INDEX “take it off,” he said softly placing her hand gently on the dark red fabric. khushi almost winced at the urgency in his tone, a demand yet a need that made her stomach muscles clench. take it off? what was he saying? the fabric was rough against her skin. she felt her fingers move and clutch a handful of red, she felt her breath shudder. his hand lifted languidly and went slowly toward her face, she could feel…
darkness was hidden by darkness in the beginning, with no distinguishing sign, all this was water. the life force that was covered with emptiness, that one arose through the power of heat. desire came upon that one in the beginning, that was the first seed of mind. ~~~ the creation hymn, rig veda ~~~ “khushi!” her name passed through him, brushing softly against his vocal chords, making him exhale, giving him breath. the pain of the words gushing out of…