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She is about to leave when I block her way.
“Use that wall for what?” I question. Goosebumps erupt on her arms which she rubs away hastily. Jhanvi takes a few seconds before making up her mind to share.
“Today when Jaya and I were out, she shared a few things I used to talk to her about us.. in the past. And…” she gulps. “She talked about quickies and I just got these flashes of us doing the same… right at that wall.”
F*ck!! I don’t want to remember those uncountable quickies we have given each other in the past. They were bliss and even the memories of those need me to get a cold shower so as to control my body from needing them again right at this instant.
“I..” she keeps looking at my feet, unable to face my eyes directly. “I just need to know if this was only a figment of my imagination or has it anything to do with my memories coming back slowly?”
Memories. That’s what the quickies talk had triggered, but it’s hard to explain her without being in control of my body so I choose to ignore, but my wife is so adamant that she wouldn’t let me leave without getting a reply.
“Aarav, please. For once, put your ignorance aside and tell me what I need to know. Don’t leave me more confused than I already am.”
The moment she pleads, I grab both her arms and pin her to the same wall.
“Yes.” I exhale harshly and audibly. “We used this damn wall for our quicky once.”
A blush rises on her cheeks which pushes me to continue this conversation.
“You were right here… pinned in your favorite black dress almost ripped off from your body and pooled at your feet when I slammed inside you-” I push my body to her and the contact of our lower bodies at this instant is enough to invoke those desires again. “You let me slam hard inside you, uncountable times like we both needed that friction between our bodies to stay alive.”
We are so close that I feel her body heat, feel myself wrapped in her scent.
“And while I did that… your teeth had sunk into my shoulder blade.”
Her gaze shifts to my shoulder blade as if trying to imagine how her teeth might have sunk there earlier. I shift closer, this time rubbing our lower bodies together.
“Not only this damn wall. We have had quickies in almost every damn corner of this house, Jhanvi. We haven't spared our walk-in wardrobe & the storeroom, too.”
She swallows nervously as she processes that information and I mean every word of it. We haven’t left a single place in this house where we didn’t make love. Those were such glorious days and I knew the future ones were just around the corner.
With her legs weak and heavy breaths, she bites her lower lip fighting against her growing need to close her eyes and give into this moment. The desire to repeat that scene is all over her face. If this continues, I wouldn’t be able to deprive myself of giving her one. So, with great effort, I pull myself away from her body. It’s only then I realize Jhanvi has gripped my shirt so tight that two of the buttons have popped open. She’s always been this edgy whenever I corner her for making love. God knows I want to devour her right here - raw, hard and without mercy. Two years is an infinitely long period for me without her touch and without her scent. But I don’t want Jhanvi for a moment or two. I need her for my lifetime which is what I’m working on. There is a longing in her eyes as I peel away from her and make my way to the washroom. After being this close to her, I definitely need a cold shower.
I’m too ecstatic that Jhanvi showed interest in knowing our past intimate details and that she had flashes of the same. They weren’t just her figments of imagination, which means the doctor's advice is coming true, that if she stays with us then Jhanvi might regain her memories soonest. Now, this tiny positive result has just strengthened my resolution of making her stay with me until I get my Jaan completely back in her original form.
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Jhanvi didn’t let Aarvi sleep anywhere else last night apart from her arms. She obviously didn’t pay any heed to my warning to start putting a distance between her and Aarvi and I didn’t force her either. This is all only to make her realize what she would lose if she walks away this time. I know these little acts will work in my favor one day and I can’t wait.
Today morning when I come to the kitchen my coffee is ready and Jhanvi is busy making parathas for breakfast. That used to be her usual routine, to wake up and keep breakfast ready while I showered and dressed up for work.
“Good morning,” she greets me with a smile, handing me the mug. “Your coffee.”
I take it from her because after so long I yearned to taste whatever she cooked for me. The coffee smelled great and just how I liked it.
“You don’t have to do that.” I lean against the cooking counter where she begins to chop some coriander leaves. “I don’t want to get used to it.”
“Stop being so judgmental all the time. I woke up early and thought of helping you a bit. Jaya told me you like stuffed parathas for breakfast.”
“I used to. Now I don’t mind having English breakfast instead.”
She frowns.
“Until I am here, you’ll get your old breakfast.”
“I said don’t.”
This time my voice is sharp and stern.
