She should have looked away, should have simply backed out and yet she felt she could not. The moment had come and gone and she did not stop it. Before she knew she was hugging him, holding him tight, feeling his cologne fill her senses as his hands felt her back. There was no urgency in him...just a confidence that both scared and excited her. She felt him push her back and saw him reach for the buttons on his shirt. That was perhaps another good time for her to stop him but she still did not. Instead she found she could not turn away. And she should have.....how could she? She was a married woman...and yet...there she was...in a room with another man...
"I can't," she said and he nodded...
"I understand. All I am asking of you is to hug me...that's all..."
Raagini felt him close the distance and shock went through her whole being. She was still fully dresed and yet she felt naked. He just held her close and she could feel his warm skin sear her even through the blouse....uncomfortable by her own body's reaction she turned around and distanced herself from him.
"I..." but her words were stopped short as his hands came round from behind and his body crushed hers against the wall...she closed her eyes then...knowing that at this moment she did not want to think. His hands were on her waist now, tugging on the shirt, pulling it loose. She felt his fingers find her skin, sending rude shocks through her. Paralysed on the spot she waited as he inched his hand up her waist and cupped her right breast...
The door squeaked and she opened her eyes with a start.
"Sorry...did I wake you up?"
Raagini felt sweat break on her forehead as confusion gripped her. She was still warm...her heart was still wildly thudding in her chest...
"You okay?" He asked again, his face shadowed in the dim light...but his face. She was in her room...her bed...with her husband....it had been a dream...
"Just a dream..." she murmured, her face still flushed and warm.
Raagini nodded and turned around as tears filled her eyes with misery and shame...misery because she loved her husband...there was no one but him...and shame bacause she could not be completely honest if she was crying at the fact that it was only a dream or because it was just a dream.....
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