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“I-Love-You,” panted Malvika through the hard kissing and touching.
    “I love you too,” said Abhijeet.
    Abhijeet started kissing Malvika’s jaw line; he was leaning over her. He moved from her throat, down to her collar, then kissing her breasts. He touched her body so gently and passionately that Malvika just smiled when Abhijeet gently kissed her stomach. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off, then off came his shirt.
    She was pulling at his belt but seemed unable to comprehend how to unbuckle it. Her motions became more frenzied and she made loud frustrated breathy noises. He reached down and undid it, opening his fly and the night air was shockingly cold on their hot skins. This bizarre night of his life, this exhaustion, the absolution of pleasure, the totality of his desire; she undid her bra, her breast bare. He took hold of his penis and guided it into her. Abhijeet pushed against her, she seemed impossibly hot to him and she cried out at the touch, her nerves singing, rushing blood. He slid into her and it seemed like the most pure sensation of his life, and his thoughts and burning mind were silenced in a cresting wave of pleasure rising like a tide of ice through him, touching every nerve. She too, smouldering in the fire of love, placed her hands around his face. He looked into her eyes and slowly moved inside her, giving her gentle strokes of pure pleasure and love. Malvika ran her fingers over his back, as her moans became louder and louder with every stroke of love. Abhijeet locked her lips with his, silencing her screams as he finally came inside her.
    She was enveloped, buried in his unnatural heat, searing impossibly hot against him. Abhijeet opened his eyes and saw that she was watching him, her mouth open and her eyes half closed in bliss and love. Her body in the candle light seemed beautiful beyond perfection. He let his gaze explore her writhing white skin, watching her impale herself on him, how deep he was buried within her.
    Now Malvika thrashed on top of him, her breath rasping, and he leaned back as waves of shockingly bright pleasure rocked his body with every movement. He felt his own orgasm cresting through him. It blocked his senses in a sizzling white noise. A purity of pleasure and nothingness. She moaned against his neck. Her hips came clamping down on him. She bent back, away from him, her legs shuddering as she came. She moaned again and threw herself forward onto him.
    Malvika sat curled against the bed, looking towards the ceiling. Her mouth was open in a beatific smile. She stretched and slowly lowered her head towards Abhijeet who was still looking at her and closed her eyes, the smile lingering on her lovely lips.
    Abhijeet looked at her beautiful face.
    Her hair was the colour of raven’s wings and cascaded like a waterfall down her back, reaching her neck, but this was no more striking than her eyes which were like sapphires, set symmetrically into her face, brimming on to the point of overflowing, with peace, wisdom and compassion. Her figure, slender and pale like a porcelain ornament and seemingly as fragile, also looked to be as light as a feather. Her eyes held a distant, dreamy look, yet seemed to scan the surroundings with purpose. Whenever her eyes met his, they held within him an eerily knowing look as though she could see right into his mind and know exactly what he was thinking…
    She had an ethereal grace that was breathtaking. Her flawless skin seemed to almost glow in the dim light, and those eyes were pool of darkness. To look into those eyes was to teeter on the brink of an abyss. Her magnetism was irresistible, and he was weapon less in the face of it.
    “Abhijeet why do you love me?” she asked. Abhijeet had no answer…
     

 
     
     
    Chapter 9
    Darsh
     
     
     
     
     
    The word servant especially in the past was definitely associated with subservience but not necessarily naivety. In biblical days and even as late as the 19th century, servants