Let The Fever Go!

When he came back home from work, she was sleeping - shivering with fever - fully and tightly covered inside that warm quilt. He did not want to disturb her, carefully kept the parcel food he had brought along on the table next to the bed, wanted to go out and sleep in the hall. But something brought him back in. He wanted to check how bad her fever was - wake her up slowly, help her complete the food, then the medicine and put her back to sleep to the usual strumming of his guitar. But she woke up - all too suddenly - right when his hand touched her forehead.

He looked at her, asked her if she was okay. She smiled, told him that her fever would never go - if he couldn't help. He did not understand what she meant - at first. Told her, he was no doctor. Mandoos mandoos, she playfully teased him. He still could not get what she was trying to imply. Okay, have to admit - he was feigning ignorance now. Totally unable to hide it for long, he blushed the romance out. She triggered the wild riot right away, made the first move with the most unexpected kiss in the most likeable peck spot and the music followed.

The fever left her instantly leaving her to fall sick again - but now in intense love. With that severely naughty smile, he was running after her, chasing - wanting to pull out her saree fold that had carefully been tucked right below her round and beautiful belly button. She hit him hard. Aiii - with a shout, he left a solid pinch with the reddening mark on her wheatish waist skin. He held both her hands firmly, pinned her to the wall whispering sweet-nothings into her ears, then a few sugar bites on the lobes - I am definitely going to kill you, kill you with my kisses, he threatened her with much love. What happened next is completely left to your imagination!

He had always been that innocently upright person - keeping away from all such things calling them - cha cha wrongs and chi chi wrongs, but now the more he breathed in the fragrance from her jasmine-flower clad long hair locks - he was stoned, helpless, left only to more willingly do all those things he once considered chi wrong - in the most sweetly mischievous way possible.  Whenever they sat in the fields surrounded by the green of the mountain, and as the tunes from the flute and the tabla fogged the scene leaving refreshing dew-drops on the love-stricken surfaces of their minds, they just stared into each other's eyes in silence. The rest followed like magic - swelling her belly with their babies, one after the other. Lying on her comforting lap, he wrote her a poem that ended with a question - 'After thoroughly ravaging my heart, why do you even vaguely think that the gold, the wealth, much money, societal norms and other things would take me away from you; or that those vain things would pacify the ticklish unrest that gets sweeter by the day and grows intense by the night?' In reply, all that she knew to do was to remind him that they were already married and kiss him instantly - a little harder than usual. Then, they both laughed their heart out lying down there - gazing at the stars and counting each other's moles as the night once again covered them in its loverly warmth.