Clayfull beginings part 2
Startled to see him home so early, her hands squeezed the clay in panic, it balled and flew straight at him.
Her mouth formed ‘O’, but only a squeak came out.
A dark look came over his face as he had to dodge the flying missile, he gave her a look that would have quelled her before. But now she knew him better, she knew his moods, she knew the expressions, the look in his eyes.
“Biwi, yeah paratha ka aata nahi hai! Gund gund ke peeto maat!”
Her eyes questioned him, she raised an eyebrow as to say what do you know about it.
He gave in to the urge, and walked towards her. She looked so incredibly sexy even though she was covered in red clay. He came up and giving her an intense look and settled himself directly behind her on the stool, his chest right up against her back.
She stiffened in surprise.
“Relax, biwi…mein tumhe kha nahi jawoonga.” Not yet anyhow, he muttered to himself. Leaning across her he picked up a wire, pulling the wire under the remaining clay on the wheel, he pulled it clean off.
He was so close, she could feel his every movement behind her, his every muscle as he moved to pick up a fresh ball of clay and a small sponge soaking it in water. She was totally enclosed in his arms, this was the closest, they had ever been.
He was speaking softly into her ear, but all she could hear was the rush of her own blood as it rushed to her heart creating a loud thumping beat, she was sure it could be heard all over Mumbai.
“Biwi! Concentrate!” he said, annoyed that she hadn’t been listening, she turned slightly to look at him and he saw the rosy flush on her cheeks, the slight parted lips, her soft panting breaths.
His hands froze in the act of moulding the clay and unconsciously covered hers, her eyes were so enormous, he felt himself drowning in them. She was so incredibly lovely, his fingers reached up to clean the porcelain skin of her cheek which was splattered with red. He watched as her eyes closed in anticipation. Suddenly he withdrew as if stung. He had set out to teach her and that’s what he was going to do.
“I know I am RK the superstar, but biwi tum dosro ke tarah ghoor ne ke koi zaroorat nahi hai, if you keep looking at me like that I will think you are after my autograph!” he said arrogantly covering up his reactions to her. She was rapidly getting under his skin.
Blushing harder at having been caught out again, she turned and looked in front of her, he took her hands towards the clay and cupped them around the spinning ball, whilst pouring water over the spinning ball with the other hand.
“Dekho, this is how you start, make sure its centred first. If you don’t centre it correctly whatever you are making will fail from the start.”
He pressed his hands over hers, breathing softly against her neck as he showed her how to centre,
Madhu listened to the soft instructive tone of his voice, she listened to him carefully as he showed how to centre, pull up and shape the clay. Together they pulled the clay up, it became a labour of love as he showed her how to shape it into a bowl.
“I never knew aapko itna accha pottery karna aata hai.” Madhu said as she carried out his instructions. Leaning forward right against her back, he kept pouring the water on the pot. His eyes on the spinning clay.
“Biwi sab kuch itne jaldi jaldi jaan logi tou rest of the life bore hogi!” He replied sarcastically.
A grin broke out on her face, so he did see them together for a lifetime. Excited by this nugget from his lips, she took some water and splashed the pot enthusiastically, it flew straight back at her soaking her.
A crooked smile lit his face, then he saw the red liquid trail down her throat and vanish into her cleavage and the look on his face turned to raw hunger, she was looking down at herself muttering curses.
“Biwi!” His voice sounded raw, she turned and looked at him, seeing his face she froze. Why was he looking at her as if he wanted to eat her alive?