a/n: pt 2 of our priyo felu mittir, a bit short so pt 3 otw :P
tw: fluff, inappropriate use of khopar kaanta(?)
♤loves to play daaba(chess), plays with himself to sharpen his skills, calls the queen with your name as he advances to a checkmate.
♤when the rains of srabon maash fills the courtyard of the house, he and Topshe run down to make paper boats, while Lal Mohan Babu supplies them with spare newspapers, much to Sidhu Jyatha's annoyance. You sigh with a smile, while cupping the mug of cha that he already made before splashing in the water.
♤He looks at you, as he feels your piercing stare on him without knowing yourself that you were FULL ON *gawking* at him. He smacks Topshe lightly on his head before joining you. His kurta is moistened, the streaks forming sticking to his physique, which your hand gently caresses while his hand finds your hair, tugging it to pull you into a kiss
♤His hands dugs into his payijama pocket, pulling out a 'khopar kaata', a specimen beautiful woodwork with a pair of ghunghur attached to its end.
♤He pushes the edge of the kaanta towards you, it's tip grazing against your neck, as you tried to swallow back a moan from the sudden piercing sensation. His bristi r bheja kurta wettens your shutir(cotton) saree, with your blouse turning almost transparent as he spins you around, with his lips finding the crook of your neck. The kaanta remains as a barricade for your neck, refusing to let you go.
♤ The wetness of the rain with the blazing fire of his open mouthed kisses on your back sets a shiver down your spine. His large calloused hand arrests your wrists between his, allowing you to take exactly what he gave you. The peacock from a distance shrieks, as the rain dances on its feathers.
♤It's not a Robibar r bikel(Sunday evening) unless the four of you hop down to Trinicas to have a nice warm bowl of egg drop soup with fried prawns. He always puts the biggest piece of prawn on your plate, then Topshe's, then Lal Mohan babu's. He always said "Amar oto bhalo lage na, tomra e khao(I dont like prawns that much, y'all please help yourselves), which you know was a complete lie, and thus youd feed him one from your plate, despite the eye rolling and side eyeing that followed from the rest of the gang.
♤You'd make him click photos for you. And as per the usual THE felubabu shenanigans, he'd refuse, saying "Oisob phaltu dhong amar dara hoye na" while directing you with the poses, all while silently having a black & white polaroid in his wallet beside the jhumka r push that you thought you lost.
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