Chapter 1: Passion Disrupted
Buzzing loudly the mobile phone disturbed room's deep silence. Sunita's back rose off the mattress, her breath trapped between a moan and a gasp. Deep between her legs, Amit's tongue licked her gently and purposefully as though he were relishing every flavor of her. Gripping her hips, his fingers held her open as he drew moist, scorching circles over her clit. Her hands were knotted in the bedsheet. Her legs shook.
"Amit... yes... don't stop," she groaned, her voice hoarse and desperate.
Teasing her entrance, his tongue dipped lower; then it slid back up, flicking against her swelled place with a pattern that coiled her body tight. She could feel the climax approaching--so close--rising from deep inside, about to burst. But just then, the phone buzzed once again. Noisy. Steadfast.
Amit moaned quietly and raised his head from between her legs, his lips still shining with her need.
"Damn," he murmured, looking at the screen. "Three o'clock in the morning. The Car has arrived".
Breathless, Sunita looked at him, her whole body still on the edge.
"What is it? You are now stopping?"
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he bent in to kiss her inner thigh. He murmured into her skin,
"You want to finish?"
She nodded frantically. "Yes... please, just a little more."
But he gradually withdrew. His voice was low and playful.
Sunita, "No."
"Not as of now. Every single second--you will feel me inside you if you hold this climax all day. We will share this suffering. Then... I'll let it blow up tonight once we are back"
Grabbing his wrist, she cried.
"You are so cruel"
He grinned and pulled her underwear back up.
Chapter 2: The Fear of Being Watched
Stepping outside into the cold night air, a little mist hung low and the early morning calm was disturbed by the hum of the waiting car.
The driver greeted them, a late thirty around man with sharp features and a polite smile. "Good morning, sir, ma'am."
Opening the back door for them, he said, "I'm Shiva, your driver for today."
Amit nodded back. Shiva, good morning. He said, helping Sunita into the car, "Let's get moving."
The car appeared warm inside; the dashboard was softly shining in the usually dismal region. Covering everything, hiding everything, the outside darkness felt soothing. But inside the car, the air throbbed with heat.
"First time in the Andamans?" Shiva asked, glancing at them through the rearview mirror.
"Yes," Amit replied. "We're from Mumbai and needed a break from work."
"What do you do, sir?" Shiva inquired.
"I'm in real estate," Amit explained. "She handles interiors, while I manage operations."
Sunita sat at the door, her body tense and her mind divided. She tried to focus on the road ahead, the irregular bend, the pounding of tires vibrating against tarmac. But all she could feel was Amit's touch still echoing inside her, unfinished, unsolved, blazing like a secret she couldn't ignore. Now... his hand came back.
Once more it laid on her thigh. Familiar. Bold. Dangerous. Catching her breath, she grabbed his wrist.
"Amit", she whispered gently, her voice low.
He remained quiet. Just looked at her with the same annoying calm. Fingers slipping beneath the waistline, his hand moved up under her pantyline. He found the heat between her legs with exasperating simplicity. Sunita shivered, her neck vibrating with air.
"Not here, no", Not now. She gazed in the rearview mirror.
Shiva was gazing down the road.
Her legs stayed spread nonetheless. Amit's soft, consistent massage of her panty sent tingles up her spine. Her fingers once more gripped his wrist; this time, not with genuine effort. Inside her, feelings battled: humiliation, worry, and a rising wave of heat making her bite her lip.
What is the matter with me? she thought about Why does this look... good? Why am I still damp with him looking?
Amit's other hand slipped beneath her shirt. Sunita's stomach flitted. His fingers brushed her ribcage and then grasped her bra-covered breast. He circled his thumb leisurely. She shut her eyes.
"Please stop"But she whispered. Then came the tug--the deliberate, acute pull as he slid her bra down and her breast broke free in the faint light.
"Amit!" she said, seizing his arm.
He remarked, "It's still dark."
The chilly air caused her breast to harden. She was embarrassed everywhere. Yet, the agony between her legs became more acute. The outside forest began to fade into grey-blue tones.
She freaked out and tried to lower it. Amit grabbed her wrist.
Eyes wide, she looked at him pleadingly. "He'll see me..."
Amit leaned up close, his lips brushing her ear.
"Then maybe he will thank God for such a beautiful view."
Her throat became tight. A quick wave of shame flooded her chest. This is not correct. He is watching. Maybe. Maybe not. What if, however... And behind it all, a whisper of truth curled around her back:
"Sir, this stretch is especially tight. We will spend somewhat more time."
Amit answered without effort.
"Don't rush. Sometimes, moving slowly is more intense. Isn't that so?"
Burning cheeks, Sunita looked away. Her shirt stayed above her breast. Her body still in view. She glanced at the mirror again. Shiva's expression was still too silent.
Chapter 3: A Pause Before the Storm
The SUV was moving quietly through the fading morning mist as the first light cut across the forest.
"In about five minutes," Shiva said, "Sir, we will reach the Jarawa Reserve entry point."
The car came to a gentle stop at Jarawa Reserve entry point.
Shiva said, edging a little closer, "We'll wait here till 6:30. You might have some tea outside. There's a washroom just up ahead."
Sunita's uneasiness of evident. She could not change her posture. She could feel the fabric clinging to her breasts, one of which had been totally exposed only minutes before. Her bra's
position in body served more as a reminder that how far she had let things go.
Shiva, however, quietly opened the door and exited without comment. No lengthy gaze. No sideways look. Just silence. Respectful. Strangely aware. More than anything else, that made her skin tingle. She waited a second and then cautiously shifted her stance.
Pulling her bra back into place, straightening her kurti and running her fingers through her tangled hair. Amit's unfinished work still made her thighs ache. She emerged, head slightly down, and headed straight to the restroom. She locked the door and bent over the sink inside, gripping the edges tightly. She sprinkled cold water on her cheeks and tried to breathe. What is wrong with me? What is happening with me?
When she saw Amit back at the tea booth, he seemed totally relaxed--legs outstretched, cup of steaming tea in hand, like though this was some leisurely holiday. She sat across from him in silence. The air was filled with hot pakora smells, but she couldn't eat.
Without looking at him, she spoke in a soft, measured voice.
"Your actions in the car were embarrassing. "
Amit stayed steadfast. He drank his tea again as though she hadn't said anything shocking.
He only said, "It was lovely."
She turned to face him.
"You stripped me before someone else."
He gazed at her, his voice falling.
