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Jeff Tikari




Copyright Jeff Tikari 2012-01-24

A Smashwords edition


Kali’s Infatuation

Jeff Tikari



Kali’s Infatuation


Kali yawned and opened his eyes to narrow slits. His bride of two days stood in the door way of the hut against the morning sun, her semi-transparent sari revealed her sensuous body. Kali felt the beginnings of arousal nudging him awake. He called to her:

“Hey, Munni…”

“Don’t call me that. Only my Papa calls me that.”

“OK, yar, Mangli, what are you looking at? Screwing up your pretty face; come back here.”

Mangli looked back and saw the mischief in his eyes. “No chance,” she said. “I have to fetch water, light the fire, cook a meal and do a thousand other things,” she stuck her tongue out at him.

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