I kneel down before him as I look at him in the eyes. His eyes are staring right at me with what I know is lust. He wanted me. He got me.
"Are you sure?" He asks as he kneels right before me. His tone is challenging as well as questioning. "Will you be able to take me?" His index finger slides over my throat to my lips. He touches them harshly.
He was a whole different man now. He was either cold like a boss or clingy like a husband. But never had I seen him like this. And strangely I liked him even now.
"Yes." It comes out in a voice lower than intended.
He stands up and unfastens his belt. His boxers go down the next. My eyes look at him in confusion. I knew till here but what was I to do futher?
I touch his penis and trace my finger over it. He shudders.
"You don't know what to do?" He asks. I nod.
He takes a bunch of my hair and makes me level with his hips. His dick right in front of me.
"Anamika." I nod as he calls my name.
"Anamika." He says again. I frown.
"Anamika." The third time I open my eyes and I realise whst happened. I had a dream. A dream so realistic that I almost sucked a di-
"Is everything alright?" A voice asks. I scream.
"What?" Mr.Oberoi asks. His voice unlike last night- I mean in my dream, was normal. He was dressed now. And definitely wasn't seducing me with his dick which was so big in my dream. I wondered how it was in actual...no I didn't. I was having stupid thoughts.
"I'm fine." My voice comes out hoarse. Did something really happen yesterday?
"What's wrong with your voice?" He asks concerned.
I shake my head. Before any futher questions, I stand up.
"Breakfast." I remind them.
Although they didn't seem convinced, they reluctantly followed me outside.
We have a good breakfast and I get ready in five minutes. We all leave the house.
"You're quiet." Mr.Oberoi's eyes are on the road. But I know he can feel my movements.
I groan. What did they want me to do? Dance here?
"In three weeks we are meeting my mum." I remind them to change the subject. "She's not like other moms but she will sure throw a fit. Who won't. I'd be shocked if Samm-"
WAIT WHAT?! Why would I be shocked from someone else's decision. I am the one who shocks others with my decisions.
"Continue." Mr.Oberoi says unbothered by both, my saying and my stopping.
"Just that be prepared." I say.
"I'm a grown man." He says. "She should trust me with you."
"I don't know." I sigh.
"Let's see what happens." He hums.
That night my mom called me after so many days. We didn't talk to each other like we were close. Nor did we treat each other like strangers. We both knew we had been through a lot of things we didn't tell each other about.
"Hey mom." I say like I wasn't going to drop a bomb on her in a few weeks.
"What are you upto?" She asks.
"Just the usual. I'm graduating soon." I tell her.
"And your entrance test? Do you study well?"
"Yeah." I tell vaguely. "It's going well." The truth was I had completely given up on that.
"Good."
"Yeah." I say. "How are you?"
"Busy in work." That was her response.
"Yeah take care." I tell and she hangs up. Later I get a message asking if I needed money. I didn't. I hadn't spent my own money since I married.
Since I married I became a completely different person. I liked it. Taking care of others, growing together. But in this 21st century, I didn't want to become a housewife.
"Hey." Mr.Oberoi calls as he hands me over a cup of hot chocolate. He takes a sip from his own all the while staring at me.
"Hi." It was warm to my cold body. It was summer but the breeze and my thoughts, made me feel cold.
"What's on your mind?" He asks.
"Nothing." I say averting my eyes to the sky. The black sky.
"Tell me." He insists.
What bad would it do to tell him? He could judge me for all I care.
"I..." But it was not easy to say what was on my mind. A thought that made me seem like a loser.
"I don't have dreams." I confess. "Until now I thought I was going to be a lawyer but then I wanted to change my mind. A bookseller. Then again I want to be..."
"Be what, Anamika?" He asks. "You can be anything. I'm here for you. Whatever your dream is...I can afford it."
"What if I wanted to be nothing?" I blurt.
"You'll still be something." He says putting his cup down. He walks over and takes my cup from my hand. His hands hold mine. Why was it cold on a summer night?
"You can be my wife. A mother." He whispers. "That's not bad."
"That will be-"
"Are you afraid of what people will think?" I nod. "Then don't. Don't think of them at all. We three can be happy. You can not love us and we'll still do. Maybe someday we'll grow onto you."