‘Oh! Roopa what a dame are you?’
‘I’ll let you know now,’ she said, as she mounted.
‘Oh, my bitch,’ he cried in ecstasy.
‘Abuse me even more,’ she moaned in joy. ‘I love it from you.’
‘What a randy for me,’ he said, as he took his turn in their lovemaking.
‘What a bully to boot,’ she said, satiated at length.
‘Roopa, I’m coming to see the commonality between sex and sport,’ he said resting on her belly in fulfillment. ‘Basics being the same, it’s the players who raise the bar.’
‘Oh, how true,’ she said caressing his chest.
When they bathed together in the evening, wanting to have him there too, she made him want her even more, and after bath as she started wearing the new Pochampally, he ogled at her, as if she were new to him.
‘I’m sorry that you’re caged here,’ she said apologetically.
‘Why feel bad as its Cupid’s own nest,’ he said taking her into his arms. ‘What a sexy captivity it is.’
When she got into the kitchen to prepare dinner for them, he offered to help her in the kitchen chores.
‘Why get tired here,’ she took away the kitchen knife from him, ‘when you’ve got to exert elsewhere.’
‘Will this do?’ he said in smile, as he squatted on the floor, leaning to the wall.
‘That’s fine,’ she said, assuming the posture of a monitor with a ladle for the stick. ‘But don’t dare stir out from there.’
‘If you don’t mind,’ he said hesitantly, ‘tell me what went wrong with you and Sathyam.’
‘Won’t I make my life an open book for you,’ she said. ‘But why spoil our party with my problems.’
‘Didn’t I tell you I want you to be happily wed-locked,’ he said concernedly. ‘Let’s see if we can improve things between you and him as well.’
‘I’m happy you care,’ as she said, she went up to him to kiss.
While she prepared their meal, she narrated her life and times, and said in the end, ‘I’ve only to blame myself, for I never made him feel wanted.’
‘I’m sure,’ he said, caressing her affectionately, ‘on his return; he would come across a different wife.’
‘To be honest with you, I could never love him the way I dreamt of loving the male,’ she said, cuddling herself in his embrace. ‘I shouldn’t have married him at all. That was the blunder of my life. It’s in a void that I lived till you swept me off my feet on that fateful 6th of June. Having got you after all that craving, I should have cared two hoots for him. But as you’ve opened my eyes to the real meaning of our love life, I shall open my heart to him as well. Now, I’m full of hope as your love has given me zest for life.’