Why is it whoever wrote about love has written nothing but the journey between one's arms and death, the journey of everything dreamy to the longing one feels at the expense of thier absence, like a hook stuck on one's heart and like flowers fluttering inside a person's rib cage.
Sathya had just gotten a fax about Krithika's medical camp and he was definitely Elated and proud, but having her part him for a week was definitely not a good news to his heart.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft palm touching his shoulder, he slowly turned back to find her smiling at him, "Hey, Doctor" He called her softly,
"En oru maathiri irukunga? " She started wiping his head and his neck with her saree pallu making his heart stumble again,
He was already trying do hard to control his heart that ached to hold her and her being concerned about him didn't help his self control at all,
His hands encircled her waist pulling her closer as he interchanged thier positions. His large hand came up to clutch ber cheek as he placed rough kisses on her neck, her collar bone and her forehead.
"DSP sir.. " She whispered, her eyes half open as he gave her waist a hard squeeze and he instantly pulled away,
"Sor- sorry ma.. Na.. Oh god, I should've been gentle! " He turned away hiding his face in his hands,
Krithika instantly went up to him and hugged him, "enaku onnu illa " She mumbled in his chest,
"Illa.. Na.. -
She tiptoed and kissed his cheek to offer assurance and he held her waist, his palm softly caressing the smooth flesh, she instantly felt ticklish
"Na azhaga irukena? " She asked him and he silently looked at her,
"Sollavae koodatha vithangal la azhaga irukinga" He said professing his desires and she giggled feeling coy,
"Neenga enna vena sollalam" She ached to hear his heart,
Sathya slowly pulled out his chair and sat down, pulling her with him to his lip. Krithika raved a breath, encircling her palms around his neck affectionately,
"Idhela solla mudiyathu, Doctor..
Neenga enna epdi laam disturb panringa nu senji kaatna dha theriyum" He whispered in her ears, kissing her jhumka,
"Ep- epdi? " She dared to ask again, clutching his shirt near his chest
" Dho.. Ipdi oru oru vaatiyum neenga en sattaya pudikumbothum.. Edho pannum..
The way you blush, the way you move your hands when you talk..
The way you bounce your way into my room, neenga enna thotu pesumbothu..
Neenga en kitta varumbothu..
You drive me crazy, Doctor.. Absolutely crazy.. His hands held her bare waist under her saree as he continued to speak looking into her eyes,
Krithika couldn't take it, she couldn't handle all this tension she felt when he came so close and whispered, "What do i do about this tension, DSP sir? "
"Unleash it, Doctor" He whispered, feeling her thighs over her saree and she instantly leaned forward, kissing the mole on his neck,
"Do- Doctor" He held her head and closed his eyes feeling her open the buttons of his shirt,
