The Love-addict - Chapter 17

               Tonight, she looked bewitching, he thought. Maybe, it was the dream-like setting, with gurgling fountains, green flowering shrubs all around, and those erotic cupids and guileless angels that were responsible for that romantic feeling. He forgot all his animosity towards her. Even Amisha had decided to soak in the beauty of that enchanting evening and romantically charged atmosphere. The unpleasant tasks could wait!

               

               Just when she was about to comment on the breath-taking setting, Rohan’s cell-phone rang. With trepidation, Amisha watched as Rohan answered the call, “Oh Samaira, I hope it’s nothing urgent. Please will you call later? I’m busy right now.” As he abruptly disconnected the call without waiting for her response, Amisha heaved a sigh of relief. She had been expecting a long call filled with hearty laughs and soft responses to spoil her dinner! But a small doubt niggled. Was Rohan doing it for her benefit? She’d find out later that night, when she took the bull by its horns and confronted him about her doubts.

              

                Nevertheless, her mood was spoilt slightly. Samaira’s thoughts hung like the Damocles’ Sword over her. Peevishly, she said, “Rohan, will you please shut off your cell-phone? It’s irritating!”

             

                With a small laugh, he did as she requested. “Happy? Now give me a good smile!”

             

                 She laughed and said, “Eeee….” Then both of them burst out laughing loudly, till they realized that other diners were staring at them. Both of them pored over their respective menus and ordered for soup, main courses and dessert. 

                 Rohan was playful and charming as he held out his hand to her. “May we dance till dinner arrives?” 

                 “You know that I can’t dance to save my life!” she gently chided. 

                 “Come, I’ll teach you. There’s always a first time!” he gallantly offered.

              

                 She allowed him to lead her to the dance floor where several couples were swaying to the live band’s melodious tunes. Rohan guided her steps till she got the rhythm and started tentatively dancing. Though awkward initially, she was soon dancing in step with her husband. The proximity to her handsome husband and the divine setting made her ecstatic. She felt as though she was in heaven and always wanted to be there!

                

                 Rohan too was soaking in the dream-like spell of that evening. He felt the tickle of her thick hair, her warmth and noted the softness in her beautiful eyes. He studied her features carefully, as if noticing her again. Her eyes were dark as midnight, her pupils shone like stars; her slightly twisted nose lent a certain character to her square-jawed face. And her lips? They were wide, full and moist, pink with lip-stick and parted with desire! Unable to resist the invitation, he suddenly bent and kissed her on her lips, lingering slightly, as she initially resisted and then gave in to him. She reveled in his by-now tight embrace and then as reality struck, she gently squirmed and looked at him teasingly.

               

                 “I hope that you haven’t forgotten about our dinner!” she said in a whisper. With love brimming in his eyes, he said, “No I haven’t! I had just forgotten about how beautiful you are!”

                

                 “Now stop buttering me up. I know that I’m not beautiful!” she said mockingly, but with a small giggle.

               
                   “Then you must look at yourself through my eyes, Amisha. As is rightly said by someone, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, isn’t it?” She blushed and kept quiet      

To be continued...... 

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