After that night the room was silent, only Amrita’s soft sobs and our heavy breathing echoing.
I rolled off her and lay on my back. My cock was still half-hard, sticky and red from her pussy.
Amrita turned on her side, knees pulled to her chest like a little girl who had been punished. Her shoulders shook lightly.
I gently stroked her back.
“Amrita… I’m sorry… I went too far…”
She didn’t speak. Just let out a long, tired sigh and whispered so softly I had to strain to hear,
“Just… let me sleep… please…”
I pulled the sheet over her. Lay naked beside her. A few minutes later her breathing became regular. She fell asleep. I stared at the ceiling. Shivam’s promise, what I had just did… everything spinning in my head.
Morning light filtered through the curtains. Amrita woke first. When I opened my eyes she was already out of the bathroom, opening the wardrobe. White salwar-kameez, wet hair, no makeup. Her eyes were puffy. When our gazes met she froze for a second, then looked away.
I sat up, sheet wrapped around me.
“Amrita…”
She stopped, back towards me. Then very softly,
“What is there to talk about, Sajan ji? What happened, happened. Just… stay away from me now.”
She pulled out a suitcase and started packing.
I was shocked. “Where are you going?”
“To my parents’ house. Today. I can’t stay here a minute longer.”
I grabbed her hand. She jerked it away.
“Don’t touch me!” There was hatred in her voice, but her eyes filled with tears again.
I lowered my head. “I understand… you’re hurt. I… I’ll leave today itself.”
She paused. Closed the suitcase. Slowly turned to me.
“No… you’re not going anywhere.”
I looked up. She came closer, so close I could feel her breath on my face.
“Shivam called this morning. He told me to take care of you for the full month, some very important work. If you leave he’ll be furious with me.”
I said, “If you leave, what will I tell Shivam? This is your home. I’m the stranger. I’ll go.”
She stood there for a long moment. Then whispered,
“Neither of us is going.”
She came even closer. Her voice dropped.
“But on one condition. From today you will not step foot in my room again. Whatever I say, goes. Understood?”
I nodded.
From that day the atmosphere in the house became strange.
Amrita spoke only when necessary. Avoided eye contact. But in the same house, how long can you avoid someone?
Three days passed like that.
Then one night it rained again, just like that first night. Thunder, lightning. I was alone in the living room drinking whisky when the lights went out. The whole palace plunged into darkness.
After a while I saw Amrita coming down the stairs holding a candle. White silk nightgown – the same one. Hair loose. The candle flame danced on her face.
She stopped in front of me.
“I’m scared… the rain is so heavy.”
Her voice trembled.
I stayed silent.
She sat beside me on the sofa, so close her thigh touched mine. The thin silk let me feel her heat.
The candle flame flickered. Outside the rain grew stronger.
I said softly, “Amrita… if you keep treating me like this, I’ll leave tomorrow morning. I know what I did was wrong. Very wrong. But I was helpless. Even if I told you the full truth you wouldn’t believe me.”
She was quiet. Lips trembling.