MOORINGS OF THE HEART
By Neel Anil Panicker
“Why do you love me so much?”
Harleen looked up, her chin pressing against his hairy chest, and then replied, her voice a soft dulcet, “Hmmm…that’s because you are great in bed.”
Parth cocked his eyebrows, a shadow of a smile forming on his rugged countenance.
From six inches below, Harleen watched him, and tactfully attempted a detour.
“Well, why not, my love. You are kind, loving, sensitive…not the haughty conceited kinds who can’t see beyond their dicks…in short, a nice, warm and friendly person and one with faults that amply qualify him as human.”
Parth’s free arm traversed all over her bare shoulders, the tips of his fingers running down her neck. His eyes, something in them made it known that he hadn’t got the answer he was searching for.
Call it womanly instincts or what have you but Harleen sat upright, pushed the stark white bedsheet above her chest, and turned around, this time rewarding her lover with her full gaze.
“Ok Parth, so you want to know why I love you the way I do?”
A moment’s silence filled the second floor Oyo room that the two had checked into an hour ago.
As Parth looked on, Harleen cupped his face in her hands, and looking into his jet black eyes replied, “It’s because no one has loved me, loves me the way you do”.
Outside, in the distance, the slow chug of a goods train could be heard. As it passed by, the sounds gave way to the incessant twittering of a few sparrows just outside the curtained window.
Thereafter, silence reigned supreme.
In the semi-darkened room, two lovers locked eyes once again, their hearts and bodies entwined like a pair of inseparable Siamese twins.
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