|: Sensual Repercussions :|

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After what seemed to be a relishing, scrumptious dinner, senior inspector Daya settled down on a chair with his favourite vanilla ice-cream with chocolate sauce, something he usually preferred eating alone. The entire team was invited to a party by some affluent yet generous businessman after they had succeeded in saving his grandson from the clutches of some criminals. It was a long, tiring weekday after which they had to attend the party that evening.

No sooner had Daya taken a spoonful of the ice-cream when he heard footsteps approaching toward his chair and he instantly looked up from the bowl, silently cursing the person for ruining the supposed 'romantic' moment between him and the ice-cream. A frown creased his forehead as soon as he saw the expression on the person's face.

"I am not talking to your best friend ever again!," Tarika gritted her teeth, banging her fist on the table with such an intensity that the ice-cream bowl literally bounced up before Daya reflexively reached forward to steady it. Once that was done, he simply rolled his eyes, shrugging his shoulders. "Umm, that seems difficult considering the fact that you both are married," he spoke in a bored tone, without bothering to stop eating. He was quite accustomed – and annoyed – to either Abhijeet or Tarika complaining to him every other day about how they made a resolve of not speaking to each other ever again, and then resumed their romantic antics exactly ten minutes later after the resolution.

When he glanced at her, Tarika was still fuming, her face turning red with fury. "What happened, now?," Daya sighed, muttering under his breath about why his friends drag him into their fights every single time. Before Tarika could start ranting about her husband, he walked his famous majestic gait toward the table, glaring daggers at his wife. "Tarika, why on earth did you tell ACP sir that it was because of me that you couldn't complete the report last night?," he snarled at her before turning his gaze to the ice-cream which Daya was busy in. "Do you even know how he must have felt?," he spoke, his tone slightly softening down as he reached for the ice-cream spoon in an attempt to have a taste.

Needless to say, it was Daya who shouted this time. "DO NOT TOUCH MY ICE-CREAM! Get your own!," the bulky senior inspector growled at his best friend, snatching the bowl away from him in a typical childlike manner. Abhijeet winced at the sudden outburst before he stared at his annoyed best friend for five whole seconds. He was about to open his mouth to protest but suddenly considered arguing with his wife more important than questioning his best friend for not letting him taste his food.

"You go and tell ACP sir it wasn't because of me that you didn't do the reports last night," he ordered her in an irritated tone but Tarika was no less. She folded her hands against her chest and lowered her eyes at her husband. "Ohh no, I won't! I won't lie! It was indeed because of you, Abhijeet, that I couldn't finish the report. You didn't let me!," she took a step forward pointing an accusatory finger at her husband, before glancing at Daya who, thankfully, was busy licking he remnants of the ice-cream from the bowl.

"Do you know how much Dr. Salunkhe was furious at me? Only because of you!," she glowered. "So what? He shouted on me, too! You could have given any other excuse, maybe a headache or… or anything! God knows what ACP sir must be thinking about me now," Abhijeet grumbled, waving his hands in the air in exasperation.

They were so engrossed in their bickering that they didn't even notice Daya already having finished his ice-cream and waiting for them. "Are you guys coming or not?," he asked impatiently and started walking toward the exit.

"You'll pay for this, Dr. Tarika! Big time!," he mumbled to his wife as they followed the senior inspector to the parking lot. "We'll see," Tarika narrowed her eyes, sticking out her tongue at him.

It was drizzling when Daya started the car which carried him, ACP Pradyuman, Pankaj, Abhijeet and Tarika, and soon enough it turned into a heavy rain and a loud thunder. Pankaj was already snoring at the backseat with Abhijeet beside him, an irritated pout still plastered on his face. Tarika, on his side, bore a similar expression as she looked away from her husband, out of the window as the rain splattered the glass. On the front seat, Daya and ACP Pradyuman were indulged in a loud and serious conversation about the cricket match aired the day before. The intensity of their voices was such due to the thunderous sound of the rain, but mainly because Daya was feeling sleepy and ACP Pradyuman kept him from dozing off behind the wheel by talking loudly to avoid any unnecessary accidents.

"Such a big cheater you are!," Tarika suddenly spoke, turning her head toward Abhijeet, the frown glued to her face. "You had promised me you'd help me do the report yesterday, but all you were interested was in kissing me," she complained in a voice which only Abhijeet could hear. The latter was quick to retort. "Not my fault. You were wearing that backless nightgown and sitting so close to me. I- I got distracted," was his explanation.

Tarika's tone was indignant. "There's something known as self-control. Go and learn it, Mr. senior inspector!," she snapped back and turned away to the window.

Registering the situation around with the sound of the rain, his colleagues' varied voices accompanied by the pitch darkness in the car, something suddenly struck Abhijeet's mind and he gave a devilish smirk, looking sideways at his wife who still had her head turned in the opposite direction.

Tarika was enjoying the soothing effect of the weather through the window, when she suddenly felt something brush against her bare knee. She instinctively turned to shoo the thing away but gasped in horror when she realized what the thing was. "You're talking about self-control, huh? Let's see then," he murmured in her ear, his voice viciously seductive. She shot a dangerous glare at her husband who had a mischievous glint in his eyes, an extremely wicked grin playing on his lips.

"Abhijeet, stop that! Stop what you're doing right now!," she muttered under her breath, as she tried to push his hand away which was now going up her thigh. "That's your punishment, darling," Abhijeet whispered in her ear in a seducing tone, his caresses getting bolder, causing Tarika to shiver.

Struggling not to release any abnormal sound, Tarika thought of employing a technique she always used – digging her nails hard in Abhijeet's palm causing him to pull his hand in pain. That was now, however, in vain as she remembered she had trimmed her nails that very morning. Abhijeet continued doing his antics, smirking at her, thoroughly enjoying her discomfort and the fact that she had chosen to wear a short skirt to the party. "Abhijeet, ACP sir is in the car! Please stop, for God's sake!," she pleaded, suppressing a moan as his hand had now reached between her legs.

Gritting her teeth hard to avoid letting out any sound, she stared at her husband in utter bewilderment. This man had the audacity to tease her sensuously in the presence of his boss in a moving car!

"Ohh you have to make sure he doesn't know what we're doing," he winked at her, rubbing softly against her underpants and she gripped his thigh to steady herself from the increasing pressure his caresses were causing. She again tried pushing his hand away before he could go any further but he was too strong for her. "Fuck you, Abhijeet!," she cursed in a whsiper. "Ohh, I'd love that, Tarika ji," he grinned close to her ear, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her hair.

Slowly, Abhijeet traced the outline of her underpants before entering a finger inside and rubbing her core. She jumped slightly in the seat, gulping in horror and clasped her hand over her mouth, fearful that an erotic moan might escape her lips any second. "Why are you so bloody tempting, baby?," Abhijeet spoke, his voice turning hoarse as he explored her core, delighted to find that it was wet.

He looked around occasionally to make sure his colleagues were still involved in the same things they were doing when the journey commenced. Thankfully, Pankaj was still snoring peacefully and the front-seaters were still discussing, now about the drainage system in the city. He particularly glanced at Daya, figuring if he had noticed anything from the rear-view mirror. But fortunately for Abhijeet, the mirror was slightly tilted toward Pankaj's direction, which meant he and Tarika were completely out of Daya's sight.

"If you don't withdraw that hand in the next second, I'll lodge an official complaint stating what an absolute pervert you are!," Tarika grunted amidst ragged breaths, unable to control the pleasure she was now feeling. Abhijeet raised an eyebrow. "Ohh really? And how are you going to prove that?," he took the situation to his advantage and wasted no chance in teasing her. Tarika closed her eyes. Their surreptitious, intimate moment had now reached a point where she was unable to come up with a reply – or a coherent thought. Ohh, this man was driving her insane!

The argument now forgotten, Abhijeet was now feeling the hot wetness of her core between his fingers, becoming aware of his own erection which was starting to rise. The extreme darkness in the car, the chill in the pelting rain against the window, the captivating smell of Tarika's perfume and the current intimate session was causing him to slowly lose control.

All he wanted to do was tear all her clothes off and make mad, crazy love to her, to kiss every inch of her body and to make her scream his name in pleasure.

Though he wished for the car journey to end sooner, he was certainly not in a mood to let her off so easily. He softened his caresses against her clit, and without warning, pushed a finger inside her. "Aah!," Tarika let out a whimper, bouncing on the seat in reflex and it made Daya and ACP Pradyuman stop their conversation midway and divert their attention to her. "Are you ok, Tarika?," the assistant commissioner enquired. "Y-yes s-sir! I'm f-fine. It was Abhijeet who accidentally stomped my foot. But I'm fine," she answered, keeping her voice as normal as she could, and violently poked her elbow against Abhijeet's ribcage when she saw him trying to supress a laugh.

Tarika shook her head, pleading at Abhijeet to stop but he paid no heed. His finger kept moving inside her with a steady pace, and she bit her hand in an attempt to stay as stable as she could. Abhijeet closed his eyes as he let his finger wander through her wet juices, the familiar ecstatic feeling taking over him. He doubled his pace and Tarika bit her hand deeper as sweat beads formed on her head, her entire body tingling with the sensation.

Gradually, once she was comfortable with the assumption that none of their co-passengers were aware of their subtle love-making, she quit protesting and her body started to shake uncontrollably, in rhythm with the speed of his finger. Abhijeet noticed the change in her behaviour and gave an evil smirk. Even in the darkness, he could feel her face turning scarlet and a menacing thought occurred to him.

He knew perfectly well the effect he was causing her, making her reach the point of climax and when he felt she was close to orgasm, he abruptly pulled his finger out, making her groan in frustration. Exactly ten seconds later, the car pulled into the driveway of their house.

It had stopped raining when they got down from the car, and it was then Daya and ACP Pradyuman noticed that Tarika was sweating and slightly panting, her face gone red and from what it seemed, she teetered a bit.

"Tarika, you don't look so good to me. Looks like you need rest; you have anyway been overworking from what I heard. Please take a day off tomorrow," ACP Pradyuman proclaimed with a tone of concern. "Yeah, even I can see that. It's better if you take rest," Daya supplied, agreeing with his boss. "No-no sir. I'm f-" Tarika started defending but was cut off by the authoritative tone of the old man. "You're taking a day off tomorrow. That's an order! Abhijeet, do take care of her," he commanded the senior inspector and his wife, and with that the car sped away.

Once they were inside the house, it was Tarika who now decided to give Abhijeet a dose of his own medicine. Luring him with a naughty, seducing smirk, she stood at the door to their bedroom, gesturing him to come closer. Returning the smirk, Abhijeet wasted no time in taking the situation to his advantage and was about to pull her in his arms when she slammed the door close on his face.

"What the-," Abhijeet produced in a confused and annoyed tone, and banged on the door. "What's this, Tarika? Let me in!," he ordered. "You're sleeping in the guest room tonight," she announced from behind the door.

"What?! No, I'm not! You open the door and let me come in, right now!," he growled, banging furiously on the door. "That's your punishment, sweetheart. You think only you can torture me?! And this is for what you did to me in the car. Also, it's because of you that I have to miss work tomorrow," she retorted.

Abhijeet muttered something incomprehensible under his breath before banging on the door yet again. "If you don't let me in, Dr. Tarika, you'll face some very horrible consequences, I'm warning you," he spoke, getting impatient now. Tarika scoffed behind the door. "Yeah, yeah, I know!"

"Just one kiss, baby. Please!," he pleaded, in a voice as innocent as possible but Tarika knew him too well. "Absolutely not! We both know it's not going to stop at just one kiss. So, no concessions, I'm sorry! Also, I must finish the report tonight and I want no distractions."

"This is so wrong, Tarika! I can help you complete the report, I promise," his tone softened to the sweetest possible one, which he always donned whenever she got angry and he had to convince her. When there was no response from her side, he grinned thinking she might have changed her mind.

She opened the door a few seconds later and he gave her his most alluring smile, moving forward to enter inside when she threw his night clothes on him. "Good night, darling!," she said shortly before she shut the door again, leaving him staring at it in sheer bewilderment and exasperation, and making him realize he had no choice but to retire indeed in the guest room for the night.

He advanced his steps toward the guest bedroom, pondering about how, at times, his beautiful wife can leave him utterly bemused, yet so enticing. Sometimes, she came up with such unimaginable schemes that left him so deeply flabbergasted, yet made him fall in love with her all over again. He gave his infamous crooked smirk as he started thinking of the repercussions she was to face for punishing him like this.

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~~ The End ~~

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A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a bold theme, and turns out, I suck at it big time! But still, don't throw eggs plis! _/\_