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Forty-Six
RAASHI
There was a bear with a hot water bottle for a head breathing into her neck. Raashi grumbled in her sleep, trying to escape the bear but it wrapped a beefy paw around her waist holding her in place. It started to poke her in her back with a long stick and she wiggled her body to get out of its clutches.
“Stop it,” the bear growled. “You’re making it worse.”
Did bears talk? But then they didn’t have hot water bottle heads either…The last vestiges of sleep fled and Raashi’s eyes flew open. She glanced down carefully and noted the hairy arm slung over her waist. That meant that the hot water bottle bear was actually Harsh and the stick…she wiggled again. The stick jumped in response.
“Stop it!” Harsh mumbled irately.
Raashi giggled, the sound so foreign to her that she slapped her hand on her mouth in a vain bid to keep it in. The hand tightened around her waist pulling her closer, the ‘stick’ now nestling against her butt. She gave another testing wiggle, her bottom rubbing up against him.
She was still mid wiggle when he flipped her on to her back, hands braced on both sides of her head as the rest of him loomed over her, all shaggy hair and scruffy stubble. Her heart did a ridiculous little flip in her chest at the sight of him. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding it out of his eyes as he slowly lowered his head to kiss her. Just before he made actual contact with her lips, there was a knock on the door. They groaned in unison, frustration ripe in the air.
“If we stay really quiet,” Harsh whispered against her lips. “Maybe they’ll go away.”
Raashi moaned, her hips automatically rising in a bid for closer contact with his body.
“That’s not staying quiet, Viper.” Harsh dropped his head to the crook of her neck, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
In retaliation, Raashi turned to nip at his neck, drawing her tongue over the tiny bite her teeth had made. Harsh growled, turning at the same time and capturing her lips with his. Raashi sank into the kiss, her hands clutching the back of his head, fingers slipping through the rough silk of his hair.
“Vedhava, open the door.” Her mother-in-law’s voice was accompanied by a loud pounding on the beforementioned door.
Raashi whimpered as Harsh groaned and pulled back, his hand clenching in the pillow by her head.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Harsh’s swearing was a muted roar, muffled by the pillow he’d buried his face in.
Raashi couldn’t help but agree.
“We should get up,” she whispered, defeated. “Your mom will kill us otherwise.”
Harsh rolled off her and onto his back, staring at the ceiling with a pained expression.
“Harsh?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Let’s go,” he muttered, getting up and storming over to the door.
Raashi scrambled to sit up and look as presentable as she could after having just been passionately kissed.
“Most mothers,” Harsh announced, throwing the door open and glaring. “Want grandchildren. So, they keep the bedroom door knocking to the minimum.”
His mother glared back at him. “Have some shame, Harsh. Do you ever think before talking?”
“Never saw the need,” he muttered, scrubbing a hand through his hair but looking the teeniest bit shamefaced.
“Raashi,” her Athama looked past him to where Raashi was trying to hide under the comforter. “Your father and brother are here.”
“What?” Raashi stared at her mother-in-law, astonishment plain on her face. “Why?”
The older lady didn’t bother answering her stupid questions. “Make yourselves decent and come downstairs, both of you.”
“Define decent!” Harsh called after her retreating back but she ignored him, clearly more than used to his nonsense.
Raashi rolled out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, her stomach pitching and rolling. She struggled to stem the tide of nausea as she reached for her toothbrush, adding a large blob of toothpaste to it.
“Easy.” Harsh wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her scent.
