Stories Varied - A book of short stories

After drinks and dinner, as they were about to call it a day, sensing Kiara might turn amorous, winking at Diya, Rishaan feigned sleepy.

Past midnight, when Kiara was fast asleep, as he tiptoed into the corridor, he was greeted by a light beam flashing through Diya’s bedroom door that was ajar. When he tentatively peeped into the room, waiting by the door side, as she firmly pulled him into her embrace, he knew it would be an enduring thing. As he was about to compliment her for her ingenious welcome, she sealed his lips with hers as if to suggest that in their amour, pulsations of passion would override the words of adoration. After a deep kiss that nearly choked him, she closed the door to open her body and soul to him, and began to undress herself. Not wanting to suffer the presence of even a shred of clothing in their naked togetherness, he too entered the race to the state of nudity. As they fondled each other in their full-length embrace, they came to exclaim in unison, ‘what a touching thing!’ With the one-upmanship they showed in indulging with passion thereafter, a gratified Cupid felt obliged to grant them multiple orgasms.

“I love you Rishaan, body and soul,” said Diya, resting on his hairy chest.

“Doubt if touch was ever the touchstone of love.” he said fondling her shapely back.

“How true, had you not held my hand in the flight, I wouldn’t have been lying here fulfilled in love.”

“So, touch is the mother of our desire and fulfillment the father of our love,”

“What if Kiara comes to know?” she said suddenly waking up to the reality of life.

“She won’t take it kindly, that’s for sure.”

“Where that would leave me?”

“In case of vacancy, you will be my wife.”

“If not, though I wish not.”

“That depends on you?”

“I don’t mind being the other woman.” she said falling into his arms crying. “I can’t live without you, hope you don’t leave me.”

“I feel our unique touch has sealed our fate once and for all.”

“An assuring thing in a touchy affair.” she said feeling reassured.

“You’ve put it so well really?”

“No one-upmanship for once,” she said initiating an encore.

When Rishaan slipped into the room, finding Kiara in deep sleep, he heaved a sigh of relief only to find himself in soup the next morning.

“Why these?” said Kiara feeling the bruises on his body.

“Don’t you see they are love bites?”

“Have we made love these days?”