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strategy.”
“Ah, perhaps we need some motivation to think about it better.”
No more needed to be said.
Minutes turned into an hour of making love, touching and caressing, whispering sweet sentiments that expressed each of their joy and satisfaction for what they were experiencing.
Then the telephone rang again.
Ravi glanced over at it and frowned.
“Your father again?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe you should just answer it.” Sasha stretched and yawned, looking over at the time. It was just after midnight. What a wonderful few hours it had been.
“I suppose.” Ravi reached for the phone and accepted the call.
Sasha didn’t want to listen but she could hear a loud voice coming from the other end, clear sounds of anxiety and anger in it. Despite her not understanding the language, that much was clear.
Then she watched Ravi, curious as to his expression in response. His eyes went from aggravation to wide open to his head flopping down. He said no words other than, “I am on my way home.” After that, he ended the call without saying another word.
On his way home. Those words made Sasha instantly sad, but when Ravi said, “My mother. She died. Heart attack,” she felt like a jerk for thinking so selfishly.
“Oh, Ravi, I’m so sorry,” Sasha said, sitting up and scooting over to him, putting her hand on his back and rubbing it. She didn’t know what else to say.
Ravi didn’t know what to say about what he’d just heard. He felt numb about it. It was unexpected news. His mother had been very healthy, never a problem before. To suddenly have life just end, well, it was impossible to imagine.
“Is there anything I can do to help you prepare?” Sasha asked softly. She looked at him and wondered if he was going to cry. His eyes were glassed over and tormented, but no tears fell. His face was tense and he was fighting it, she was sure of it. It would be okay if he did cry; she wouldn’t think less of him.
“No, I’m sorry about this,” he said, shaking his head.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault or my fault. It just happened. I want to help any way I can.”
“I’ll have to leave tonight to get back to the city.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“No, you stay. You have obligations here.”
Sasha understood his reasoning, but wanted to show that she could be there for him if he needed her. Perhaps he didn’t. It was no time to think that way, but the thought made her stomach plunge.
“Okay, but I’m willing to do whatever you need. It’s not a problem.”
“Why don’t you get dressed and go back to your room. I’m not good at goodbyes and don’t want to say one to you, either.”
Ravi’s anguished voice made her tremble and she found herself being the one with tears streaming down her face. She started and she couldn’t stop. Not wanting to be seen crying, she got up and walked over to her clothes, collecting them and slowly getting dressed, keeping her face hidden.
His hands came up around her and he turned her around. “Don’t cry, please. I can’t bear to see you that way right now.”
She nodded softly, not able to even get a word out for a response.
After she was dressed she looked at Ravi, who was now dressed and also nearly completely packed and he was on his phone, texting someone. He glanced at her and said, “My driver.”
“Oh.”
When he was done he walked up to Sasha and hugged her, lightly at first but it grew more firm and tight the longer it went on, and her response was the same. She didn’t want to let go.
“Now, you go get some rest. I will call you when I’m back home.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t be sad,” he said in a commanding voice.
She had a hard time following that command, as she was sad.
“We’ll see each other soon. I’ll make sure of it.”
His words comforted her and she nodded. “That’s good. I already miss you.”
Then Ravi leaned in and kissed her forehead and took her hand, guiding her out of the bedroom
“Ah, perhaps we need some motivation to think about it better.”
No more needed to be said.
Minutes turned into an hour of making love, touching and caressing, whispering sweet sentiments that expressed each of their joy and satisfaction for what they were experiencing.
Then the telephone rang again.
Ravi glanced over at it and frowned.
“Your father again?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe you should just answer it.” Sasha stretched and yawned, looking over at the time. It was just after midnight. What a wonderful few hours it had been.
“I suppose.” Ravi reached for the phone and accepted the call.
Sasha didn’t want to listen but she could hear a loud voice coming from the other end, clear sounds of anxiety and anger in it. Despite her not understanding the language, that much was clear.
Then she watched Ravi, curious as to his expression in response. His eyes went from aggravation to wide open to his head flopping down. He said no words other than, “I am on my way home.” After that, he ended the call without saying another word.
On his way home. Those words made Sasha instantly sad, but when Ravi said, “My mother. She died. Heart attack,” she felt like a jerk for thinking so selfishly.
“Oh, Ravi, I’m so sorry,” Sasha said, sitting up and scooting over to him, putting her hand on his back and rubbing it. She didn’t know what else to say.
Ravi didn’t know what to say about what he’d just heard. He felt numb about it. It was unexpected news. His mother had been very healthy, never a problem before. To suddenly have life just end, well, it was impossible to imagine.
“Is there anything I can do to help you prepare?” Sasha asked softly. She looked at him and wondered if he was going to cry. His eyes were glassed over and tormented, but no tears fell. His face was tense and he was fighting it, she was sure of it. It would be okay if he did cry; she wouldn’t think less of him.
“No, I’m sorry about this,” he said, shaking his head.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault or my fault. It just happened. I want to help any way I can.”
“I’ll have to leave tonight to get back to the city.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“No, you stay. You have obligations here.”
Sasha understood his reasoning, but wanted to show that she could be there for him if he needed her. Perhaps he didn’t. It was no time to think that way, but the thought made her stomach plunge.
“Okay, but I’m willing to do whatever you need. It’s not a problem.”
“Why don’t you get dressed and go back to your room. I’m not good at goodbyes and don’t want to say one to you, either.”
Ravi’s anguished voice made her tremble and she found herself being the one with tears streaming down her face. She started and she couldn’t stop. Not wanting to be seen crying, she got up and walked over to her clothes, collecting them and slowly getting dressed, keeping her face hidden.
His hands came up around her and he turned her around. “Don’t cry, please. I can’t bear to see you that way right now.”
She nodded softly, not able to even get a word out for a response.
After she was dressed she looked at Ravi, who was now dressed and also nearly completely packed and he was on his phone, texting someone. He glanced at her and said, “My driver.”
“Oh.”
When he was done he walked up to Sasha and hugged her, lightly at first but it grew more firm and tight the longer it went on, and her response was the same. She didn’t want to let go.
“Now, you go get some rest. I will call you when I’m back home.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t be sad,” he said in a commanding voice.
She had a hard time following that command, as she was sad.
“We’ll see each other soon. I’ll make sure of it.”
His words comforted her and she nodded. “That’s good. I already miss you.”
Then Ravi leaned in and kissed her forehead and took her hand, guiding her out of the bedroom
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