Rachel and Krish rolled on the bed, got up on top of one another, hugged and kissed.
She gathered her little dress while Krish put on his Italian loafers.
When they came downstairs, the party was in full swing.
After some time, the couple left Andaman Club and walked into the dark, silent, night.
The sky looked like an overturned black wok of awesomeness studded with a million dazzling stones.
Tucked away right under the nose of Port Blair a swanky resort lay like a love letter. They got a very warm welcome when Krish and Rachel checked in.
On arrival, they were offered a gin cocktail.
"You are telling me you knew all along?"
"Oh Rachel," smiled Krish, "I know what they'll serve on a Valentine's day."
"I need a long hot bath,” Rachel purred.
That little dress came off, the lacy lingerie too came off, an uncanny silence descended in the sprawling washroom. Soon Rachel sat in the bathtub in her birthday suit!
“Mix the oils and rub me,” she giggled.
Krish rubbed Rachel hard.
She moaned from the ecstasy and picked up a rose-shaped, fragrant soap from the soap dish. They soaped each other. After some time, Rachel came out of the tub wet and unclothed.
Suddenly, Rachel opened her eyes in the middle of the night. Her sleep was broken by visualising the racy images. She looked at her sleeping husband. He had been on virility pills. She was not willing to destroy her marriage because of a one-night stand with someone else. She stood at the window, staring out. She made a resolution not to think of Krish any more. Nature slowly unfolded her treasure at the first ray of sunrise.
(c) Dipayan Chakrabarti