The night was further blessed by sound of rain, the sound that their moans could fade away. The most awaited moment had waited for so long before emptying bottle of champagne. At 10 O’clock, he touched her nape, pulled her and the sensitive parts began to brush. Mostly the lips with their eyes closed. Holding onto each other they fell down on the pillow kissing deeply.
The clothes that they wore by themselves in the morning began to strip off from their bodies by other person. He did not miss anything out of his sight while she undressed him. The fairy face glowed against the night as he nervously pulled off her blouse. The moment of his imagination to come alive arrived at last.
The bedside telephone rang. It was urgent. He started to pick up his clothes.
Sonam (name changed) felt irritated. He felt like murdering the script writer or the movie director whoever was responsible not to continue that scene.