Chapter 2

A week later -

When Daya woke up from the sleep, he heard Shreya speaking to someone on the phone. "I will check with the first available flight. Bye" she said and disconnected the call.

"Who were you talking to?" asked Daya.

"ACP sir. He wants me to go to Delhi for three days for work" said Shreya flopping down on the bed.

"Not again! You just got back last week" Daya groaned.

"I know. But I can't refuse him" said Shreya.

"Great. There goes the weekend down the drain. I hate him" said Daya angrily.

Shreya laughed. "We will have many such weekends. There is no need to look so crestfallen"

"Yeah, whatever" said Daya.

"Why are you still in bed? We have to go to work" said Shreya.

"There is lot of time. It's just 7.45 am" said Daya checking the clock. "Come back to bed. I don't feel like getting up at the moment"

She went into his arms willingly saying, "I don't feel like getting up either"

"That's great" said Daya and dipped his head for a kiss.

Saturday morning -

"You forgot your sunglasses" said Daya.

"Oh yeah, thanks" said Shreya.

"I am going to miss you" said Daya holding her by her waist.

"Me too. I will be back soon. I promise" said Shreya kissing him on the cheek.

"Okay" said Daya.

"So, what are you going to do over the weekend?" asked Shreya.

"I have to go to the bureau. My work will be done till lunch. After that I don't know. I will catch a movie on DVD or something" said Daya.

"Okay" said Shreya smiling. "I will make a move else I will be late for my flight"

"Yes. Take care and give me a call at night okay?" said Daya.

"Yes, I will" she said.

Daya checked his watch. "You still have five minutes, don't you?"

"Yes, why-" But she never got to finish as she felt him sliding his fingers through her hair. He kissed her, driving her body into a mad gallop of passion.

"Daya I have a flight to catc-" said Shreya but her words were replaced by a throaty moan which escaped her as his hand found her breast and the other one went over her panties through her unzipped jeans. He rubbed her through the fabric with maddening slow strokes making her lose her senses.

"Uhh...aha..uh..uh...uh...ooooaahhhhh" he heard her cry and her body trembled, minutes later. "I love you" he murmured in her ear.

"I hate it when you do that. Now, I won't be able to think straight for the rest of my journey." said Shreya, pressing against his firm body.

"Don't go then" said Daya smirking.

"Shut up" said Shreya making a face.

"Okay, bye. I am really going now" said Shreya once she had regained some feeling in her legs. "I love you"

Same Day, CID Bureau, afternoon -

"Daya? You coming? Looks like it's going to rain" said his colleague.

"No, I am not finished yet. Thanks" said Daya.

"You haven't got your car, have you?" asked his colleague.

"No, I gave it for servicing. But don't worry, I will take a cab home" said Daya.

"Okay, see you on monday. I am glad we are not working tomorrow" said his colleague.

"Yeah, me too" said Daya. "Bye. Have a nice weekend"

A quarter hour later, Daya shut the file with a snap. The clock showed that it was 6.30 pm but as he looked outside the window, it looked as if night had fallen. Stormy grey clouds hovered overhead. Rain had begun to fall in dollops.

Daya gathered his things and shut the computer. Locking the bureau door, he ran downstairs. The rain had begun to fall heavily now. He realised that he had forgot his umbrella at home.

The rain was so heavy that it had reduced visibility. Daya stood on the porch, desperately looking for a taxi when a car rushed past him, spraying him with ice cold water.

"Damn you!" Daya roared after him.

"Daya!" called a voice.

Daya turned to his right and saw a lone figure carrying an umbrella walking towards him with hurried footsteps.

"Who is it?" said Daya brushing off the water from his face.

"It's me Tanya"

"Hi! How did you spot me in this rain? I can't see a thing" said Daya as Tanya beckoned him to come under her umbrella.

Daya could see that she was entirely wet.

"I heard you yell at the car driver. I recognised you from your voice" said Tanya.

"What are you doing outside in this rain?" askes Daya wiping his face.

"I had come to take delivery of some documents. By the time I finished collecting the papers, it had started to rain. This umbrella is of no use" said Tanya in a loud voice in order to be heard over the pounding rain.

"You have a car?" asked Daya.

"No" said Tanya. "So what do we do now?"

"I know a coffee shop nearby. Let's have some coffee till the rain subsides. Then we can take a cab" suggested Daya.

"Yeah, alright" said Tanya.

Together the trundled down the watery path till the reached the coffee shop. Dripping wet from head to foot, they stepped inside, shivering slightly.

Fortunately the coffee shop wasn't too crowded and they got two best seats by the fire.

"Oh god, I feel so cold" said Tanya rubbing her hands together to warm herself.

Daya cast a glance around them looking for the waiter when a man sitting across them caught his eye. The man was staring at Tanya who was entirely wet. The rain had soaked her hair, making it hang around her face and made her white shirt cling to the firm swell of her breasts.

When the man caught Daya staring at him, he hastily gulped down his coffee and left the coffee shop.

Daya had a strange feeling that he had seen the man somewhere. But where he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"I will get our coffees from the counter. You need to get out of those wet clothes. We can't stay here much longer. You will fall sick" said Daya.

"Yeah" said Tanya smiling. "I will have a latté"

"Okay" said Daya and walked over to the counter.

Tanya watched him walk away. How handsome and hot he looked in those wet clothes! Her heart began to race, sending blood pounding through her veins. She wondered how it would feel to kiss him, to feel his hard length against her core... she licked her lips unconsciously as wetness began to pool between her legs which had nothing to do with the rain.

She snapped back from her reverie as Daya came back carrying two foaming mugs of coffee.

They chatted for sometime over coffee but the rain refused to stop. Tanya was only half attentive during the conversation. She was too busy imagining him naked with her on the bed, making love to her, to pay attention to what he was saying.

She wanted him. She wanted this man. She had not felt so strongly for anyone in years. She knew she would go to any lengths to have him. Just for one night. Maybe. If only she could somehow convince him to come to her apartment...

"Let's go, shall we? I don't think that the rain is gonna stop" said Daya.

"Listen, why don't we-" said Tanya but at that precise moment, Daya's cellphone rang.

"Hello, Shreya? Did you reach safely? Hello? Hello?" Daya rushed outside as he was unable to hear his wife's voice.

Anger rose inside Tanya as she heard Shreya's name. Shreya. Daya's wife. Tanya had a strong urge to harm her. She knew that with Shreya around she had no chance wirh Daya. She was a spare part. And Tanya hated the fact that Shreya always intervened whenever they came close. It was because of her that Daya had left her in the middle of the party...

"Network jam" said Daya walking in and sitting on his chair. "I can't hear a thing. Shreya's is away for work."

"Oh" said Tanya, suddenly feeling elated.

"Why don't you come to my apartment? It quite nearby. You are all wet. Stay for sometime till the rain stops and then go. I have spare clothes of my brother you know... you can change into them" said Tanya.

"Sounds good." said Daya. "Where's your brother?"

"He shifted to USA last month. He works there" said Tanya.

They arrived at Tanya's apartment pretty quickly.

"Don't you lock the door?" asked Daya looking at the slightly ajar door.

"Oh, I must have forgotten" said Tanya.

"You sure?" asked Daya.

"Yeah. Oh come on! I know your cop antennas must be on alert mode right now but it's fine really." said Tanya laughing.

"Mind if I check? Just to be sure?" asked Daya.

"Go ahead" said Tanya.

Daya went through each room. There was nobody in the house except them.

"Find anything?" asked Tanya.

"Nope" said Daya. "Guess you left it open by mistake alright"

"Told you" said Tanya smiling. "Okay, so here is the towel and the clothes. The washroom is there on the right"

"Okay. Be right back" said Daya.

While Daya was gone, Tanya slipped into a satin gown which accentuated her curves perfectly. She put on some soft instrumental music and switched on the incense dispenser. It dispensed a lavender smelling mist making her feel all content and light headed.

"Tanya?" she heard Daya call.

"In here" Tanya called from her bedroom where she sat filling two glasses of mulled wine for them.

"Sit down" she said patting the bed and handing him a glass.

"Thanks" said Daya smiling and taking a sip. He stretched on the bed propping up on one elbow. "What is that smell? It makes me feel so good"

"It's lavender" said Tanya.

"It feels wonderful" said Daya closing his eyes with a contented sigh.

Tanya shifted a bit closer to him on the bed. "Relax" she murmured.

Daya opened his eyes and found her face hovering above his. He inhaled the lavender smelling perfume deeply. He could not look away. Her eyes had a sort of deep, arrested look.

"So your wife is not in town?" asked Tanya softly.

"No" Daya whispered.

"You look so tired" said Tanya brushing her fingers lightly over his hair.

"Yeah" said Daya closing his eyes at her touch.

"I really like you Daya" said Tanya.

Daya's eyes flew open. "What?" he said.

"Yes, I do. I like you. I want to be close to you... I want to feel you everywhere... I want you..." Tanya's voice trailed off.

Daya closed his eyes once again...Her voice was so soothing... she wanted him... she wanted him...

"Daya?" Tanya called and once again Daya's eyes flew open.

Tanya reached out and rested her hand on his arm. Her hand was soft and warm. She saw him stiffen.

"Tanya..." he said, his voice coming in a soft growl.

Without leaving her eyes, Daya placed his glass on the table beside the bed. He did the same with her glass.

The air around them seemed to freeze; Tanya couldn't breathe. Her heartbeats seemed to have stopped altogether. She saw him draw closer. His face was so close that she could count his eyelashes. And the next moment, Daya lowered his head, angling his mouth over hers.

Sneak peek into the next chapter - After one night of hot and frenzied love with Tanya, Daya has only one thought after he wakes up - Regret.