Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows by Balli Kaur Jaswal

Author:Balli Kaur Jaswal
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780008209902
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2017-01-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Nikki stretched her leg and pinched the edge of the curtains between her toes to drag them across the window. Jason stirred at her side. ‘Leave them open,’ he mumbled.

‘Such an exhibitionist,’ Nikki teased. ‘I’m just trying to keep the sunlight out.’ It was late morning. Last night, all night, they had been up reading stories to each other with pauses in between to reenact the best scenes.

Jason gave her a light smack on the bum. ‘Naughty,’ he said. He reached over her and drew the curtains shut. Dropping his head back to the pillow, he landed a wet, delicious kiss on Nikki’s ear. She sank back into his chest and pulled the covers over both their heads.

Jason shifted and rolled to his side. There was a rustling sound. He returned with a slightly crumpled sheet of paper. ‘Centuries ago, on the fringes of a palace city, there was a talented but modest tailor …’ Jason narrated.

‘We already did the tailor one.’

‘I’m writing the sequel,’ Jason said. He slipped his hands under the sheets and ran them down the length of her back. Nikki shivered. Jason brushed his lips against her neck, travelling up and down its length with light, dusty kisses. He reached between her legs and began tracing his fingers in circles along her inner thighs, inching upwards and then drawing away. Nikki sank back into the softness of her bed.

Charred flesh.

The image flashed into her mind so suddenly that Nikki sat up. Startled, Jason jolted away. ‘What happened?’ he asked. His face was so full of concern that Nikki felt foolish.

‘Nothing,’ she said. ‘I must have had a bad dream last night and it came back to me.’ Fragments of this dream remained in her consciousness. She could catch a faint whiff of burning and the wide-open mouth of an anguished scream. She shook her head. Three times since her visit to Tarampal she had dreamt of Maya.

Jason placed a light kiss on her collarbone and rolled back to his side, keeping an arm wrapped around her waist. ‘Do you want to talk about it?’

Nikki shook her head. It had been a week since her visit with Tarampal and she had tried to forget it. She succeeded only partially – snatches of conversation no longer drifted in her mind, but certain images shot into her view without warning.

‘Was it a nightmare, or a bad dream?’ Jason asked.

‘What’s the difference?’

‘A nightmare is scary. A bad dream can be a little … bad’ Nikki turned to see a smile playing on Jason’s lips. ‘Like the story of a woman who, despite her best efforts to keep her house under control, can’t seem to find time to enjoy her husband.’

Nikki recognized the beginnings of a widow’s story. Jason continued. ‘She decides to go ahead and hire a maid without her husband knowing. The maid enters the house after her husband goes to work and leaves before he comes home. Now the woman is free to do whatever she wants during the day because she has no more obligations – no school pick-ups, no grocery shopping.

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