Chronicles of Life

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She felt as if a storm rose beneath her skin, and when he ran a fingertip over the peak, she actually trembled, pleading him to stop. They were running along the edge of fantasies, learning the hidden truths yet to be revealed and revelled in the feel of each curve.

To be continued….

It was difficult for them to curb their desires… but they had to. It was too soon, and they knew it was a matter of many more months before they can unite in every sense. But sensible thinking was miles away. They stopped with a tacit understanding, simply holding and hugging each other, trying to tame the tidal waves of longing that threatened to wash over them.

In a while, Preksha returned with Isha and Shruti was more than glad about it. The duo, more so Shruti, were having guilt pangs for indulging into the forbidden territories.

Shruti got involved playing with Isha, who seemed to be a bit better as the fever had gone down. They had a quiet dinner, as she was still not comfortable with the elders. In fact, there was a code of conduct, or so it seemed to Shruti who was used to a very fun filled atmosphere specially during meals. Here, all that the Shahs discussed was about the progress of the project and how much longer will it take. Minish excused himself after a while and informed his parents that he will be back in sometime. Preksha and Shruti winded up the kitchen after which, the former retired to her room with Isha, as she needed to be put to sleep. Likewise, the seniors also called it a day and went in their room.

In about half an hour, Minish came back with a bag in his hand and indicated Atharva in hushed tones to follow him in. Atharva asked Shruti to join them. She didn’t understand at first what was going on. She was aghast to see that Minish had got some sandwiches in the parcel and blurted out, “We have just had our meal!” Atharva and Minish exchanged a glance and smirked, “I don’t find it appetising to have khichdi or rice five times a week. We prefer to keep our mouth shut and find our own way.” Shruti kept looking from one to the other and shrewdly mentioned, “This seems to be a regular practice judging by the way you are saying.” Minish grinned sheepishly whereas Atharva shrugged indifferently. Although Shruti did indulge in a bit herself… the toast sandwich looked inviting enough… she trembled at the thought when she would have to cook.

They were discreet not to leave behind any remains of the food, and disposed the packets outside in the main lobby. She marvelled at their thinking, but then she had never had to do anything of this sort ever. They sat chatting for a while, when Minish teased Shruti about how freely she talked to Atharva and then visibly refrained from speaking further. She knitted her eyebrows and asked him outright, “What happened?” He looked uncomfortable and said, “Sorry if I crossed my mark and said something.” Shruti looked thoroughly confused, “No… its perfectly alright. Thodi bahot masti kiye bina toh mujhe bhi nahi chalta. I blunder a lot, to tell you the truth… pataa hi nahi chalta where to stop.” He looked incredulously at her and said, “Thank God you are different.” She looked at Atharva for clarification who replied,”He means to say that you are different from bhabhi. She cannot take any mischief in her stride and feels offended easily.”

They sat chatting for a while, when Shruti said, “I better go to bhabhi’s room. It’s quite late.” When she went in the washroom to change, Minish went in his room, while Atharva waited for her. She came out and saw him lazing on the bed. They hadn’t really been alone since evening. He held her hand and said softly, “Shru… you make me lose my senses and I lose control on myself. Please stop feeling guilty every time we come close. I will stay in my limits, promise.” She spontaneously hugged him, giving him a quick peck on his cheek and remarked, “I prefer the softer version. This stubble of yours tends to bruise my skin.” He gave a throaty laugh and whispered, “Kal pukka… then let me know which version you prefer.” She looked back at him and hit him lightly, saying, “Ghum phirke ek hi baat.”