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sketched onto the horizon, the wild green grass circling the blackened ground as if it were hallowed.
    The next had its windows and doors closed and unbroken. That in itself seemed enough for an invitation for his tiring eyes. Abhijeet let go of Malvika’s hand. He tried to open the door but it was locked. Better still.
    “We need to break through,” he said.
    The door was ornamented with three panes of glasses, and Abhijeet hit one with his elbow. It didn’t break, and he hissed at his ineptitude for survival once more. He used the heel of the torch and the glass shattered, the noise muted by the wind. Abhijeet reached through the broken pane and unlocked the door. He led Malvika into the house. There was no one in there. It seemed like the house was deserted. The first room held a large dark-wooden table, with a centrepiece of wilted flowers and candelabra. Polished hardwood floors reflected the light from the torch and full bookshelves lined the walls. On one wall hung a mirror with a gilt frame.
    “Wow! Nice cottage. Why is it abandoned?” asked Malvika.
    “It’s haunted!”
    “Shut up!”
    The curtains glowed faintly in the static light from the clouded night. Abhijeet lit the candles with his lighter and turned to grasp Malvika’s hand and lead her deeper into the house towards the bedroom.
    He took the candelabra and left her alone in the dark while he walked into the kitchen and looked through the drawers until he found something to eat. As he turned from the drawers, Malvika stood behind him, softly lit and beautiful in the dim light, staring at him with the same dull unawareness. He stared at her for a few moments, and suddenly the distance between them seemed intimate, bloated with tension and full. He looked at the shape of her thighs beneath the thin jeans, the arc of her cheek, the fullness and youth of her lips. He shook his head to clear it. Not the most appropriate time for such thoughts.
He took her hand and led her back to the room. She responded to his gentle push and followed, though her eyes never left his face.
    She couldn’t resist now. Neither could Abhijeet.
    She bit his palms softly; licked his wrist. Her hands came up and grasped his bicep firmly, pushing up his sleeve as her lips met his. She began to make soft mewling sounds and he watched her, entranced, eyes wide, unable to pull back from her, his erection feeling huge and uncomfortable against the rough tightness of his pants. He realised that his mouth was full of saliva and swallowed compulsively, licking her lips. Her lips moved swiftly from his mouth to his neck, and the touch of her hot breath on his cold skin shot through his mind in burning lines. She bit just above his collar, then higher to just under his jaw. She sucked at him as if she was drinking from him and her body shuddered. He could see the rise of her breast pressing against his chest, and his fingers opened, dropping the can that he had found in the kitchen. His left hand seemed to move of its own volition, slowly, as he stared at the absolute perfection of the Malvika’s full breast in the half-light of that night.
    “Someone will come, Abhijeet,” she shied.
    “No one will,” said Abhijeet.
    He thought he had never seen anything so beautiful. He cupped her breast, feeling the frisson of the curves at the centre of his palm.
    Abhijeet stroked her cheek and kissed her lips . Malvika was cut off as he slowly started to move his lips on her’s. Their lips moved in time with each other and Abhijeet raised his hands up to Malvika’s hair and tangled his fingers in it. His other hand, he pulled up to her face and cupped her cheek. Malvika rose up his shirt and slowly started to feel Abhijeet’s body. She moved from his lips to his neck thrusting her onto his thighs. Abhijeet placed his hands on Malvika’s lower back slipping one hand down the back in her jeans. She was in a total daze and all she cared about was how good it felt kissing Abhijeet.