The Love-addict - Chapter 6

                 One day, Amisha’s husband Rohan, went to Mumbai for some work related to his hardware business. Amina had told him to check on her dear sister, Samaira. She wanted to be sure that she was eating and living well. So after finishing his work for the day, he went to Samaira’s house, late in the evening. He hadn’t called her up as he wanted to pay a surprise visit. Amisha had told him to do so, so that the real picture would be clear to them.

               

                 When the maid-servant opened the door, he was awe-struck by the opulence of Samaira’s bungalow. The high ceiling with dazzling chandeliers, rich and plush carpets, paintings on the walls and elegant, expensive furniture; took his breath away. He sighed, as he compared it to his humble two-room, Spartan abode. Some people surely had all the luck, he mused. He told the servant that he wanted to meet Samaira, his sister-in-law. She asked him to be seated and called up her mistress through the intercom. “Bibiji, your brother-in-law, Rohan sahib has arrived and is waiting for you here.”

                

                Samaira was nonplussed. What was he doing there? Maybe her beloved sister had wanted to give her a surprise. Hadn’t she come too? As she started getting up from her bed, she felt dizzy and sat down again. She had had a couple of pegs of wine in the evening. Even as she dressed in a salwar- kameez, brushed her hair, applied a coat of powder and walked downstairs, she could feel the floor tilting below her. She unsteadily descended the stairs from her first-floor bed-room and swayed into the living-room.

                   

                Rohan gasped on seeing her. What a ravishing beauty! He had seen her movies and pictures in magazines, but seeing her in flesh and blood was an experience that he wouldn’t forget in a hurry! She was a unique woman, hand-crafted by the Creator himself, chiseled to perfection. He just couldn’t spot any flaw in her. Guiltily, he compared her with his wife and her sister, Amisha. How come she was so ordinary-looking and insipid? God had definitely been partial towards the younger sister! How he wished that he had had the good fortune to marry Samaira instead!

                   

                 But he had come here to check on her well-being, hadn’t he? he chided himself, not to lust after her! “How are you Samaira? I am Rohan, your Amisha Didi’s hubby.  Amisha was worried about your well-being, hence asked me to meet you. I hope that I haven’t inconvenienced you in any way.”

                   

                 “Of course not, jiju. You are most welcome,” she said. As she started sitting on a couch, she tripped on the carpet and landed straight into his arms. He held her briefly, as he supported her and steadied her. She smelt of some heavenly perfume, though the stench of liquor assailed his nostrils, as she opened her mouth to thank him. She had been drinking, he thought, disgustedly. Yet, he couldn’t help noticing her pretty pink lips, soft and inviting. As he unconsciously swept his tongue over his lips, she smiled slightly.

                     
                    So her charm was casting her spell over him too, she thought vainly. His eyes were lowered, as though he didn’t want her to guess his amorous thoughts, but she was sure about what was on his mind. They were all the same, selfish and lecherous, she thought despairingly.   

To be continued....

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