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51 Shades of Brown, Excerpt #8 [Chapter 37]
Swapnasundarisuprabhamadhulekha remained forever grateful to Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram for nursing her ankle injury sustained during an accidental misstep at the bazaar. At least thrice daily he prepared a fresh soothing paste of Indian herbs and lentils crushed with a bedside mortar and pestle, and gently massaged the concoction with soft circular motions of his powerful fingers around her twisted limb. His intense, deep stare during the meticulous application of his remedy almost paralyzed her entire body.

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But how could he now torment her by whispering that he needed to clean his own body behind the hanging white sheet at her bedside that served as a room partition?

Yes, it was Diwali, the great Indian Festival of Lights, and this celebration would be fleeting. But as he stood behind the sheet only an arm’s length away from her and lit a small oil lamp with a cotton wick, his flickering silhouette became an indelible image forever seared in her memory.

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Her faux paralysis continued; she could not turn away as he dipped his washcloth in a water basin and slowly rubbed it over every curve of his rippling body. His masculine decision to wash the hair on his head with bar soap overwhelmed her. The flickering nude silhouette offered tantalizing details, including the contours of his body hair tufts, while simultaneously torturing her with amorphous ambiguity as the sheet waved with gusts from the oscillating fan.

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But she gasped out loud as she deciphered a discrete tempting protrusion: his thick lustrous mustache grew larger and larger as he groomed it with coconut oil.

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Swapnasundarisuprabhamadhulekha trembled, as her audible reaction caused Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram to pause and advance towards the razor-thin cloth that separated the two bodies from engaging in pleasures of the flesh…

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