This story is part of a novella – A girl was born

Do check out the first and the subsequent chapters – https://firsttimemommy.net/category/a-z-blogging-challenge-2018/

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Tara nodded. Himanshu signalled for the check and scribbled his sign on the paper. Getting up, he took Tara’s hand in his, and walked out of the restaurant towards the elevators.

The tension in the elevator was heavy and palpable. Thankfully, there was no one else with them at this time of the evening except the lift boy.

As soon as they found themselves alone in the hotel room, Himanshu took Tara in his arms. Tara looked at Himanshu. She could see naked passion in his eyes. She had an idea that her eyes mirrored his emotions. Tara was attracted to him like she was to no other man. Himanshu was the only man who had ever made her feel like this, beautiful and wanton at the same time. Why did he make her feel so, happy, wild and alive?

Himanshu kissed her. Tara kissed him back. It was a long hungry kiss. She felt like the sleeping beauty who was meeting her prince charming after 100 years. Tara experienced raw passion. This was the passion that people wrote books on, fought wars for and killed and got killed for.

“Why did I ever let you go, Tara? I want you now forever!!”

Tara registered these words through a very fuzzy brain. She didn’t like the sound of these words. Forever. No. While she was scouring through her past, he was busy building their future. She was not looking for a future. At least not with Himanshu.

Then what are you doing here? She asked herself.

She suddenly realized what she was about to do? She stepped back.

“What happened?” Himanshu asked, confusion written large on his face.

“I can’t do it!” She said, shaken with what she had nearly done. How could she? Going out with your past boyfriend was one thing, sleeping with him and reneging on your marriage vows was quite another.

“You are a tease!” Himanshu cried. He was unable to believe that the passion she had seen in Tara’s eyes was a figment of his imagination. “I know you want me!” He said.

“Yes, that’s true, I want you. That doesn’t mean, I should.”

“Tara, we have a history; what we are doing is only natural.” He tried to explain.

“Yes, we have a history, and it had better stay that way.”

His confusion only deepened. And hers cleared. She realized what she should have a long time ago.

Read about Tara and Himanshu in Water under the bridge

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