Chapter 3

Neal sat on the stool beside the piano. His mother had taught him how to play t when he was young. Music had vanished from his life. The piano was cleaned and dusted everyday by the maid but there was n one to play it. Neal pressed a key of the piano. The sound of the piano echoed across the walls for the fist time. Neal closed his eyes he saw his mother- a bright faced lady in a red sari, curly hair and bangles of ivory at both her hands. A subtle add of gold at the neck, ears and wrists made her a queen. She was a doctorate in contemporary Indian and Western music. She lived early years of her life at Shantiniketan. She used to sit at the same stood and sing for Mr. Roy, her beloved husband paying the piano. Neal would sit at the sofa besides his father and watch her mother play. He grew fond of music and her mother taught him how to play the piano.

Three years ago, he played for Palak; his love, his admiration. She sat there at the sofa and he played Franz Liszt's third Etude Un Sospiro. It is the third part of the Etudes- ll Lamento (the lament), La leggierezza(Lightness), Un Sospiro (A sigh). Neal closed his eyes and though about the one for who he would play the tune. He felt Aishwariya standing  behind him and he played, she wrapped her arms around his neck and bite his right ear. He felt a strange sensation as she licked his cheeks with her tongue. He felt an urge and excitement, his fingers ran across the keys playing the music. His mind was blurred, all he could see was the mole at her right bosom. He pressed the final stroke and opened his eyes. She wasn't there but he could feel her presence. He could not think anything else, anything but the fair toned sylph all bare before him, wet in the rain. The words "Have you ever felt the rain?" ringed in his mind again and again.

A December morning, Christmas is close and it was raining. The dampness of the rain added more chill. Neal stopped playing the piano and lookout of his penthouse. Drops of rain hit the glass window pane and then gently flow down.It was raining last night too. She went to the open backyard at her house and undressed herself in the rain. She felt the cold biting waters on her tender skin. She closed her eyes and looked above the dark sky, squeezing the clouds off every drops of rain to fall on her fragile lofty skin. She stood there in the shivering cold getting wet with the hands stretched sideways to embrace the nature at its best. Neal watched her do so but he couldn't dare to get wet in the rain. They were silent, enough nor to alert the house owners for it would be a shame if they saw her playing in the rain like a three year old in her twenties and he was watching every moment of that. She could catch a violent cold he feared but she wouldn't stop. She was enjoying very much. He was feeling strange, her sexual attractiveness encroach his pious mind and put seeds of lust in it. At the same time he admired her tenderness, he got inner peace in the turmoil of lust with a simple glance of her. The feeling was strange, the feeling he could not perfectly understand.

Aishwariya felt her privates in the rain, a sudden urge rushed through her nerves. She felt cold, she shivered but the shiver was in no match to what she was expecting, the shiver she felt a night before when she felt herself, when she had an orgasm. Neal was standing there in front of her, her admiration for her grew deep in her heart. She bit her lips and felt the drops of rain at her lips; she wanted to be kissed, she wanted to feel like the princess in fairy tales.  Thunder cracked loud and it brought her into senses. It scared her a lot. She rushed towards him and embraced him and felt a sudden warmth in her bosoms, a scent of a masculine arm embracing her.

She rushed in the room and sat in front of the electric heater. She took the bed sheet from her bed and wrapped it over her as she sat on the sofa close to the heater. Neal walked in and took he quilt and placed in over her.Neal took her right feet and faced it towards the fire for it to feel the warmth. He began to rub her feet to ad more warmth. Everything was silent. The only sounds that could be heard were of the thunder now and then, the rain, the rubbing of the feet and the chatter from her teeth as she shivered in cold.

Neal opened the door that led to an open roof space at his penthouse. He unclothe himself and stood there in the rain. He closed his eyes and he concentrated on the rain drops hitting his body. It was indeed a strange feeling as Aishwariya had told him to. There was  darkness in front of his eyes and he could feel every part on his body. He forgot the loads of work; all the loads of his life. He felt free. She might be born almost after two decades but she was someone that complimented him, competed him.

There was a sudden pain in his head, he felt dizzy. He screamed out in pain the world was swirling in front of his eyes and then there was total blackness, total silence. Neal Roy lay on the ground panting heavily but motionless.

Rings of smoke that faint away
As they reach the incandescent bulb,
Hanging out of the window, pouring light
Making a whisper, the home is not lonely.

I wish you are beside me, playing your fingers
At my back, feeling my milk toned skin
As I sit by window in just heels and stockings daring
The silver stalker, admiring me through the pane.

The intoxicating marijuana has got me out of senses.
I want you to push your hands from my back
And feel my bosoms as they protrude out, stiff out
And bite my neck and engrave a mark like you care.

You push in enticing me to make love;
The pain excites me when your flesh buries deep in.

Aishwariya woke up from her dream as the first rays of the sun fell on her face. She woke up excited. Her hair all messed up as she rolled on her bed from left to right. The thoughts from the dinner last night was lingering in her mind. Neal was handsome, someone she would want in her life. Neal was not  picture perfect considering he was about to die from something she was not aware of. But then she had met him for a reason, everything that happens has to have a reason; sometimes unexplained but yet has one. She had to get up from bed. Neal would be there in an hour and she had to get the surprise ready.

She went to the washroom to take a shower. She opened the shower to get herself wet with warm water and rubbed the loofah over her body. the body shampoo smelled of orchid. A pair of pigeons who have built their nest outside her bathroom ventilation watched and hooted and she lathered her body. She applied shampoo on her golden curls and rinsed thoroughly to cleanse herself of the shampoo. She came out in her yellow towel tied above her bosoms and dried her hair with a blower standing in front of the mirror. She took out a pair of skin tight jeans and a white tee. she wore them and then wore her grey  high necked jacket over the tee. It was a cold December morning after all. She then wore her ankle length boots to complement the attire.

The door bell rang. She knew who could be waiting at the door. She walked up to the door and opened it.

"Good Morning Sir...I meant Neal. I was just waiting for you"