in one indecent proposal after another.

"I take that as a compliment." he smiles "Oh, I forgot, you are coming with me on a trip tomorrow. Pack up before you sleep tonight. I'd like to take you away." he tells me. 

"The only person I see in the day other than you is the house maid and your secretary. How much further away from mankind are you going to take me?" I smile.

"If I had my way, I would lock you up in a golden cage, baby." he towers over me.

"Lock her up in a golden cage and make her say your name all day? Would that satisfy your hunger to possess a girl in every which way?" I ask looking into his steamily.

"Lock you up in a golden cage and make you say my name all day." he grabs me against his body. 

"Nikhil." I whisper against his lips as I feel his hot breath on my face. His face was flushed and I didn't even know I could turn on a man with just words. 

"Scarlet is the color she would wear, waiting for his sight, late into the night..."

"Like fingers to the piano, was his hot gaze to her body, playing it, like a luscious soft melody..." 

"Wow...." he looks at me holding both my shoulders in a daze, utterly spellbound.  

"You just light me on fire, Lyana..." he kisses me tenderly. 

Later in bed, I ask him a question that I couldn't hold on to myself anymore. "Why can't you just find a nice girl, Nikhil. You are handsome, rich, eligible in every way. Why this life?"

"Just when I was about to declare her the sexiest woman alive, she ruins it all." he shakes his head.

"I am serious." 

"I love my life! And there is no such thing as a nice girl. Look at you, what would your husband say of your past three months with me?" he gets out of bed annoyed as I look at him shocked. How does he know?

"Why do you look so shocked? You think I won't find out about whom I am living with?"

"What else do you know?"

"That your husband was killed less than a year after you got married to him because he was involved with some bad people. That his parents still owe half a million in debt to them. That they probably will be killed too if you don't pay interest in the next three months."

"You knew, all this time?"

He shrugs.

"It doesn't matter to you?"

He looks at me curiously. "It disturbed me for a couple of days after I found out. A few days after you moved it with me. Mainly the fact that you were married to another man and that you are his widow. But, when you are in front of me, I don't think about it."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I guess I didn't know what to say. And I guess I didn't want to find out the answer to a very obvious question I might end up asking you if this topic came up."