HALF MOON CHAPTER - 9 Night was silently, obediently passing by her. Mehar watched it with eyes filled with tears of joy mixed with sorrow, heart sinking with every beat deeper and deeper in her own ocean. Darkness in the window turned to sweet silvery moonlit square peeping at her lying half awake on her bed. She had taken a shower a few minutes back. Her blue nightgown felt fresh to her still aroused and at the same time blessed contours. She closed her eyes and felt Giriraj's brash lips on hers, bruising her with pleasure she never knew before.