Chapter 179 - Prevention was always better than the cure. (2/2)

I wanted to give her time. I did not want her to feel awkward around me, though I knew it could not be avoided. She was ought to feel shy, awkward around me. I also had to avoid her for a while as my body was still very sensitive to the images of her skin.

That tiny black mole on a couple of inches down on her left collarbone was still roaming before my eyes. I was in dire need of a cold drink. I stopped drinking the hot beverage, placing the mug down.

I was again thinking in that forbidden territory. God! I averted my eyes from her figure clad in plain pink saree. The wind blew the end of her saree, my heart fluttered at that.

My treacherous eyes could not be blamed for their sneaky attempts. They betrayed me and went back to stole some secret glances as her.

I reckon she herself didn't know how beautiful she was. She didn't even need to make efforts for it, and that made it all the more special. My fingers itched by my side to remove those locks from the side of her face.

Watching her, trying to do her best to stay away from me, I decided to give her time. In the end, I knew whatever I talked about made her bashful. She was an inexperienced girl in the matters of intimacy, how could I expect her to take in everything so easily? I had to be more patient.

I had never planned to have the conversation this way. We would certainly have had it one day or another. Today, it just happened so suddenly that I did not have time to prepare myself. How could I have warned her? It was not practical.

However, my wife did not shy away from me as she listened to me. I had seen the thin layer of moisture in her eyes. For a moment, I thought to withdraw and stop talking. But, when in her eyes, I had noticed the eagerness to know more, I continued.

There was a wave of love emerging in my heart, looking at the woman through the glass. I was transported in the past as I found this particular situation similar to those times I had spent looking at Innaya from afar. At that time, I could observe her how much I wanted without any disturbance.

I never got bored for I could always learn one thing or another. Being a silent spectator for so long had made me familiar with her body language, feelings, and emotions.

I could read her like an open book. From looking at her now, I could tell with certainty that she was conflicted. Conflicted at what she should do. One part of her wanted to avoid me, and the other wanted to continue the discussion where we left.

Her shyness was prohibiting her desire of participating actively in decisions of our life.

I narrowed my eyes when they caught something which should not have been there. I sat straighter in my seat when I found Fortune in the garden. My all thoughts came to the standstill.

What was he doing out?

Before long I was getting out of the chair, rushing down the stairs. I almost ran out of the house to the back garden.

What if she had a panic attack because of Fortune. Though I knew, he wouldn't hurt her, but still.

Prevention was always better than the cure.

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