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hands on my hips were firm, his
thrusting almost painful. I was trembling, overcome with emotions I could not
explain.
    He gave a deep, animalistic groan, pulling out of my pussy
as he came in great, hot bursts across my ass. His fingers dug into my skin.
    “My God…” he said after a moment, breaking the lengthy
silence that followed our lovemaking. I felt him shift, moving away from me to
snatch his mundu from the floor. He wiped away his cum with the soft
cotton, surprising me with an affectionate kiss to the spot between my shoulder
blades. “Lie down, Rosie.” His voice was as commanding as ever, yet remarkably
tender.
    I obeyed, turning to lie against the single pillow on his
bed. I was sated, exhausted from more than the vigorous activity. I felt as
though every ounce of emotional tension I had been carrying around was gone,
leaving me with a weariness I had not earlier been aware of. I looked up at
Navin as he brought a light blanket from a pile I had not noticed before.
    He turned to me, covering my still-naked body. He stood,
studying me in silence for what might have been ten seconds or five minutes.
Time was remarkably hard to grasp in the haze of emotions I was feeling. I’d
had no awareness of the changing light, or how the bright early morning had
shifted to dark cloudiness.
    “You’re so sad…” Navin said in that uncertain way he
articulated himself in English. He seemed unsure of whether or not his words
were correct. Yet they were. His words were more accurate than he could ever
have imagined.
    At the exact moment I opened my mouth to convey this
thought, a rumble of thunder that seemed to rip apart the very earth beneath us
tore across the sky.

Chapter Three
     
    There was something about a Kerala thunderstorm that
couldn’t quite be explained. I had not noticed the clouds rolling in, or the
skies darkening to the color of pewter. When the rains came, the drops pummeled
the dried earth, and the smell that followed was delicious. I lay on Navin’s
bed, listening to the angry patter of the rain against the roof of his shack. I
was amazed at the hut’s construction, surprised by the lack of leaking.
    Through the open doorway, I watched the water dripping in a
silvery curtain off the edge of the leafy verandah. The air smelled of wet
earth and the unique perfume that came with the disturbance of sticky pollen on
a thousand flowers.
    Navin stood against the doorframe, dressed in a fresh mundu once more. His arms were folded across his bare chest, his eyes staring to some
point in the far distance. We made no attempt to talk, for the thunder was
deafening, encompassing what I imagined was the whole country in frightful
trembles. I recalled the first time I had experienced a tropical thunderstorm
and how I had been certain the world was coming to an end around me. The
darkening of the skies, the flashes of electric white lightning, the thunder,
all together were truly apocalyptic.
    As the rain began to lighten, Navin’s reverie was seemingly
broken.
    “Would you like me to go now?” I asked, sitting upright,
pulling the light sheet against my bare breasts. He turned, regarding me with
an easiness I was not expecting. There was a total absence of awkwardness.
    “You can stay,” he said with a single-shouldered shrug.
“Would you like some tea?”
    I smiled at him. “Yes, please.”
    With the same efficiency as before, Navin prepared the
infusion while I sat on his bed, watching. After a moment, when the little
kettle was beginning to boil, he turned to me again.
    “I have not…” He paused, looking beyond me as he sought the
words. “Done sex with a stranger before.” His eyes met mine, holding my gaze.
“Only my wife. She died five years ago.”
    “I’m sorry,” I said, finding my voice was quiet. He nodded
once. “I have not had sex with a stranger before, either.” I wasn’t sure why it
mattered, but I wanted him to know I was not promiscuous.
    Navin smiled and nodded. “ Athe ,