09-08-2022, 04:00 PM
CHAPTER 43 : SECOND LAW OF THERMODYNAMICS
PART 2.1 - Let There Be Light
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The human Brain is an ego-biased, narcissistic organ. Our Brain is in love with itself and considers itself the most precious object in the whole world. It constantly makes a person overestimates their ability. Our self-preserving Brain will do absolutely anything to protect itself from humiliation. It will even convince itself by conjuring false reasons and facts that the person to whom the Brain belongs has won even if the person has lost. That is why 8 out of 10 arguments end up without any conclusion and only make the people arguing more convinced about what they initially believed to be true.
Our Brain tends to associate us with positive events and detach ourselves from adverse events. My wife, my husband, my car, my child -when things work out well, but when it does not, those phrases might become- that woman, that man, this stupid car, your child. Me, me, me, me, me - Brain's favorite hymn. This natural egocentric bias of the human Brain was first identified by psychologists in 1979, and more works have been done on this topic.
In the lavish washroom of Ashish's office, Mahesh is currently held hostage not only by his boss Ashish but also by his egocentric Brain.
He always hated that Ashish got to have his private restroom in the office. One of the many perks of holding an executive position. He is over 40 years old, so his fluid intelligence is slowing down, and being a lazy person, his crystallized intelligence is outdated, leaving him utterly defenseless to the egomaniac that lives rent-free in his head, his Brain and whatever he thinks is being prescribed by that egomaniac who will not accept a humiliating defeat even when Mahesh's wife is sitting on his boss's lap.
Mahesh turns on the wall faucet and prays that the wooshing of the falling water masks any kind of sound from outside.
He does not want to hear Shilpa's moans. He knows Ashish is going to make his wife moan. He listened to those inside the parking lot earlier when Shilpa did not even know Mahesh was hiding there. His ears don't want to bleed again.
Mahesh is unaware that Shilpa and Ashish are in love with each other cause Mahesh only saw Ashish humiliating Shilpa every time he stumbled upon their intimate moments together.
That thought never crossed his mind, not even when he saw them together in the parking lot. Not even when he saw Ashish's seed seeping out of his wife's pussy a while ago. She is acting as a temptress to trap Ashish, and getting intimate with Ashish is part of the job.
However, Mahesh is aware that Shilpa got the hots for Ashish. She confessed it herself to him. He thinks she is lustful for Ashish, which is why she delays their plan to trap him, which leads her to become an object of humiliation for his bully boss.
Mahesh screams in his head**Now that Shilpa truly realizes her mistake due to her clumsiness... she is pushing the idea of a cuckold relationship, propelling me to settle for peace. I don't want peace from that son of a bitch. I want war**
Mahesh looks around and finds a stainless steel pedal bin. He puts the metal bin under the running water from the faucet, and the deflecting sound of the inelastic collision on the steel surface fills up the washroom.
But the white gaussian noise created by the burbling of the water can't silence the rackets he is hearing inside his head right now, and those hoot as he stares at the falling water * He is going to make your wife wet just like this*
The dashing water spatters from the galvanized metal, and the voices tell him * That's how Ashish is going to make Shilpa squirt*
The droplets ricochet towards him, dampening his trouser, and the imaginary agents whisper inside him *That's how she is going to splash on his big dick ..maybe she already did or doing right now, right this instant*
Mahesh slams the nearest wall, growling inside, looking at his reflection in the wide wall mirror***No, my plan was perfect. It only got ruined because of Shilpa and her stupidity. Now both of us are in this deep Shit, looking at prison time if we get caught. She played with fire. Now her hands are burnt, and she must realize what kind of a monster Ashish really is. But I have hatched other plans with Indra and Priyanka. I am going to execute those. I am going to win. I am the smartest of them all. This is just a minor setback. All I need to do is endure it and wait out the storm to emerge stronger than ever. I am on the right side here cause that fucker bullied me; now he is fucking Shilpa, a married woman. Karma will catch upto him soon.***
The human Brain is ego-biased and self-preserving, which makes the Brain let us choose our opponents carefully. Mahesh would not have picked this dangerous way if he did not believe he could outwit Ashish. Mahesh really believes that he is smarter than his boss. *
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While such horrid imaginations torment her husband, Shilpa pleads to Ashish, "Make love to me" Shilpa darts her eyes murmuring," please, "she begs, touching her lover's side face while sitting on his lap wearing only a lacy panty.
Her entreaty instantly soothes his wounded heart. His anger departs. Sorrow visits him, and his lips utter, "I am sorry...I am...the truth is words can't contain what I want to say."
Shilpa breathes on his contrite lips, leaning closer, "Then find another way to apologize. You must Ashish...for us, you must."
Her injunctive suggestion slides inside his mind, carried on the wings of her whisper, wings made of fear.
Ashish discerns that, and his voice drops to a hush, "What are you so afraid of ?" His eyes flit, searching in hers.
Shilpa matches his volume. The words came out from her core with a trembling rhythm, assailed by an indescribable sadness, "You."
and two skittish eyes instinctively glace towards the washroom door behind which her husband is residing, and her mind hums inside *and him*
Her words wrap around his heart like a coil of thorns; it bleeds, and the pain echoes, "Why? I am not gonna harm you." his hands gently caress her face.
Her beautiful face contorts with agony while she speaks, "You will." **You will, my love. You will hurt me once you know the truth.**
Ashish connects her cheekbones with his fingers, desperately trying to decipher the shimmer in her mournful eyes.
She fears the individual Ashish Kaul, and that knowledge crushes him. It frustrates him, knowing that she fears him as a person.
This is not the kind of fear he wants to instill in her. The desired sexual fear they explore through their Master-slave relationship is entirely different. Exploration of that kind of fear is previously agreed upon, purely consensual and a cathartic experience for her submissive desires regarding his masculine dominance.
"Who called you at the mall Shilpa?" Ashish asks gently, trying not to scare her further, but his eyes flicker, and immediately, Shilpa pales; a cold shiver runs down her spine, knowing Ashish has started to doubt things.
Shilpa's lips quiver, "Please don't ask such questions" she looks away towards where Mahesh is located, removing his hands from her face, unable to hold eye contact.
When she returns to lock them again with his piercing eyes, she murmurs, "Sometimes it is best to let sleeping questions lay in their grave."
She was about to break the eye contact again, but Ashish reconciled with her gaze by lifting her despondently angled chin. Her eyes are pleading for mercy.
Ashish murmurs impatiently," Let's quit tip-toeing. I want solid ground beneath us. I want to voyage through life with you as my companion. Let's end this hesitant love, half love. So yes, I will kiss the sleeping questions back to life from the grave ."
The shivering throughout her body arises as easily as a morning's yawn listening to her lover yielding his feelings to her.
Her expression is forlorn, and she almost chokes in emotion while emitting, "Those are not sleeping beauties waiting to be restored; those are skeletons ."
Ashish already knows that she disconnected the cables of his security cameras. He knows she was sent to his penthouse for a purpose, something nefarious, and Mahesh is connected to all this.
Ashish presses his lips, forming a sad smile straining his depressor angularis oris muscles, and then reacts with bleak spirit, "I am not afraid of skeletons. I have some in my closet. But, for you, I am done turning my back on the accountabilities my actions cause. You are a chance for my redemption. Will you not grant me that chance?"
A lover's bewitched soul is stripped bare by his beloved's pacifying spell. At that moment, looking into her lover's infatuated vulnerable eyes, Shilpa realizes she owns his soul. She indeed has managed to tame the person she considered once the bête noire of her life.
She places a hand on his aching heart and states in a doleful voice, "I knew you before I knew you even existed in real ..*sighing* ...you are my destiny, and my destiny is made out of my will. I think....that is why I fall for you this fast. Fate has brought us together, Ashish, *her eyes illume, tone imperative* but I can't kneel at your feet the way you want if I don't see your heart bowing to me in a thespian flair."
Ashish presses her hand on his chest, gripping it like a vice and shaking it, "Bowing to you? It is under your feet. Can't you feel it? It is not a boy's heart, it is a man's cynical heart hardened by the treachery of life, yet I fear you have the ability to crush it. "
Shilpa's expression softens, and she urges, "Then let your heart guide mine to a place where I feel safe. Only from there can I answer what you want to know. My confidence lies in your kindness. Our love has always been about a leap of faith. Take it."
Their temples were touching together while she spoke, eyes on eyes, noses brushing, each inhaling the other's breath, her hair sheltering both of their dismay.
Ashish replies calmly, "For you, it may be a leap of faith cause you are married to someone else and afraid that I might betray you. But in the past few days, the time I spent with you has made me appraised of my role in our relationship, and for that, you made me unlearn everything I knew about love. Love is a decision. Emotions will come and go. I might get angry like I did a while ago, and you might feel hurt again in the future. Wayforward, We can not rely solely upon emotions. Love is a decision to take up the responsibilities of a set of commitments that time will test, and I have decided to take care of you, spend my life with you, and make your woes mine. I intend to keep these promises. Please let me."
Love is a word, and two lovers have given meaning to it according to their feelings.
Ships cup his face with her delicate fingers and whispers, "I am at war with myself. Help me win this war, convince me that I am not in love with a deception.No more detour of silly anger. Walk on the needed path regardless of how other ways tempt you to reconsider. The correct path to strengthen our union is trust, Ashish. Take the path paved with trust and make love to me. Take me to the island where I feel safe, from where I can apprise you about the arcane secrets you seek to know about my life and myself."
Ashish grabs her nape, and his words rustle on her lips, "Lit up that path. I am lost in the haze of your riddles."
Shilpa looks at the washroom door from the corner of her eyes and asks him in a lovely voice with a winsome look on her face, "Take me to the other room and convince me that your heart is not filled with hatred towards me. Make me feel that a false hope did not ambush me with a passionate kiss out of the blue, turning my life upside down....convince me that it is indeed my destiny that stole my heart away."
Ashish obliges, almost hypnotized by her endearing countenance, and puts a hand below her neck and another under her knees, preparing to carry her to the adjacent room, Deepti's cabin. He reckons that his gorgeous paramour must be craving privacy for such intimacy and wants to avoid Mahesh altogether during lovemaking.
He was almost hypnotized, not entirely. Shilpa giggles as Ashish scoops her up, and her eyes automatically scuttle towards the washroom door again as if she has committed a blunder by giggling. Then, finally, Ashish notices what he has been witnessing for a while- his lovely beloved cannot help but repeatedly check the washroom door with nervous eyes. She has been doing it for a time now. He assumed Shilpa was doing it out of embarrassment. But this time, his intuition offers him another explanation.
Enteric Nervous system.
Something in that look made Ashish's intuition immediately connect the dots, and his instincts put him on high alert by informing him *She is Mahesh's wife. She must be. That explains all the puzzles.*
Ashish's facial muscles do not even flinch at this realization. It was a multivariant equation that got solved by his intuition before his conscious mind could comprehend how his instincts did it. The first component of that equation is Him bullying Mahesh, and the penultimate one is Mahesh begging him not to fuck her a while ago.
The actual equation is much longer and has many more components derived from the events that occurred and words that have been spoken in the past few days.
Enteric Nervous system, aka gut feeling. Our Brain isn't the only zone where thinking takes place.The enteric nervous system connects the Brain with the stomach with millions of neurons. These highways of neurons, known as the Brain-gut axis, transport many hormones. In fact, 90 % of serotonin comes from the stomach.
In short, the old saying of gut instinct isn't really false or a superstition.
"I need to switch off my phone." Ashish kisses her head smiling, "I can't be distracted when I am properly apologizing to you." his voice is surprisingly calm.
"Ok." Shilpa rubs her nose on the hollow of his throat, gladdened by his devotion towards her. Ashish puts Shilpa down on the couch and takes his hands off her body. His mind is racing.
Shilpa quickly kisses his lips before he leaves her side and smiles at him densely. Ashish wants confirmation, and he knows exactly where he will get it.
Next, Ashish took the phone from the couch and walked to his executive desk. He puts the phone inside the drawer, and while hidden behind the large desk, his hands check the wallet he had taken from Mahesh the other day. His hunch was correct. There was enough evidence inside Mahesh's wallet that proves Shilpa indeed is his wife.
"Coco Chanel." Ashish mutters. Ashish lives and breathes in the business world and draws examples from there.
Shilpa was watching Ashish. She loves to skim his magnificent sculpture.
She cannot help but think about how their babies will look. She has been thinking about it very often now. They both know she was ovulating yesterday; surprisingly, Ashish does not tease her about it, and he teases her about everything. Right now, she indulges in one such daydream biting her lips bolstered by the words Ashish told her a while ago.
But when Ashish looks up, shoving the drawer, Shilpa shivers, noticing the sudden shift in his appearance.
*Something has changed.* Her inner self fearfully alerts her.
He is not looking at her like a few moments ago. A few seconds ago, he was looking at her with puppy eyes. Shilpa knew she had him under her charm. But she can sense the spell is broken.
His face is inscrutable now, eyes penetrating, and once again, he looks entirely male, shedding the boyish aura he was wearing a while ago.
*He knows who I am. He knows Mahesh is my husband* Shilpa gulps at the actualization.
Women are the more sensitive sex. Women can read human emotions better than men, and Shilpa can sense Ashish knows her secret. Women are the more sensitive sex due to the mother-child dyad.
A human child can't speak after birth, and it is utterly defenseless. It can't articulate its needs properly during the first 10-12 months after it comes to Earth. A mother must intuitively pick up her child's needs just by looking at her child. Thus women chose to invest more in developing emotional sensitivity during evolution, and that sensitivity became an innate part of femininity regardless of whether a female has attained motherhood in her lifetime.
Many other mammalian females share this mother-child dyad, a chemical process that starts before giving birth and completely seizes the Brain through reward centers in PFC after Postpartum. Masculinity or society did not entirely shape femininity; a majority of feminine nature evolved cause of children.
Empathy is part of human's innate morality, and empathy was primarily evolved for parenting and mutual cooperation. Human's innate morality does not come from a place of cowardice or shame. Neither was it established cause some clever people said some wise things. It comes from within, and it is ancient.
If Human civilization is standing upon muscles, then empathy is what makes this civilization breathe.
PART 2.1 - Let There Be Light
*********************************************
The human Brain is an ego-biased, narcissistic organ. Our Brain is in love with itself and considers itself the most precious object in the whole world. It constantly makes a person overestimates their ability. Our self-preserving Brain will do absolutely anything to protect itself from humiliation. It will even convince itself by conjuring false reasons and facts that the person to whom the Brain belongs has won even if the person has lost. That is why 8 out of 10 arguments end up without any conclusion and only make the people arguing more convinced about what they initially believed to be true.
Our Brain tends to associate us with positive events and detach ourselves from adverse events. My wife, my husband, my car, my child -when things work out well, but when it does not, those phrases might become- that woman, that man, this stupid car, your child. Me, me, me, me, me - Brain's favorite hymn. This natural egocentric bias of the human Brain was first identified by psychologists in 1979, and more works have been done on this topic.
In the lavish washroom of Ashish's office, Mahesh is currently held hostage not only by his boss Ashish but also by his egocentric Brain.
He always hated that Ashish got to have his private restroom in the office. One of the many perks of holding an executive position. He is over 40 years old, so his fluid intelligence is slowing down, and being a lazy person, his crystallized intelligence is outdated, leaving him utterly defenseless to the egomaniac that lives rent-free in his head, his Brain and whatever he thinks is being prescribed by that egomaniac who will not accept a humiliating defeat even when Mahesh's wife is sitting on his boss's lap.
Mahesh turns on the wall faucet and prays that the wooshing of the falling water masks any kind of sound from outside.
He does not want to hear Shilpa's moans. He knows Ashish is going to make his wife moan. He listened to those inside the parking lot earlier when Shilpa did not even know Mahesh was hiding there. His ears don't want to bleed again.
Mahesh is unaware that Shilpa and Ashish are in love with each other cause Mahesh only saw Ashish humiliating Shilpa every time he stumbled upon their intimate moments together.
That thought never crossed his mind, not even when he saw them together in the parking lot. Not even when he saw Ashish's seed seeping out of his wife's pussy a while ago. She is acting as a temptress to trap Ashish, and getting intimate with Ashish is part of the job.
However, Mahesh is aware that Shilpa got the hots for Ashish. She confessed it herself to him. He thinks she is lustful for Ashish, which is why she delays their plan to trap him, which leads her to become an object of humiliation for his bully boss.
Mahesh screams in his head**Now that Shilpa truly realizes her mistake due to her clumsiness... she is pushing the idea of a cuckold relationship, propelling me to settle for peace. I don't want peace from that son of a bitch. I want war**
Mahesh looks around and finds a stainless steel pedal bin. He puts the metal bin under the running water from the faucet, and the deflecting sound of the inelastic collision on the steel surface fills up the washroom.
But the white gaussian noise created by the burbling of the water can't silence the rackets he is hearing inside his head right now, and those hoot as he stares at the falling water * He is going to make your wife wet just like this*
The dashing water spatters from the galvanized metal, and the voices tell him * That's how Ashish is going to make Shilpa squirt*
The droplets ricochet towards him, dampening his trouser, and the imaginary agents whisper inside him *That's how she is going to splash on his big dick ..maybe she already did or doing right now, right this instant*
Mahesh slams the nearest wall, growling inside, looking at his reflection in the wide wall mirror***No, my plan was perfect. It only got ruined because of Shilpa and her stupidity. Now both of us are in this deep Shit, looking at prison time if we get caught. She played with fire. Now her hands are burnt, and she must realize what kind of a monster Ashish really is. But I have hatched other plans with Indra and Priyanka. I am going to execute those. I am going to win. I am the smartest of them all. This is just a minor setback. All I need to do is endure it and wait out the storm to emerge stronger than ever. I am on the right side here cause that fucker bullied me; now he is fucking Shilpa, a married woman. Karma will catch upto him soon.***
The human Brain is ego-biased and self-preserving, which makes the Brain let us choose our opponents carefully. Mahesh would not have picked this dangerous way if he did not believe he could outwit Ashish. Mahesh really believes that he is smarter than his boss. *
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While such horrid imaginations torment her husband, Shilpa pleads to Ashish, "Make love to me" Shilpa darts her eyes murmuring," please, "she begs, touching her lover's side face while sitting on his lap wearing only a lacy panty.
Her entreaty instantly soothes his wounded heart. His anger departs. Sorrow visits him, and his lips utter, "I am sorry...I am...the truth is words can't contain what I want to say."
Shilpa breathes on his contrite lips, leaning closer, "Then find another way to apologize. You must Ashish...for us, you must."
Her injunctive suggestion slides inside his mind, carried on the wings of her whisper, wings made of fear.
Ashish discerns that, and his voice drops to a hush, "What are you so afraid of ?" His eyes flit, searching in hers.
Shilpa matches his volume. The words came out from her core with a trembling rhythm, assailed by an indescribable sadness, "You."
and two skittish eyes instinctively glace towards the washroom door behind which her husband is residing, and her mind hums inside *and him*
Her words wrap around his heart like a coil of thorns; it bleeds, and the pain echoes, "Why? I am not gonna harm you." his hands gently caress her face.
Her beautiful face contorts with agony while she speaks, "You will." **You will, my love. You will hurt me once you know the truth.**
Ashish connects her cheekbones with his fingers, desperately trying to decipher the shimmer in her mournful eyes.
She fears the individual Ashish Kaul, and that knowledge crushes him. It frustrates him, knowing that she fears him as a person.
This is not the kind of fear he wants to instill in her. The desired sexual fear they explore through their Master-slave relationship is entirely different. Exploration of that kind of fear is previously agreed upon, purely consensual and a cathartic experience for her submissive desires regarding his masculine dominance.
"Who called you at the mall Shilpa?" Ashish asks gently, trying not to scare her further, but his eyes flicker, and immediately, Shilpa pales; a cold shiver runs down her spine, knowing Ashish has started to doubt things.
Shilpa's lips quiver, "Please don't ask such questions" she looks away towards where Mahesh is located, removing his hands from her face, unable to hold eye contact.
When she returns to lock them again with his piercing eyes, she murmurs, "Sometimes it is best to let sleeping questions lay in their grave."
She was about to break the eye contact again, but Ashish reconciled with her gaze by lifting her despondently angled chin. Her eyes are pleading for mercy.
Ashish murmurs impatiently," Let's quit tip-toeing. I want solid ground beneath us. I want to voyage through life with you as my companion. Let's end this hesitant love, half love. So yes, I will kiss the sleeping questions back to life from the grave ."
The shivering throughout her body arises as easily as a morning's yawn listening to her lover yielding his feelings to her.
Her expression is forlorn, and she almost chokes in emotion while emitting, "Those are not sleeping beauties waiting to be restored; those are skeletons ."
Ashish already knows that she disconnected the cables of his security cameras. He knows she was sent to his penthouse for a purpose, something nefarious, and Mahesh is connected to all this.
Ashish presses his lips, forming a sad smile straining his depressor angularis oris muscles, and then reacts with bleak spirit, "I am not afraid of skeletons. I have some in my closet. But, for you, I am done turning my back on the accountabilities my actions cause. You are a chance for my redemption. Will you not grant me that chance?"
A lover's bewitched soul is stripped bare by his beloved's pacifying spell. At that moment, looking into her lover's infatuated vulnerable eyes, Shilpa realizes she owns his soul. She indeed has managed to tame the person she considered once the bête noire of her life.
She places a hand on his aching heart and states in a doleful voice, "I knew you before I knew you even existed in real ..*sighing* ...you are my destiny, and my destiny is made out of my will. I think....that is why I fall for you this fast. Fate has brought us together, Ashish, *her eyes illume, tone imperative* but I can't kneel at your feet the way you want if I don't see your heart bowing to me in a thespian flair."
Ashish presses her hand on his chest, gripping it like a vice and shaking it, "Bowing to you? It is under your feet. Can't you feel it? It is not a boy's heart, it is a man's cynical heart hardened by the treachery of life, yet I fear you have the ability to crush it. "
Shilpa's expression softens, and she urges, "Then let your heart guide mine to a place where I feel safe. Only from there can I answer what you want to know. My confidence lies in your kindness. Our love has always been about a leap of faith. Take it."
Their temples were touching together while she spoke, eyes on eyes, noses brushing, each inhaling the other's breath, her hair sheltering both of their dismay.
Ashish replies calmly, "For you, it may be a leap of faith cause you are married to someone else and afraid that I might betray you. But in the past few days, the time I spent with you has made me appraised of my role in our relationship, and for that, you made me unlearn everything I knew about love. Love is a decision. Emotions will come and go. I might get angry like I did a while ago, and you might feel hurt again in the future. Wayforward, We can not rely solely upon emotions. Love is a decision to take up the responsibilities of a set of commitments that time will test, and I have decided to take care of you, spend my life with you, and make your woes mine. I intend to keep these promises. Please let me."
Love is a word, and two lovers have given meaning to it according to their feelings.
Ships cup his face with her delicate fingers and whispers, "I am at war with myself. Help me win this war, convince me that I am not in love with a deception.No more detour of silly anger. Walk on the needed path regardless of how other ways tempt you to reconsider. The correct path to strengthen our union is trust, Ashish. Take the path paved with trust and make love to me. Take me to the island where I feel safe, from where I can apprise you about the arcane secrets you seek to know about my life and myself."
Ashish grabs her nape, and his words rustle on her lips, "Lit up that path. I am lost in the haze of your riddles."
Shilpa looks at the washroom door from the corner of her eyes and asks him in a lovely voice with a winsome look on her face, "Take me to the other room and convince me that your heart is not filled with hatred towards me. Make me feel that a false hope did not ambush me with a passionate kiss out of the blue, turning my life upside down....convince me that it is indeed my destiny that stole my heart away."
Ashish obliges, almost hypnotized by her endearing countenance, and puts a hand below her neck and another under her knees, preparing to carry her to the adjacent room, Deepti's cabin. He reckons that his gorgeous paramour must be craving privacy for such intimacy and wants to avoid Mahesh altogether during lovemaking.
He was almost hypnotized, not entirely. Shilpa giggles as Ashish scoops her up, and her eyes automatically scuttle towards the washroom door again as if she has committed a blunder by giggling. Then, finally, Ashish notices what he has been witnessing for a while- his lovely beloved cannot help but repeatedly check the washroom door with nervous eyes. She has been doing it for a time now. He assumed Shilpa was doing it out of embarrassment. But this time, his intuition offers him another explanation.
Enteric Nervous system.
Something in that look made Ashish's intuition immediately connect the dots, and his instincts put him on high alert by informing him *She is Mahesh's wife. She must be. That explains all the puzzles.*
Ashish's facial muscles do not even flinch at this realization. It was a multivariant equation that got solved by his intuition before his conscious mind could comprehend how his instincts did it. The first component of that equation is Him bullying Mahesh, and the penultimate one is Mahesh begging him not to fuck her a while ago.
The actual equation is much longer and has many more components derived from the events that occurred and words that have been spoken in the past few days.
Enteric Nervous system, aka gut feeling. Our Brain isn't the only zone where thinking takes place.The enteric nervous system connects the Brain with the stomach with millions of neurons. These highways of neurons, known as the Brain-gut axis, transport many hormones. In fact, 90 % of serotonin comes from the stomach.
In short, the old saying of gut instinct isn't really false or a superstition.
"I need to switch off my phone." Ashish kisses her head smiling, "I can't be distracted when I am properly apologizing to you." his voice is surprisingly calm.
"Ok." Shilpa rubs her nose on the hollow of his throat, gladdened by his devotion towards her. Ashish puts Shilpa down on the couch and takes his hands off her body. His mind is racing.
Shilpa quickly kisses his lips before he leaves her side and smiles at him densely. Ashish wants confirmation, and he knows exactly where he will get it.
Next, Ashish took the phone from the couch and walked to his executive desk. He puts the phone inside the drawer, and while hidden behind the large desk, his hands check the wallet he had taken from Mahesh the other day. His hunch was correct. There was enough evidence inside Mahesh's wallet that proves Shilpa indeed is his wife.
"Coco Chanel." Ashish mutters. Ashish lives and breathes in the business world and draws examples from there.
Shilpa was watching Ashish. She loves to skim his magnificent sculpture.
She cannot help but think about how their babies will look. She has been thinking about it very often now. They both know she was ovulating yesterday; surprisingly, Ashish does not tease her about it, and he teases her about everything. Right now, she indulges in one such daydream biting her lips bolstered by the words Ashish told her a while ago.
But when Ashish looks up, shoving the drawer, Shilpa shivers, noticing the sudden shift in his appearance.
*Something has changed.* Her inner self fearfully alerts her.
He is not looking at her like a few moments ago. A few seconds ago, he was looking at her with puppy eyes. Shilpa knew she had him under her charm. But she can sense the spell is broken.
His face is inscrutable now, eyes penetrating, and once again, he looks entirely male, shedding the boyish aura he was wearing a while ago.
*He knows who I am. He knows Mahesh is my husband* Shilpa gulps at the actualization.
Women are the more sensitive sex. Women can read human emotions better than men, and Shilpa can sense Ashish knows her secret. Women are the more sensitive sex due to the mother-child dyad.
A human child can't speak after birth, and it is utterly defenseless. It can't articulate its needs properly during the first 10-12 months after it comes to Earth. A mother must intuitively pick up her child's needs just by looking at her child. Thus women chose to invest more in developing emotional sensitivity during evolution, and that sensitivity became an innate part of femininity regardless of whether a female has attained motherhood in her lifetime.
Many other mammalian females share this mother-child dyad, a chemical process that starts before giving birth and completely seizes the Brain through reward centers in PFC after Postpartum. Masculinity or society did not entirely shape femininity; a majority of feminine nature evolved cause of children.
Empathy is part of human's innate morality, and empathy was primarily evolved for parenting and mutual cooperation. Human's innate morality does not come from a place of cowardice or shame. Neither was it established cause some clever people said some wise things. It comes from within, and it is ancient.
If Human civilization is standing upon muscles, then empathy is what makes this civilization breathe.
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