As the silver moonlight fell on Awnirudh's bed, he looked at Vandita and admired her beauty, completely unsheathed. He felt as if a bouquet of fragrant white jasmine was adorning his bed. It was mesmerizing. For the past few years, he had craved to be with her, to touch her, and now, at that particular moment, he feared that his touch may blot her purity.
As he pulled down the last layer of clothing from her body, he pushed her legs apart slowly. Vandita was bashfully resisting this sudden exposure. Awnirudh looked up at her and spoke in a deep sensuous tone, "Relax your body Vandita, and I'll show you stars."
