My Mohan
The rains had intensified and were now torrential. The atmosphere was damp and cold. To add to it all, the lights had gone out. When I came out of the kitchen with a lighted candle, he was standing at the large balcony, smoking a cigarette with just his dhoti wrapped around him. Just a few minutes earlier we had ended torrid love making, no holds barred, which made me a real woman for the first time. “Are you OK?” he asked. “Never better. I am still intoxicated” I replied going to him and...