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Update 4
The offer turned out to be very good indeed. Apparently, the company was having all sorts of problems with maintaining schedule to build the mansion in time. They wanted her to start the interiors as soon a room was complete which would help them to get back on schedule. Tanya would need to spend 3 weeks on the island, way out of the shore of Tamil Nadu, thousands of kilometres from their home. He knew it would be painful, not seeing each other for that long, but they were willing to pay more than the last job had paid for three months. Nitesh knew that they couldn’t realistically say no.
Lalit Gupta, the head of operations on the island, did a video call with Tanya before she took the job. When Nitesh saw him on the video call was surprised by how young he was—maybe a year younger than himself, Nitesh thought, so almost two years older than Tanya, his black hair worn back and his eyes a twinkling dark brown. He’d picked up a tan from working on the Island for few months, and as Nitesh glanced over Tanya’s shoulder, he noticed how solidly built he was. No doubt Tanya noticed it, as well.
“And you must be Nitesh,” Lalit said when he saw Nitesh. “Hi, Nitesh!” He smiled and waved, and Nitesh waved back. He seemed friendly enough, but something about him reminded Nitesh of someone and he couldn’t think who it was. He retreated off to the side, out of view of the laptop’s camera.
The interview went well. Tanya and Lalit seemed to get on really well—she certainly laughed at a lot of his jokes, throwing back her head and tossing her long hair. She looked good—she was in full make-up for the interview, and she’d put on a skirt and white shirt that was perfectly respectable...except she’d undone maybe one button more than she normally would, giving just a hint of sex alongside the business. She was using her feminine charms, Nitesh realized, knowing that no man is immune to a little bit of cleavage.
Lalit asked plenty of sensible questions about Tanya’s experience and the conditions she was happy to work under. He warned her that she’d have to live with the crew, eating and relaxing with them, although of course she’d have her own room.
It was obvious from about five minutes in that Tanya was going to get the job, yet Lalit kept talking, chatting away about her circumstances, her plans for the future—even, in a roundabout way, about Nitesh.
“We met in college,” she told Lalit proudly. “He was my first real love.”
“College sweethearts, huh?” Lalit asked. “Cute.” As before, it sounded friendly, and yet something about the way he said it made Nitesh uncomfortable.
“There are no phone lines on the Island,” he warned them. “We have a satellite phone, but that’s for monitoring on-shore for emergencies. And no cell reception, out there. We do have internet access, via our company servers. He gazed at Tanya. “I feel bad about splitting the two of you up,” he said.
“I’ll see if I can get our tech guys to lend you a company laptop for the duration, so Nitesh can video chat with you.”
Nitesh leaned into the camera’s view. “We already have a laptop,” He told Lalit.
Lalit shook his head. “All our computers are locked down tight. Company policy. The only access is through our network, and to access that you need one of our laptops. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get one.”
And that was that. Lalit confirmed that Tanya had the job, and as soon as he hung up, she ran over and hugged Nitesh. She’d be flying out in a few days’ time—that was how urgently they needed her.
The money would come in very useful; he completely trusted her away from home and while she was away, I’d get ahead on his own work, finding some time in the future for a vacation. When she came back, we could go away somewhere together.
Tanya kissed him in joy, she was elated, the kiss slowly elongated and turned erotic. They moved away for a while looking each other in the eyes. Tanya took a step closer to Nitesh, her heart racing as she reached up to kiss him again. This time, it was urgent, almost desperate. The scent of her favourite perfume filled his nostrils, a sweet and lingering reminder of the love they shared. His hands slid down her back, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. It was as if they were trying to hold onto each other, to keep the other from slipping away into the inevitable void of time and distance.
As their kiss grew more intense, Tanya's fingers began to fumble with the buttons of Nitesh's shirt. She wanted to feel his bare skin against hers, to hold onto something tangible in this moment that was slipping away too quickly. He mirrored her movements, unbuttoning her shirt with trembling hands. The fabric fell away, revealing her lacy bra and the soft swell of her breasts. Nitesh's breath hitched in his throat. He had to force himself not to rip the delicate material off her in his eagerness.
They stepped back, eyes locked, and finished undressing each other. The room grew warmer, the air thick with their desire. Tanya's heart thudded against her ribs as she watched Nitesh's eyes darken with passion. His gaze roamed over her body, taking in every curve and freckle. She felt beautiful, wanted. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent promise of what was to come. Even after all these years marriage, the sight of her naked body almost felt heavenly, it made him feel lucky.
Nitesh kissed her again, his hands roaming up her back and feeling her soft, smooth skin. He cupped her ass cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze, making her gasp against his lips. His touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire in the pit of her stomach. She responded by looping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, the contact sending a thrill through her body.
When Nitesh sucked on her earlobes, Tanya couldn't help but let out a soft moan. It sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her legs wobble slightly. He knew exactly how to make her melt, and he took full advantage of it. His breath was warm and tickled, sending waves of desire through her body. He trailed his kisses down her neck, planting small, feathery pecks that made her arch her back and tip her head to the side, giving him better access.
Nitesh's tongue danced over her skin, tracing a line down to her collarbone before continuing its descent. He paused at her pulse point, feeling the rapid beat of her heart, a testament to how much she wanted him. He took one in his hand, the soft mound fitting perfectly in his palm. His thumb circled her nipple, teasing it to a hard peak, and she moaned louder this time.
Without wasting another second, he took it into his mouth, sucking hungrily. The sound of his mouth against her skin was obscene, and it made her wetter than she already was. Tanya's knees buckled slightly, and she clung to his shoulders for balance. Her other hand slid down to his crotch, feeling the firmness of his erection. It was a silent plea for more, for him to claim her fully before she had to leave.
Nitesh's right hand trailed down her stomach, his fingers gliding over her skin like a pianist playing a love sonnet. When they reached the apex of her thighs, she quivered with anticipation. He slipped a finger into her waiting folds. She was drenched, and he groaned in appreciation. His thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles as his tongue continued to tease her nipples.
"I want your tongue in there Nitesh" she purred. Nitesh was more than happy to oblige.
With a gentle smile, Nitesh slowly moved down, his eyes never leaving hers. His hands caressed her hips as he leaned in. He took his time, savouring every moment. He kissed her stomach, the skin warm and soft, his tongue tracing the faint lines of her abdomen. Tanya's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her breath shallow as she felt his mouth move closer and closer to her centre.
When his tongue finally reached her navel, she shivered with delight. Nitesh swirled it around the small indentation, teasing and tasting before moving further south. His touch was like a whisper, sending waves of excitement through her body. Tanya's hand slid into his hair, her grip tightening as he approached the apex of her thighs. Her anticipation grew with every kiss, every touch.
When his mouth reached her bare pussy, she gasped, her legs spreading wider to give him full access. He took his time, kissing and licking the tender skin around her folds before focusing on her labia. The sensation was exquisite, a gentle pressure that grew more intense with every suckle. Her body was on fire, her clit begging for his attention.
Nitesh's tongue slid over her clit, circling it with the finesse of an artist. Tanya's hips rolled in response, silently urging him on. He took the hint, flicking it rapidly before sucking it into his mouth. The sound of his mouth was obscene in the quiet room, a symphony of passion that resonated through her body. Her eyes squeezed shut as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape.
The sensation was unbearable, a delicious torment that sent her spiralling closer and closer to the edge. She felt her muscles tightening, her breaths growing ragged. Nitesh's hand slid up, his fingers slipping into her wetness as he continued to suck on her clit. The combination of his mouth and fingers was overwhelming, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.
Tanya's hips bucked against his mouth, her body moving in a silent plea for release. Nitesh chuckled, the vibration of his laughter sending shivers through her core. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her come undone. He picked up the pace, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers sliding in and out of her with ease. She was so wet, so ready for him. The thought of being so vulnerable, so open with him, made her even more desperate for release.
Her breaths grew more ragged, her moans louder. Nitesh felt the familiar throb in his own cock, his desire for her growing with every whimper that escaped her lips. He added a second finger, stretching her, feeling her tighten around him as she grew closer to climax. His thumb found her clit again, pressing down hard as he sucked it into his mouth. It was all Tanya could take.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her body with an intensity that made her legs give out. She collapsed against Nitesh, his hands holding her up as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her pussy contracted around his fingers, juices dripping from her as she came hard. He didn't stop, continuing to lick and suck until she was trembling and gasping for air.
Withdrawing his fingers, Nitesh took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, flushed and trembling. He felt a surge of pride, knowing that he could still make her feel this way after all these years. Tanya looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. She reached for his cock, stroking him gently as she tried to regain her composure.
The room was filled with the sweet scent of her arousal, and it was all Nitesh could take. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock slick with her juices. Without another word, he thrust into her, filling her completely. The sound of their bodies coming together echoed in the quiet room, a primal symphony of need and want. Tanya's walls clenched around him, welcoming him home.
He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, savouring every inch of her tightness. She was so wet, her pussy gripping him like a velvet vice. Tanya's nails dug into his back as she tried to keep up with his rhythm, her breaths coming in gasps as she matched his pace. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that made him feel alive.
"Yes!!! Fuck me Nitesh....", she cried out in ecstasy.
Nitesh felt the tension in his body building, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to release. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with the way Tanya's body was responding to him. Her hips rolled in sync with his, her breathy moans egging him on. He could see the desire in her eyes, the raw need that mirrored his own. It was a dance they had perfected over the years, a silent conversation of love and lust.
"Fuck me harderrrr Nitesh", she kept egging him on.
With a guttural groan, he increased his pace, his hips moving like a piston into her with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a rhythmic crescendo that grew louder with every thrust. Tanya's nails dug deeper into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. The friction between them was exquisite, a delicious burn that made every nerve ending sing.
As they both lay relaxed after catching their breath Nitesh said "I am going to miss these moments for 3 weeks" as he kissed her forehead.
"I am going to miss it more..." she quipped back.
Nitesh thought, ‘Everything was going to be great. So why did I have a gnawing sense of dread, down in the pit of my stomach?’
Late that night, just as he was on the edge of sleep, Nitesh finally worked out who Lalit reminded him of. It wasn’t a particular person—that’s why it had taken so long to figure it out. He was a composite of the football players, in high school. Big and brawny and, if they saw the wimpy kid had something they wanted, they’d just snatch it right off of him.
Nitesh finally fell into a troubled sleep.
The offer turned out to be very good indeed. Apparently, the company was having all sorts of problems with maintaining schedule to build the mansion in time. They wanted her to start the interiors as soon a room was complete which would help them to get back on schedule. Tanya would need to spend 3 weeks on the island, way out of the shore of Tamil Nadu, thousands of kilometres from their home. He knew it would be painful, not seeing each other for that long, but they were willing to pay more than the last job had paid for three months. Nitesh knew that they couldn’t realistically say no.
Lalit Gupta, the head of operations on the island, did a video call with Tanya before she took the job. When Nitesh saw him on the video call was surprised by how young he was—maybe a year younger than himself, Nitesh thought, so almost two years older than Tanya, his black hair worn back and his eyes a twinkling dark brown. He’d picked up a tan from working on the Island for few months, and as Nitesh glanced over Tanya’s shoulder, he noticed how solidly built he was. No doubt Tanya noticed it, as well.
“And you must be Nitesh,” Lalit said when he saw Nitesh. “Hi, Nitesh!” He smiled and waved, and Nitesh waved back. He seemed friendly enough, but something about him reminded Nitesh of someone and he couldn’t think who it was. He retreated off to the side, out of view of the laptop’s camera.
The interview went well. Tanya and Lalit seemed to get on really well—she certainly laughed at a lot of his jokes, throwing back her head and tossing her long hair. She looked good—she was in full make-up for the interview, and she’d put on a skirt and white shirt that was perfectly respectable...except she’d undone maybe one button more than she normally would, giving just a hint of sex alongside the business. She was using her feminine charms, Nitesh realized, knowing that no man is immune to a little bit of cleavage.
Lalit asked plenty of sensible questions about Tanya’s experience and the conditions she was happy to work under. He warned her that she’d have to live with the crew, eating and relaxing with them, although of course she’d have her own room.
It was obvious from about five minutes in that Tanya was going to get the job, yet Lalit kept talking, chatting away about her circumstances, her plans for the future—even, in a roundabout way, about Nitesh.
“We met in college,” she told Lalit proudly. “He was my first real love.”
“College sweethearts, huh?” Lalit asked. “Cute.” As before, it sounded friendly, and yet something about the way he said it made Nitesh uncomfortable.
“There are no phone lines on the Island,” he warned them. “We have a satellite phone, but that’s for monitoring on-shore for emergencies. And no cell reception, out there. We do have internet access, via our company servers. He gazed at Tanya. “I feel bad about splitting the two of you up,” he said.
“I’ll see if I can get our tech guys to lend you a company laptop for the duration, so Nitesh can video chat with you.”
Nitesh leaned into the camera’s view. “We already have a laptop,” He told Lalit.
Lalit shook his head. “All our computers are locked down tight. Company policy. The only access is through our network, and to access that you need one of our laptops. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get one.”
And that was that. Lalit confirmed that Tanya had the job, and as soon as he hung up, she ran over and hugged Nitesh. She’d be flying out in a few days’ time—that was how urgently they needed her.
The money would come in very useful; he completely trusted her away from home and while she was away, I’d get ahead on his own work, finding some time in the future for a vacation. When she came back, we could go away somewhere together.
Tanya kissed him in joy, she was elated, the kiss slowly elongated and turned erotic. They moved away for a while looking each other in the eyes. Tanya took a step closer to Nitesh, her heart racing as she reached up to kiss him again. This time, it was urgent, almost desperate. The scent of her favourite perfume filled his nostrils, a sweet and lingering reminder of the love they shared. His hands slid down her back, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. It was as if they were trying to hold onto each other, to keep the other from slipping away into the inevitable void of time and distance.
As their kiss grew more intense, Tanya's fingers began to fumble with the buttons of Nitesh's shirt. She wanted to feel his bare skin against hers, to hold onto something tangible in this moment that was slipping away too quickly. He mirrored her movements, unbuttoning her shirt with trembling hands. The fabric fell away, revealing her lacy bra and the soft swell of her breasts. Nitesh's breath hitched in his throat. He had to force himself not to rip the delicate material off her in his eagerness.
They stepped back, eyes locked, and finished undressing each other. The room grew warmer, the air thick with their desire. Tanya's heart thudded against her ribs as she watched Nitesh's eyes darken with passion. His gaze roamed over her body, taking in every curve and freckle. She felt beautiful, wanted. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent promise of what was to come. Even after all these years marriage, the sight of her naked body almost felt heavenly, it made him feel lucky.
Nitesh kissed her again, his hands roaming up her back and feeling her soft, smooth skin. He cupped her ass cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze, making her gasp against his lips. His touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire in the pit of her stomach. She responded by looping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, the contact sending a thrill through her body.
When Nitesh sucked on her earlobes, Tanya couldn't help but let out a soft moan. It sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her legs wobble slightly. He knew exactly how to make her melt, and he took full advantage of it. His breath was warm and tickled, sending waves of desire through her body. He trailed his kisses down her neck, planting small, feathery pecks that made her arch her back and tip her head to the side, giving him better access.
Nitesh's tongue danced over her skin, tracing a line down to her collarbone before continuing its descent. He paused at her pulse point, feeling the rapid beat of her heart, a testament to how much she wanted him. He took one in his hand, the soft mound fitting perfectly in his palm. His thumb circled her nipple, teasing it to a hard peak, and she moaned louder this time.
Without wasting another second, he took it into his mouth, sucking hungrily. The sound of his mouth against her skin was obscene, and it made her wetter than she already was. Tanya's knees buckled slightly, and she clung to his shoulders for balance. Her other hand slid down to his crotch, feeling the firmness of his erection. It was a silent plea for more, for him to claim her fully before she had to leave.
Nitesh's right hand trailed down her stomach, his fingers gliding over her skin like a pianist playing a love sonnet. When they reached the apex of her thighs, she quivered with anticipation. He slipped a finger into her waiting folds. She was drenched, and he groaned in appreciation. His thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles as his tongue continued to tease her nipples.
"I want your tongue in there Nitesh" she purred. Nitesh was more than happy to oblige.
With a gentle smile, Nitesh slowly moved down, his eyes never leaving hers. His hands caressed her hips as he leaned in. He took his time, savouring every moment. He kissed her stomach, the skin warm and soft, his tongue tracing the faint lines of her abdomen. Tanya's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her breath shallow as she felt his mouth move closer and closer to her centre.
When his tongue finally reached her navel, she shivered with delight. Nitesh swirled it around the small indentation, teasing and tasting before moving further south. His touch was like a whisper, sending waves of excitement through her body. Tanya's hand slid into his hair, her grip tightening as he approached the apex of her thighs. Her anticipation grew with every kiss, every touch.
When his mouth reached her bare pussy, she gasped, her legs spreading wider to give him full access. He took his time, kissing and licking the tender skin around her folds before focusing on her labia. The sensation was exquisite, a gentle pressure that grew more intense with every suckle. Her body was on fire, her clit begging for his attention.
Nitesh's tongue slid over her clit, circling it with the finesse of an artist. Tanya's hips rolled in response, silently urging him on. He took the hint, flicking it rapidly before sucking it into his mouth. The sound of his mouth was obscene in the quiet room, a symphony of passion that resonated through her body. Her eyes squeezed shut as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape.
The sensation was unbearable, a delicious torment that sent her spiralling closer and closer to the edge. She felt her muscles tightening, her breaths growing ragged. Nitesh's hand slid up, his fingers slipping into her wetness as he continued to suck on her clit. The combination of his mouth and fingers was overwhelming, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.
Tanya's hips bucked against his mouth, her body moving in a silent plea for release. Nitesh chuckled, the vibration of his laughter sending shivers through her core. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her come undone. He picked up the pace, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers sliding in and out of her with ease. She was so wet, so ready for him. The thought of being so vulnerable, so open with him, made her even more desperate for release.
Her breaths grew more ragged, her moans louder. Nitesh felt the familiar throb in his own cock, his desire for her growing with every whimper that escaped her lips. He added a second finger, stretching her, feeling her tighten around him as she grew closer to climax. His thumb found her clit again, pressing down hard as he sucked it into his mouth. It was all Tanya could take.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through her body with an intensity that made her legs give out. She collapsed against Nitesh, his hands holding her up as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her pussy contracted around his fingers, juices dripping from her as she came hard. He didn't stop, continuing to lick and suck until she was trembling and gasping for air.
Withdrawing his fingers, Nitesh took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, flushed and trembling. He felt a surge of pride, knowing that he could still make her feel this way after all these years. Tanya looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. She reached for his cock, stroking him gently as she tried to regain her composure.
The room was filled with the sweet scent of her arousal, and it was all Nitesh could take. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock slick with her juices. Without another word, he thrust into her, filling her completely. The sound of their bodies coming together echoed in the quiet room, a primal symphony of need and want. Tanya's walls clenched around him, welcoming him home.
He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, savouring every inch of her tightness. She was so wet, her pussy gripping him like a velvet vice. Tanya's nails dug into his back as she tried to keep up with his rhythm, her breaths coming in gasps as she matched his pace. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that made him feel alive.
"Yes!!! Fuck me Nitesh....", she cried out in ecstasy.
Nitesh felt the tension in his body building, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to release. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with the way Tanya's body was responding to him. Her hips rolled in sync with his, her breathy moans egging him on. He could see the desire in her eyes, the raw need that mirrored his own. It was a dance they had perfected over the years, a silent conversation of love and lust.
"Fuck me harderrrr Nitesh", she kept egging him on.
With a guttural groan, he increased his pace, his hips moving like a piston into her with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a rhythmic crescendo that grew louder with every thrust. Tanya's nails dug deeper into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. The friction between them was exquisite, a delicious burn that made every nerve ending sing.
As they both lay relaxed after catching their breath Nitesh said "I am going to miss these moments for 3 weeks" as he kissed her forehead.
"I am going to miss it more..." she quipped back.
Nitesh thought, ‘Everything was going to be great. So why did I have a gnawing sense of dread, down in the pit of my stomach?’
Late that night, just as he was on the edge of sleep, Nitesh finally worked out who Lalit reminded him of. It wasn’t a particular person—that’s why it had taken so long to figure it out. He was a composite of the football players, in high school. Big and brawny and, if they saw the wimpy kid had something they wanted, they’d just snatch it right off of him.
Nitesh finally fell into a troubled sleep.
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Good update sex scenes were very good and good gif but I think it' become little boring because they Tanya is rude and husband is very stupid and hide his feelings maybe that's why less people see your story ,I am sorry but that's the truth
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You don't need to be sorry. I know the limits of my writing skills. Thank you for time you gave to this story.
Story is good and your writing skills to but story is getting less views and its sad to see thisYou don't need to be sorry. I know the limits of my writing skills. Thank you for time you gave to this story.
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Update 5
Nitesh wanted to drive Tanya to the airport, but annoyingly the designing company had told them that the company laptop would be delivered that morning.
“The delivery guy will leave a card,” Nitesh told Tanya. “Let me drive you.”
She shook her head. “It could be days before they can redeliver, and you want to be able to talk to me as soon as I’m there, right? I’ll get a cab.”
She insisted it wasn’t a problem and we shared a long, passionate kiss before she went. But when she’d gone, Nitesh couldn’t help but feel like he’d missed some important moment. Anyone else flying away for that long would be seen off by their spouse at the airport. It felt wrong to him somehow.
Nitesh traced Tanya’s progress through text messages as she flew across the country. The final few hours by helicopter, though, were silent—she was on a helicopter, far out of cell coverage. The laptop arrived and Nitesh set it up in our living room. It was top of the range, far better than the one he’d been using, and as Lalit had said it was set up to connect directly into the company’s network—and from there, he’d be able to connect to the island.
It shouldn’t have felt weird—a computer is a computer, right? But the way they’d set it up made it feel as if Tanya was in one world and he was in another, with the laptop the only slender thread connecting them. If the laptop broke, Nitesh wouldn’t even be able to send her an email.
Hours later, as Nitesh was watching TV to try to get his mind off the feeling that something awful had happened to her, the laptop chimed softly. Tanya was requesting a video call with him. Nitesh leapt across the room and hit “Accept.”
When Tanya’s face filled the screen, he let out a huge breath of relief.
She’d seemed so far away all day, and suddenly she was right there, smiling shyly on the screen. Everything was going to be okay.
“Everything’s fine,” she told Nitesh. “I’m exhausted, but I’m here.”
“You look great,” he said. And he meant it. She’d swapped her suit for a pair of tight blue jeans and a sweatshirt, and the soft grey fabric hugged every curve of her upper body. Nitesh thought about how it would feel to smooth his hand over her hip, feeling the warmth of her through the denim. He wished that they’d made love that morning, before she left. Jesus, it’s going to be weeks!
Nitesh also noticed how good the camera on her end was. The image wasn’t murky and pixelated—it was clean and bright, and he could see every detail of her and the sparsely-furnished cabin behind her. The equipment really was top of the range.
“The crew seem fine,” she told him. “Good bunch of guys.” She looked away from the screen. “A little.....”
She didn’t finish, so Nitesh nudged. “A little what?”
“Oh, you know. They seem a little…hungry.”
Nitesh leaned closer to the screen. “What did they say?”
She shook her head urgently. “Nothing! It was just the way they looked at me, when I stepped off the helicopter. Like they hadn’t seen a woman in months.” She laughed. “I guess they haven’t.” Tanya remembered how they welcomed her with a hand shake and a hug, which in most cases was a lingering hug. Lalit even let his hand wander on her back which left a weird feeling in her heart.
Nitesh turned that over in his head. “Are you the only woman on the island?”
She nodded.
Nitesh didn’t know why that surprised him. He knew that there weren’t many female workers willing to work so far away from their home for a long period of time, out on an island.
“And there are how many men?”
“Fourteen.” She smirked. “They’re saying I’m their lucky charm. Or the cheerleader.”
Cheerleader. That idea swam back into Nitesh’s mind again, about Lalit and the other workers being the gym going, muscular hunks, and him the geek.
Stupid.
He focused on Tanya and realized there was something he’d missed before, in his eagerness to see her again—a trace of sadness in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” Nitesh asked.
She shrugged. “Sure.”
Nitesh may not have the biggest muscles, or the fattest pay packet, but he has always been good at one thing. He has always been sensitive, able to tell what people are feeling, much better than most men. Especially with Tanya.
That’s one of the reasons they got together, that he really understood what was going on in her head—better, she said, than she herself did, sometimes. Nitesh tilted his head a little to one side. “Tanya...”
“It’s nothing” she said quickly. “I’m fine. Anyway, I need to be going. I just wanted to let you know I was here safe. I’ll call you again tomorrow, okay?”
Nitesh nodded reluctantly and, with a kiss blown at the camera, she was gone.
An hour later, he got an instant message from her: “I’m okay. Just got teary at airport and wished U had been there.”
Nitesh’s jaw tightened. He then knew he should have driven her. Lalit and his damned laptop delivery...but Nitesh couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t like he’d timed it that way deliberately.
Nitesh wanted to drive Tanya to the airport, but annoyingly the designing company had told them that the company laptop would be delivered that morning.
“The delivery guy will leave a card,” Nitesh told Tanya. “Let me drive you.”
She shook her head. “It could be days before they can redeliver, and you want to be able to talk to me as soon as I’m there, right? I’ll get a cab.”
She insisted it wasn’t a problem and we shared a long, passionate kiss before she went. But when she’d gone, Nitesh couldn’t help but feel like he’d missed some important moment. Anyone else flying away for that long would be seen off by their spouse at the airport. It felt wrong to him somehow.
Nitesh traced Tanya’s progress through text messages as she flew across the country. The final few hours by helicopter, though, were silent—she was on a helicopter, far out of cell coverage. The laptop arrived and Nitesh set it up in our living room. It was top of the range, far better than the one he’d been using, and as Lalit had said it was set up to connect directly into the company’s network—and from there, he’d be able to connect to the island.
It shouldn’t have felt weird—a computer is a computer, right? But the way they’d set it up made it feel as if Tanya was in one world and he was in another, with the laptop the only slender thread connecting them. If the laptop broke, Nitesh wouldn’t even be able to send her an email.
Hours later, as Nitesh was watching TV to try to get his mind off the feeling that something awful had happened to her, the laptop chimed softly. Tanya was requesting a video call with him. Nitesh leapt across the room and hit “Accept.”
When Tanya’s face filled the screen, he let out a huge breath of relief.
She’d seemed so far away all day, and suddenly she was right there, smiling shyly on the screen. Everything was going to be okay.
“Everything’s fine,” she told Nitesh. “I’m exhausted, but I’m here.”
“You look great,” he said. And he meant it. She’d swapped her suit for a pair of tight blue jeans and a sweatshirt, and the soft grey fabric hugged every curve of her upper body. Nitesh thought about how it would feel to smooth his hand over her hip, feeling the warmth of her through the denim. He wished that they’d made love that morning, before she left. Jesus, it’s going to be weeks!
Nitesh also noticed how good the camera on her end was. The image wasn’t murky and pixelated—it was clean and bright, and he could see every detail of her and the sparsely-furnished cabin behind her. The equipment really was top of the range.
“The crew seem fine,” she told him. “Good bunch of guys.” She looked away from the screen. “A little.....”
She didn’t finish, so Nitesh nudged. “A little what?”
“Oh, you know. They seem a little…hungry.”
Nitesh leaned closer to the screen. “What did they say?”
She shook her head urgently. “Nothing! It was just the way they looked at me, when I stepped off the helicopter. Like they hadn’t seen a woman in months.” She laughed. “I guess they haven’t.” Tanya remembered how they welcomed her with a hand shake and a hug, which in most cases was a lingering hug. Lalit even let his hand wander on her back which left a weird feeling in her heart.
Nitesh turned that over in his head. “Are you the only woman on the island?”
She nodded.
Nitesh didn’t know why that surprised him. He knew that there weren’t many female workers willing to work so far away from their home for a long period of time, out on an island.
“And there are how many men?”
“Fourteen.” She smirked. “They’re saying I’m their lucky charm. Or the cheerleader.”
Cheerleader. That idea swam back into Nitesh’s mind again, about Lalit and the other workers being the gym going, muscular hunks, and him the geek.
Stupid.
He focused on Tanya and realized there was something he’d missed before, in his eagerness to see her again—a trace of sadness in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” Nitesh asked.
She shrugged. “Sure.”
Nitesh may not have the biggest muscles, or the fattest pay packet, but he has always been good at one thing. He has always been sensitive, able to tell what people are feeling, much better than most men. Especially with Tanya.
That’s one of the reasons they got together, that he really understood what was going on in her head—better, she said, than she herself did, sometimes. Nitesh tilted his head a little to one side. “Tanya...”
“It’s nothing” she said quickly. “I’m fine. Anyway, I need to be going. I just wanted to let you know I was here safe. I’ll call you again tomorrow, okay?”
Nitesh nodded reluctantly and, with a kiss blown at the camera, she was gone.
An hour later, he got an instant message from her: “I’m okay. Just got teary at airport and wished U had been there.”
Nitesh’s jaw tightened. He then knew he should have driven her. Lalit and his damned laptop delivery...but Nitesh couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t like he’d timed it that way deliberately.
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Doesn't matter to me. English stories get less views and comments. But it keeps some unwanted people, who spoil the mood, away from stories too.