Chapter 19

Drishti came out of the shower in her grey shorts and cream colored camisole, water dripping from her hair.

Shravan stared at her and his mouth went dry seeing her half naked form.

When will he get used to this? He thought.

How is a man supposed to control himself when his wife walks around looking downright sexy?

He saw her taking a bottle of lotion and poring it onto her palms. She then rubbed her hands together and started applying the lotion on her long legs.

Shravan gulped hard. He had maintained a celibate life for 26 years. Even when he was at Harvard, where casual flings and affairs are a common thing, he had remained indifferent.

That what is it about Drishti that pulls his like a magnet. Like a moth to the flame.

“I’m in love with the shape of you.

We push and pull like a magnet do.

Although my heart is falling too.

I’m in love with your body,” he heard Drishti humming while applying lotion on her swan like neck.<