Shikha walked into the kitchen, sleepy-eyed, switched on the light and opened the windows. The clock in the microwave oven showed 5 am. It was still dark outside.
Yawning, she absently pulled out the percolator. She poured the coffee powder and water into it and switched it on. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at the cabinet above her and was about to open it when she felt an itch in her back and before she could reach her hand behind, she felt Anish's hands, gently scratching the place.
She moaned and chuckled at the same time. "Awww, baby...thanks."
She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. It felt so good. They'd moved into this new flat a couple of months back, and things had been just perfect. Anish had taken a few days off just help her set up their love nest. Theirs was a fairytale wedding, and sometimes she couldn't believe life could be so good.
It was perfect. Almost. The scratching continued. She giggled. And knowing Anish, she knew what was going to happen next, and she smiled at the thought.
"You're a bad boy, you know that?" She purred and turned back to drown herself in his arms.
There was no one behind her.