The stolen smooch

With no nudge from my side, she came often to my room in the first floor of her own accord. She came many times mostly for a fleeting glance except once or twice in a day when she lingered close to me for long time. It was clear she was in love and longed to be with me as her face cheered up whenever she came before me. I just reciprocated her warmth in equal measure to her great glee.

In her early twenties, she was a fetching beauty with large eyes that fluttered for no reason in my presence. She was a funny young thing who reveled in making faces at me, sometimes narrowing her eyes, occasionally twisting her nose, frequently pouting her wet rosy lips and mostly smiling at me. I just watched her with interest when once a while she showed off a little unabashedly her beautiful figure,but I never responded in a big way to her overtures. But she was the type who never gave up.

She came to this house only six months back after having married into the family. Her husband left for office early in the morning only to come home late in the night. She had not taken up any job and after the morning chores she had nothing much to do. Leaving her aged in-laws who could not climb in the ground floor, she rushed to my room at the earliest opportunity. This has been going on without any interruption till yesterday

It was 4pm in the evening. She seemed to be happy and in great mood. She was dressed in style and wore matching jewelry. May be she was attending some function and possibly would be back only late at night. She came to me and stood erect before me as if she wanted me to tell her she looked extremely attractive. When I kept quiet, in a fit of emotion she pressed her lips hard on my face leaving a prominent mark of lipstick. When she saw me looking at her in utter credulity, like a crazy woman she did it repeatedly  leaving red marks all over my face.

It was then the door opened unexpectedly and her husband walked in silently. Even as she was busy disfiguring my face, he came behind her and wound his arms tightly around her.

”Hey, have you gone nuts or what? What are you doing?” he asked her. As she froze in embarrassment, he taunted her “You have never been so generous with me like this.”

Even as she, a bit ashamed, started wiping feverishly the smudges from my face, he said “I am extremely jealous. Beware, I may break your mirror one day”

I think he spoke in jest and really never meant any  harm to me.