Vivan"s eyes widened when he saw Ira holding a pot of water. She walked towards him with a smile. He fixed his posture and hoisted his body again. He brushed his hair, staring out of the window and making all the attempts to look as handsome as the TV star.Ira sat beside him and unceremoniously uncovered his chest.
"Don"t look. Close your eyes." Before picking a towel, she gave her instructions. He shrugged his shoulder but followed and closed his eyes.
"Don"t say a word."
"Not allowed to touch."
She didn"t want to hear his spoiled voice full of temptation. Neither wanted to see his eyes twirled with desires.
Even after all the instructions, she felt his accelerated heartbeat and ragged breathing. Now she could neither command his heart nor his breath.
"Only this time"
She took a towel and wiped his chisel body.
Throughout her life, Ira served no one, and here she was wiping someone" sweat.
Like a king, Vivan leaned on the pillow behind and enjoyed her service with his eyes closed.
Her gentleness surprised Vivan. Like a piece of precious stone, she cleaned every corner with care.
He smiled with his eyes closed.
"Don"t smile."
This time he couldn"t control and laughed out.
"What are you laughing at?" Ira asked with a dominating voice.
"Ah?" Vivan opened his eyes stunned. "What?"
"I asked, why are you laughing at?" Ira repeated again.
"I won"t let you take advantage of me."
"Oh! It tickles." He chuckled. His smart wit saves him every time.
Ira got embarra.s.sed. When Vivan glanced at her, her face was flushed. Her cheeks, her earlobes, the tip of the nose he so much desired to pinch had turned red.
So he reached out his hand to do so."We are married. Why are you still shy?"
Ira grabbed the hand coming towards her and placed it on his chest. He could feel his own heart beating out of the chest.
"It"s not me. You are shy. " She giggled this time.
"Yes." he placed his other hand on top of hers, "Feel it. it beats for you." His warm touch and words seeped in her heart. Her heart got excited with these mere words.
She pulled her hand. "No touch. You touched. I won"t continue." She handed him the towel.
"Sorry." He hanged them by his side like an obedient child.
"Fine, I will forgive you this time." Her tone dripped with haughtiness.
Vivan laughed at her childish accusations. She continued to wipe his hands. "Ira will you be so gentle with our babies as well."
"Offcouse" She pulled out a box from her bag. "I got you these disposable wipes to clean your face just like wipes for the baby b.u.t.t," she said.
Cleaning b.u.t.t? Did she mean after they p.o.o.p and pee? And Ira used them on the face?
He saw the box was the same she used for him to clean his peepee yesterday.
"Huh! Don"t you use wipes to clean makeup?" No, how could you use the same wipes to clean the face and b.u.t.t?
Face got different wipes which he had seen her use it. Now, she was fooling him saying they were like the wipes for a baby b.u.t.t. He wasn"t one to be fooled easily.
"These are different. Antibacterial wipes for soft baby skin." She pointed to the writings on the packet.
"You mean I got baby skin?"
"No I mean you got bacteria on your face."
In a childish voice, he said "MoMa, my armpit smelly." he sniffed it.
This man was he always like this or he became a weirdo in this life. "You smell lavander." he continued.