I arose and went to the kitchen and switched on a faint light, its weak rays outlining the curve of my bare shoulders by the cleft of the open-necked blouse carelessly knotted at the back of my neck.On the periphery of my vision, I could feel the burden of his stare on me — ravenous-hunger tip on the edges of gaunt shoulders to hip beat. I was certain that he was gazing—admiring every silky movement, revelation of hardness and implied strength.My hand tracing my bound breasts alone, a glimpse of vision of naked Arjun tracing me down with his hands in my head. My desi He was shifting his hand as if he was offering low. I could feel heat, moistness, and merciless firmness under my fingers. I rested against the window, with a white pallu saree thrown over my shoulder.
