An Innocent Beauty Continues Part2

[Deepak.kapoor]

Vikram’s Triumph and Feeling

As Vikram stepped out of the cinema hall, a self-satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He felt an undeniable rush of victory; he had won. Meera, rich, fair, faithful wife, so out of his league, had given in to him in ways he hadn’t anticipated, and that surrender left him feeling more powerful. He replayed the moments in his head—the way she had moved on his lap, the breathless way she had whispered his name. 


“I’ve got her,” he thought, his confidence surging. His gaze drifted over to her as they walked, noting how she kept her eyes down.


But with his triumph came a strange, unexpected feeling—a softening inside him when he looked at Meera now. She wasn't just an object of conquest anymore; how she had let herself go with him had struck a chord in him.
 

Maybe there's more to her ? he mused, watching the delicate sway of her sari as she walked ahead. For the first time, he found himself not just lusting after her but wanting to know her.


Vikram felt an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest as he recalled how she had looked at him during their meeting. There had been a flicker of something in her eyes, something he wanted to see again. Was it desire? Fear? Or perhaps... need? He couldn't quite place it, but the memory of it made him feel strangely protective.


He shook his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts. No, don't go soft, he warned himself.
 

She's different, he thought, almost grudgingly. Yes, she had given in. It felt like she had chosen to let him in and let herself go with him, and that choice made all the difference in his eyes.


As they moved towards the exit, Vikram watched her with a new concentration. The thrill of victory was still there, but now it was mixed with a strange tenderness he didn’t quite understand.


Maybe... just maybe, he thought, there’s something more here than I originally planned.