“Papa papa, I want to watch grudge today. Pa pa pa plllleasseee”, pouted little Ankit.

“No sonny boy, you feel frightened and then pee in your bed.”

“If that is the problem, I’ll pee on your bed.”

“Funny that was. Now watch this cartoon Anki.”

“No no nooooo”, Ankit was certainly getting adamant.

“Ooho, show him a horror flick, why are you arguing with him?” she reprimanded.

“What the heck, he sees all those horror flicks and frightens me at the middle of the night with his stupid screams and nightmares.”

“Oh c’mon, don’t behave like a 5 year old now”, she snapped.

He had to oblige. But because he couldn’t watch this flick, for he was too scared to handle sudden rise in the volume or popping up of a weird creature, he planned to have a walk down the street, with his new special friend, the iPod. He was craving to hear his favorite number, ‘With or without you’ by U2. While closing the main door, he asked her, “Fruits or no fruits?” She looked at him, a little confused, and said, “Ya, strawberry would do.”

He smiled at his luck and hurried to the chemist, bought a pack of flavored condoms (strawberry), and came back. He was happy to see Ankit sleeping, she had lulled him already.

He patted on her shoulders and said, “Good job biwi.”

They took off their clothes decently, kept them neatly at the corner and came close. Her eyes were looking into his, but his eyes were stuck on her bosom. She knew he would be quite elevated today, for she had called for her favorite flavor, strawberry. As he looked into her eyes, he saw her looking down at his crotch. He knew she would eat him today, for she had called for her favorite flavor, strawberry.

As they kissed each other, their passions seemed to overflow. They hugged each other tightly, rubbed each other’s body and caressed wildly. The turn-on was simply too much to handle tonight. As they were kissing, he tried to push her face downwards, but she refused. A forceful push irritated her and she said, “I’m not going south.” He felt cheated and said, “Hey, you ordered for flavored ones, so I thought this was quite evident, why backing off now?” She looked into his eyes and said, “Madam ka mood nahi hai ab.” It weren’t her words that fumed him, but the smile that lingered at the edge of her lips. She was teasing him, and he hated it when the heat was on.

She smiled and said, “Okay, don’t pout. I’m going there.” As she moved southwards, they heard a scream, “Please leave me, please leave me ghost uncle, I will not eat ice-creams anymore, please don’t kill me.” They looked at each other, and exclaimed together with a sad note, “Fuck.”

She rushed to the other room while he lay on the bed. Coming back after half an hour, she looked exhausted. He knew it would be stupid of him expecting her to get a turn-on instantly. So he did the usual. Talk. Sweet-talk her to bed.

“You know what, it all started with a flying kiss, and ended on a real kiss”, he was trying to remind her of how their relationship started. She smiled at him with retrospection showing in her eyes. He was smiling as well. He looked into her eyes and popped up another line, “It all started on JNU’s rock, and ended on bed.” She laughed on hearing this. It was a naughty laugh, a laugh that starts with a chuckle, and ends with a chuckle. He still loved her naughty laughs, and her notorious eyes, that laughed louder than her.

“You know what, it all started with bumping into each other at parties, and ended on meeting everyday”, she was surely enjoying this session, and getting creative as well, with the sudden gush of reminiscence engrossing her mind.

“It all started with bumping into each other, and ended on humping on each other”, he surely wanted sleaze in their talks. She made a face of disgust, then laughed again, patting on his hands disapprovingly.

“It all started with a peck, and ended on a kiss”, came her reply. She was now looking at him, his ex-pression. First he would laugh, and then ponder for a minute, and then come with a line with such restlessness just like a kid who’s just memorized a sonnet and is eager to recite it to others. Nevertheless, he answered, “It all started with gazing into each other, and they’ve still hold on to the gaze.” She blushed on hearing this, moving her gaze away from his piercing eyes. But she was in a naughty mood as she answered, “It all started with a gaze into each other’s eyes, and ended on him looking downwards.” The session was getting creative now.

“It all started with her taking off the tee, but ended on her wearing a towel”, he was surely recollecting their old days. She smiled and said, “So, what do you expected, I take off all my clothes? Despo.” He added another line, “It all started with him craving, and ended on him craving for more.” She looked at him, his cute face. Been a really long time since they had been together, from flirting to going around to finally marrying each other. His half-smile looked tempting to her, and she went up close to him and hugged him tight. He took her in his arms tightly and whispered, “It all started with her coming close, and ended on entering his heart.” She smiled and kissed on his nose. Then she rubbed his ears, saying “Ooh, how cold your ears are. Muah.” Love fluttered like a lyrical whiff accompanied with a thick sheen of romance.

As he started to take off her clothes, luck augured another blow ‘coz they heard Ankit crying again. They looked at each other and exclaimed together, “Fuuuuck.”

She went up to Ankit’s room, and found his bed wet. She screamed aloud, “He has wet his bed out of fear, now what?” He yelled back, “Change the bed sheet and lull him, I’m not gonna invite him to our bed. It was his choice to watch that horror flick.” She got irritated on hearing this, and brought Ankit to their bed, saying, “Why don’t you lull him for a change.” She went out of the room to the drawing room, banging the door.

He looked at Ankit, who was in half sleep, and smelling foul too. So he scrubbed him, changed his clothes, and lulled him to sleep, hugging him. Then he went up to the drawing room, only to find her awake, sitting on the sofa, having white rum, watching some romantic flick. As she saw him coming, she lent her gaze back to the TV and said, “So, bitch, where were you?” He was puzzled as what happened to her, but being a sport he answered, “I was just looking after the kid.”

“And who’ll look after me, you bitch. Now take off your bloody clothes, don’t waste my time, you useless creep”, she certainly was in a dominating mood. As he started taking off his tee, she said, “Bitch, don’t you know I’ve paid for you, so don’t gimme this pale session. C’mon, strip for me, dance along, lemme have some worth for my money.” He looked at her and answered, “Yes sir”, and then started dancing sensually. She was trying to stop herself from laughing, and she resisted by doing away with smiling unabashed. Then as he took off his tee, she threw a 100 rupee note on him. Now even he couldn’t control his laugh. She made a strict face and said, “Hey, you are not in a bloody Tonight with Jay Leno Show, so stop laughing your ass off and gimme some real action, bitch.”

He took off his pajamas and now was dancing seductively in his undy, in a bizarre manner. Then he took her hand, pulled her and they started dancing, perhaps swaying to the music-less ambience. Now she came to terms with his hot breaths and bare body. He took off her nightgown and they started swaying, hugging each other tight. She then stepped on his feet, becoming taller, coming closer. She was looking directly into his eyes, lost in them, and then they pecked. Swaying along, they were caressing each other all along. There was a whiff of romance whose aroma seeped in their souls. This was again a turn-on.  

As she took off his undy, his face became alarmed. She asked him what’s wrong, to which he answered, “Fuuuuck, the condoms are lying in that room where Ankit is sleeping. Now what?” She said, “Ooho, such a simple task it is. Just walk barefoot without making any noise and bring it naa.” He looked at her, then at that door and said, “No way. I know I’ll wake him up.” But he knew he had to go.

He went into the bedroom, and the inevitable happened. Ankit woke up on his opening of the door, that noisy door. As she heard him saying, “Sonny boy, you again woke up?”, she knew this was it. She couldn’t handle it anymore. She took the iPod lying on the table, rested on the mattress lying on the floor and listened to her favorite number, ‘In my place’ by Coldplay. The lyrics were soothing and let her forget the chaos they had created this night. ‘Singing please, please, please, Come back and sing to me, To me, me.

Come on and sing it out, now, now, Come on and sing it out, to me, me, Come back and sing.

In my place, in my place, Were lines that I couldn’t change, And I was lost, oh yeah, oh yeah.’

After 15 minutes when he came back to her, he saw her lying on the mattress, with her bare back shining, tempting him to kiss it all over. He went there and kissed her back, but there wasn’t any reaction from her. He looked at her face, only to find her sleeping. First he frowned, then calmed down. Then he smiled to himself. What a night. Nothing happened. But still, so much happened.

He looked at her. Her tousled, tangled hair. Her beautiful skin. Her cute nose. Her chocolatey mole. She looked like an angel, and how innocence preceded over her face while she slept. Years that added to her age only brought youthful fervor on her face. He was happy to realize that after all those years, he still find her the most beautiful, he still loved her more than any ever. He snuggled up to her, putting his arms around her back, and slept peacefully. She woke up by his breaths that tickled her ears. They looked at each other, smiled, and the rest followed!