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A Morning with Bharat and Aditi
Amar and Divya are away, consulting a specialist in Benares. The rest of the family has gone with them. They want to make special offerings at the Ganga, for Divya. Bharat and Aditi stay behind; Bharat will need to cover the office for Amar.
Bharat has been busy the entire week. Going into work very early and staying very late. Aditi hasn't really had much of a chance to spend time with him during the week. It's Saturday morning. Aditi is in the kitchen, fixing chai to take up to Bharat. She plans to make him whatever he wants for breakfast. She has decided to pamper her busy, overworked pati a bit.
Bharat comes downstairs, hears Aditi in the kitchen; he enters quietly. Aditi is distracted, humming happily to herself, as she prepares the chai; smiling as she thinks of Bharat. Bharat walks up behind her, as he slips his arms around her waist, Aditi squeals in surprise. Bharat pulls her to him. He dips his head and kisses her neck. Aditi smiles shyly, blushes and tries to wiggle out of Bharat's hold; but he is having none of that!
Bharat tightens his hold on Aditi, resting his rough cheek against her soft one, says "so this where you ran off to so early. I was hoping for a little morning romance with meri patni; and you were gone". Bharat rubs his morning beard gently against her cheek, he dips his head, nuzzles her neck again, nipping the skin lightly; and growls. Aditi giggling at his playfulness, slaps lightly at his arm and says "Bharat, besharm!"; but doesn't try to escape his arms. Bharat loves the sound of her laughter. He brushes his lips back and forth over the bare, velvety skin between her neck and her choli, where it is clinging to the top of her shoulder. Bharat's hair falls forward, brushing against Aditi's skin. She says absently, "you need a haircut". Bharat rests his chin on her shoulder, grins widely, and with a bit of challenge in his voice, says "fine. You give me one".
Aditi turns her head slightly and eyes Bharat. She knows what he's thinking, that she will refuse. But, she is intrigued by the idea of pampering him with this small "wifely" duty. Aditi turns her head more to the side, decides to accept the challenge and with a shy grin of her own, she softly says "theek hai". At Bharat's look of surprise, and obvious pleasure, she feels a wee bit emboldened. She cheekily wags her finger at him, lowers her voice, furrows her brow and in a quasi stern tone says "and no complaining afterward Bharat Singh, if you don't like it! You agreed"; ending with a firm nod of her head.
Bharat is equally charmed and fascinated by this sassy Aditi. He is delighted as well, at her taking the initiative and wanting to do this for him. He flashes a satisfied smile, and says "as long as I'm not bald when you're done meri patni, I promise not to have any complaints". He hugs her tightly and tries to kiss the corner of her mouth; Aditi laughs merrily and tries to wiggle out of his arms again. Bharat, distracted by Aditi's laugh and wiggling, loosens his hold just a bit, and Aditi manages to extract herself from his arms. At seeing Bharat's sad, puppy dog look, Aditi says, "Bharat, please sit, drink your chai before it gets cold; read the paper". Aditi starts to leave the kitchen, stops, turns to Bharat. Her eyes shining with her excitement, she says "I'll be right back, I'm going to get the scissors. Oh, and no changing your mind while I am gone!" she adds with a saucy grin. She dashes off towards the stairs before the smile on Bharat's face has a chance to fully form.
As Aditi collects the scissors from the vanity drawer in the bath, she spies Bharat's razor; an idea pops in her head. She smiles gleefully, grabs a couple of towels; a bottle of shampoo; a comb and brush; shaving cream and a razor. If she is going to cut Bharat's hair, she might as well try to give him a shave too. Satisfied with her plans, she heads back downstairs for the kitchen. When Aditi enters the kitchen, she sees Bharat lounging in his chair, the cup of chai in his hand, as he scans the paper spread out in front of him; on the table. Bharat looks up as Aditi comes in, he is surprised at the armful of stuff she has brought with her.
"Exactly what all do you have there Aditi. Looks like more than just scissors". Aditi blushes and shyly says, "I thought I would give you a shave, after I cut your hair". Bharat looks a bit doubtful and asks "have you ever shaved a man before Aditi?". Aditi says hesitantly "oh, ummm, no, no I haven't"; she lowers her head a bit, a dejected look forming on her face. Aditi looks so downcast that Bharat decides a few cuts and slices can't be that bad ..., right? Bharat's adams apple bobs a bit as he swallows nervously, if shaving him will restore his patni's happy smile; her laughing and teasing, then what's a bit of blood, eh? Bharat winks, a cocky grin spreading across his face to show her he is fine with the idea. With a loving tone coating his voice he says, "Love, I don't mind, if you don't". Bharat feels his heartbeat skip as Aditi smiles beautifully at him. She is so happy and pleased that he will trust her to do this for him.
Aditi puts all the items on the kitchen counter, next to the sink. She pulls a clean kitchen towel from a drawer, beside the sink, and lays it out on the counter. She puts all the items in order on the towel. Then she walks to over to Bharat and stops beside him. Bharat is still sitting in his chair, his arm draped over the back, the cup of chai dangling; forgotten in his hand. He is so engrossed, enjoying watching his wife as she fusses getting everything ready; he forgot he was holding the cup. She takes the cup from his hand, places it on the table. "Bharat, please bring your chair over to the sink. I want to wash your hair first, then cut it, okay?". Bharat raises a brow, grins widely and asks "what brought on all this royal treatment for your pati?".
With Bharat's "royal" comment, an image of Bharat as a powerful, commanding Maharaja fills her head. Aditi's smile has a vixenish edge as she enjoys the image and fantasy of Bharat, as a commanding Raja. Aditi slips into the fantasy a bit as she says to Bharat, in a distinctly flirty voice, "your wish is my desire, meri Raja. I am yours to command". Aditi sashays over to the sink; the teasing swing of her hips causes her hair to sway and brush against her waist. Aditi looks over her shoulder, bats her eyelashes, winks and grins; there is a wee bit of bawdiness in it. Bharat almost trips over his feet in his rush to get the chair to the sink. He is captivated; entranced; by this alluring, winsomely enchanting imp; who has taken over his shy, beautiful wife. Bharat definitely appreciates and approves of this new, cheeky, flirtatious side, of his Aditi.
Once he is seated, Aditi folds Bharat's shirt collar under so it is out of the way. Bharat takes the opportunity to steal a kiss as Aditi has him lean forward, so she can wrap a towel around his shoulders. Aditi blushes rosily, but doesn't protest. She just laughs and lightly pushes him back against the chair. She folds a towel over the edge of the sink to cushion Bharat's neck as he leans back. Aditi picks up the brush, slowly brushing Bharat's hair back and away from his forehead. She continues to brush his hair; enjoying this small wifely act. As she looks at Bharat, his eyes are closed, his face has a very relaxed look to it, his mouth forming a contented smile.
Aditi puts the brush down on the towel. She turns on the faucet, adjusts the water temperature; until if feels just right against her hand. Aditi gently places one hand to Bharat's forehead, putting her wet hand against the back of his head to guide him, as he leans his neck against the edge of the sink. Aditi leans in, and quietly asks "comfy?"; hoping not to disturb his relaxed state. At his satisfied "mmmmmm", she takes a handful of warm water and pours it over Bharat's hair. The water isn't soaking down into his thick hair though.
Aditi, standing to the side of Bharat, begins to run her fingers through his hair gently; trying to wet his hair down to the roots. As she concentrates on the task at hand, she hums quietly while smoothing her fingers from his forehead, down the back of his head to his neck, where it is perched on the sink edge. She slowly, gently, massages his scalp, then moves her fingers back in a reverse motion. Aditi is lost in what she is doing, marveling at how thick and silky Bharat's hair feels between her fingers. Bharat on the other hand, while obviously, enjoying Aditi's ministrations, begins to feel himself react to her nearness. He can smell the light, fresh scent of her skin, as she leans closer to him. Just the feel of her fingers running sensually through his hair, as she massages his scalp, is more provocative than he anticipated; or expected.
Aditi is completely unaware of Bharat's reactions. She is too engrossed in wetting his hair thoroughly, running her fingers all over his scalp; gently raking through his hair with her nails. Once Bharat's hair is completely wet, Aditi pulls her hands from his hair. Bharat groans softly, suddenly in conflict with himself. He loves having Aditi's fingers tangled in his hair, but at the same time, he is getting a bit uncomfortable with how it is affecting him. Bharat leans up a bit, shifts in the chair, trying to relieve some of the tension beginning to build in him. Aditi rubs his neck softly and asks if he is uncomfortable. Bharat mutely shakes his head no, he tries to pull in a deep breath without being too obvious. He exhales quietly, closes his eyes, leans back again; to be tortured, willing, by his sweetly seductive patni.
Aditi reaches for the shampoo, squeezes a small amount into one palm, wets the other hand; then rubs her palms together to create a lather. She repeats the process of slowly running her fingers through Bharat's hair. She is enjoying the sensual combination of the luxurious, satiny shampoo coating her fingers and Bharat's raven thick, silky hair entwining around them. She begins to play with his hair, pulling at it lightly, drawing it up, then gently raking her nails through it to smooth it back down against his sensitive scalp. Involuntarily, Bharat shudders, he can't stop a low moan as he gruffly says "god baby, that feels so damn good!". Aditi pauses for the briefest second, then continues; a surprised smile of delight, curving her mouth. She savors the feeling of feminine satisfaction, that eliciting such a spontaneous and masculine response from Bharat, brings her.
She gently scrubs and massages his scalp, as she finishes shampooing his hair. Aditi's dark chocolate eyes take on a saucy gleam as a small, smug grin crosses her face; Bharat is shifting in the chair, groaning softly in a very apparent appreciation of her ministrations. Aditi begins to rinse the shampoo from Bharat's hair. She carefully pours a handful of water over his hair, starting from his forehead and pushing the water through with her fingertips. As droplets of water start to roll down Bharat's temples and onto his neck, Aditi leans over him and pats them dry with her pallu. Bharat opens his eyes, raises a finger; he tenderly rubs it over the soft, downy skin of the underside of Aditi's chin. Then he slides it slowly down her throat, to rest in the hollow. Aditi shivers, pulls in a breath through her nose; and exhales with a stuttered sigh. She is a bit bemused by the touch of Bharat's slightly rough fingertip on such sensitive patches of skin.
Bharat intrigued by the softness of Aditi's skin, raises his head and replaces his fingertip with his lips; he repeats the action. Then he flicks his tongue into the hollow of her throat. Aditi gasps in surprise, she feels her skin heat under Bharat lips. The soft flick of his tongue in the hollow of her throat causes her stomach muscles to retract. A tingling tension is beginning to course through her body. Barely able to speak, and without any conviction, Aditi tries to admonish him in a shaky voice "B-B-Bharat, behave, please". Bharat's smile has a bit of a masculine, self-satisfied edge at her physical reaction and agitated response. Bharat shrugs innocently, and in a voice full of gentle teasing says "how can I resist kissing such a tempting, inviting spot love?". A rosy, pink blush covers her cheeks, as she shakes her head at her husband's amative behavior.
Bharat tries to pull Aditi on to his lap, she squeaks "Bharat!", in an embarrassed tone; her rosy pink blush is now bright red. Aditi straightens quickly as Bharat laughs, smoothes his hand over his chin, raises his brow. In his best imitation of a wicked Maharaja, he says teasingly "well, you did say my command is your desire my darling. And, if you weren't such a tempting ladki, I might be able to control my sudden "Maharaja" tendencies". Aditi can't help but grin at his teasing, but suddenly, she is feeling very shy as Bharat's heated, dark onyx eyes roam over her. She tries to calm the rapid beating of her heart. Then in what she hopes is a nonchalant tone says, "well you will be a Maharaja with sticky hair if you don't let me finish rinsing it, meri Raja". Bharat sighs in mock disappointment and leans against the back of the chair, his neck once again positioned at the edge of the sink.
As Aditi begins to ladle handfuls of water over Bharat's hair, he closes his eyes and idly rubs the end of her pallu between his fingertips. He is once again duly relaxed and aroused by Aditi's loving attention in rinsing his hair. Once Aditi has all the shampoo rinsed from Bharat's hair, she wraps a towel around his head and has him sit up straight. She steps in between his knees and slowly begins to rub the towel over his wet hair. Aditi smooths the towel slowly, gently back and forth over his hair. As she tries to dry the back of his head, she takes a step closer to Bharat; she wobbles a bit. He lifts his hands to steady her. Aditi softly rubs the back of Bharat's neck to dry the water trailing from the ends of his raven black hair, where it rest just over the edge of his folded collar.
With his fingers resting under the fold of her sari on the warm bare skin of Aditi's waist; Bharat is tempted by her smooth skin. He rubs his thumbs caressingly over Aditi's tantalizingly soft, satiny skin, his fingers squeeze and press into her waist. As Bharat's fingers caress her waist, Aditi is hypnotized by his gentle touch. Her hands come to a halt at his neck, the towel forgotten in her hands. Bharat draws her closer to him. His heartbeat begins to thump; Aditi's heart is already racing in her chest. Bharat, leaving one hand at Aditi's waist to steady her, smoothes his other hand very slowly, seductively over her stomach, under the front of her sari. He traces the edge of her sari where it is wrapped around her slender waist. Aditi sucks in an audible breath at Bharat's seductive, enticing touch, then gasps loudly as his fingers dip into her navel; and explore.
Startled, Aditi steps back, she tries to pull away from Bharat. But Bharat's hands are holding her securely at the waist; so she manages only a small step back. There is a slumberous, sensual hue in Bharat's eyes as he gazes at his wife's flushed face. He can see her pulse beating rapidly in the hollow of her throat. Aditi presses a shaky hand to her pounding heart; it feels as if it will leap from her chest, if she removes her hand. Bharat gently pulls Aditi to him and down to his lap; he leans her back against his arm. With a very provocative smile gracing his face, his lips approach hers. In a sexy, lustful voice he says "I do believe my haircut and shave will have to wait until later, love. Your Maharaja commands it". Bharat presses his mouth passionately to Aditi's, she barely manages a brief nod of acknowledgment; as Bharat's mouth opens hers in a scintillating kiss. Aditi is completely spellbound by Bharat's mesmerizing touch. She surrenders her mouth; and her will, to Bharat as he takes complete charge of their kiss. The once again forgotten bath towel, drifts slowly to the kitchen tiles, as Aditi wraps her arms around Bharat. They are swept away in their overwhelming passion for each other.
The End
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