The wind was getting stronger. It started moving curtains like a tissue. The lightning was getting frequent. The thunder was closing in. It was so loud that at times it drowned the sound of the music playing at the party.
Yet nothing dared to enter the sensual bubble that Kyung-Soo and Nivritti were in. After Nivritti started speaking about her therapy session, Kyung-Soo softly lifted his hand away from her stomach and again started placing those pins over her back.
"And?" asked Kyung-Soo.
"And, what?"
"What else did she say?"
"She said that I am an idiot."
"That you are," chuckled Kyung-Soo.
"Shut up!" scolded Nivritti. "She said that I knew what was wrong with me. I can self-diagnose but I don't know how to deal with that information. We will soon start working on my cynophobia."
