The guests are walking to the poolside in their shirts and shorts or dresses, with their pool bags. Then they take off their shirts, their dresses and gingerly step into the pool. They wade around without swimming. Some order drinks. That’s when I see Daksh at the poolside. He’s slathering sunscreen on Rabbani’s face and arms. She runs to the shallow end of the kids’ pool and starts splashing.
I text Vicky.
You were right about the pool, no one swims.
He reads but he doesn’t reply.
I care about you, Vicky.
Send me 1 pic.
His text makes my heart jump.
Vicky and I have kissed. We have watched two movies where we have fondled each other, and we have talked dirty at times. But the rest, we thought we would do after our boards were out of the way. He has never seen me this way, nor have I seen him.
Are you sure?
Watever Aanchal.
