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51 Shades of Brown, Excerpt #9 [Chapter 41]

The entire crowd of over 100,000 enthusiastic spectators erupted in unbridled bliss as the grueling 5 day cricket test match drew to a triumphant close. Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram, captain of the victorious squad, was swarmed by his teammates for his first-class playmaking and heroic leadership. Indrakshisupriyamadhuchanda relished her front row view of the nearby squad celebrating on the field of play. The historic achievement of this team kindled the pride of the entire nation. The unprecedented athleticism of Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram lit a fire not only in her heart, but also elsewhere in her body.

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She nearly flinched as she saw him emerge from the jubilant group to march on a direct path seemingly towards her seating area.

Were her eyes deceiving her?

Was his gaze fixed on her?

Could he actually recognize her from the mob of admirers?

Her heart began to race. As he approached her, his beaming smile soothed her anxiety, and he reached out his palms to clutch both of her outstretched hands. As their bodies merged in a tender embrace, her nostrils were mercilessly penetrated by an orgy of potent aromas: garam masala on his right cheek from his pregame aloo gobi, turmeric on the corner of his left lip from his chole the previous evening, freshly diced onions on his arms from his uthappam breakfast, red chili on his mustache from the rasam he drank during the contest intermission & garlic on his chest hair tufts from all of his meals during the 5 day contest. The intoxicating smell of curry overwhelmed her into submission. Her palate reached dizzying heights of arousal. She could no longer control her intense hunger and passion.

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And just as soon as she began to close her eyes in ecstasy, this fleeting connection was interrupted by the surrounding mass of mostly female viewers who, with shrieks of delight, lunged towards the Brown Knight in an attempt to caress his glistening body, which remained protected by cricket gear. His abrupt departure back towards his teammates, leaving behind an unmistakable trailing waft of spices & coconut oil, immediately threw Indrakshisupriyamadhuchanda into deep despair.

But her body swelled in this precise moment, as she just then noticed the access key card emblazoned with the inscription “Royal Hotel of Jaipur, Suite # 69” that Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram had invitingly deposited in her grip during the brief embrace…

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