“To the procedure. I have to get in and see the patient. Now move!” She pushed. He let her push him out and bounced back, making her scream and opening her up for his tongue’s invasion.
“Sandwich date today?” He asked.
“At home.”
“Outside. We haven’t gone to Raju since January.”
“Fine. Only because you are obedient otherwise.”
“My incentives are to die for,” he grabbed her face and kissed her again, jumping up and running away when she grabbed his pillow.
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MONSOON
Mumbai monsoons! Oh the rains and oh the pains and how she was ready to wade through both. Literally. Ritu opened the umbrella over her half-open door, collected her car keys and phone, and ran, pushing the door shut with her back. She dashed up and towards the porch of The Nilay Patel House of Couture. And crashed with a panicky Kedar.
“Ma’am! Sorry! I was coming to get you!” He held out his umbrella.
“Why?”
“NiP said you will be parking by now.”
Ritu chuckled, pulling the umbrella closed. “You don’t have to listen to all that NiP says.”
“Ha, sure…” he scoffed. “I mean… never. Especially where it concerns you.”
“Was he like that with all his previous girlfriends?” Ritu inquired conversationally, walking into the store that was immaculate, with a few customers and a trial going on in the back room.
“Huh…ha ha, you want me to lose my job, no, Ma’am?” Kedar laughed, calling for the elevator.
“Why?”
The lift door opened.
“Because if he finds out I have talked to you about previous girlfriends, he will…”
“I will what?” Nilay stepped out of the lift, shirtsleeves rolled up, measuring tape around his neck, looking like the hottest manifestation of her warmest dream. Ritu couldn’t take her eyes off his chest.
“I didn't say anything!” Kedar jumped on the spot. “Really!”
“It’s ok,” Ritu whispered in his ear. “Run. I’ll handle from here.”
He didn't even wait for her last words. He was out of the alley and had disappeared into thin air.
“You have kept him so terrorised.” She chided to her husband, who was looking at her with that stern frown in his NiP-the-designer-in-his-cave avatar. She loved this one the best out of all his work avatars. Mainly for those rolled shirt sleeves and the measuring tape. A man who made the world do his minutest chores was only caught slaving over his annual capsule collection. And only in front of her.
“What do you want to know about my previous girlfriends?” He curved a hand around her waist, turning and ushering her into the elevator.
“Aren’t you going out?” She asked.
“No.”
“Then why are you down?”
“For you,” he held up the umbrella in his hand that she had failed to notice.
When Ritu looked up at the closing doors, she found a few customers, all women of different age groups, ogling them. Her husband, to be precise.Sorry, ladies, I won him.
