Her mouth dropped open. “Really?! Oh fuck, that was so selfish of me…”
His chest began to vibrate.
“You should expect more from your girlfriend!” She slapped his chest. It stilled.
“What did you just call yourself?”
She began to sit up. “Umm… your girlfriend…”
Her nape was caught in his palm and pulled down. They were eye to eye again.
“Don’t worry,” he bit into her lower lip. “I will get my girlfriend to do a whole lot more.” He released her lip, rubbing his thumb over the sting and saliva he had left behind. “She will drive us home like this.”
40. Life in long distance…
Life in long distance with Amaal was life like he had never experienced before. All of a sudden, his mind wasn’t playing flashes anymore. The static was never empty, always filled with thoughts of her. And when it wasn’t, it was filling with more ideas, better ideas, bigger ideas for Himachal Development Party. It was as if being with Amaal had opened his potential, even if they couldn’t meet face to face as often as he would have liked to.
“…but you said your current trip is for a week!” She complained. Samar hummed, pushing his earphone in tighter as he stepped out of the Boulevard Road Headquarters into the busy autumn street. Tourist season had still not wound down, even though the temperatures had started to swing. The team of junior leaders and members around him began to follow him as they were wont to do wherever he went in Kashmir. Samar shook his head at them, waving and stepping off.
“I am in the state for a week.”
“But not in Srinagar,” she grumbled.
Samar walked through the crowd. “I am here for a day.”
“And you went straight to the headquarters.”
“If I had come there, would you have left work?”
“Umm… no. But it’s the waiting that counts. Come, wait under the Secretariat in your car all day to get just a glimpse of me.”
“O-kay,” he barked a laugh. “Any more commands for me?”
“You are the one with the commands.”
Dark, pleasurable thoughts clouded his mind. He slowed his pace.
“I hope you are talking to me in silos.”
“Why?”
“Put me on speaker and I’ll respond to that.”
“Here you go.”
“Cancel all meetings in second half. The Press Secretary will be taking my commands tonight.”
“Samar!”
He laughed. “You are sitting in a silent, closed room right now.”
“Just come show me your face, already! I last saw it in August.” Samar glanced down at himself. What had happened to him? He had bought a white kurta and pathani and wore it like a fool just because she had once said she liked him dressed like this. Thankfully, he had not completely gone to waste, and had pulled on his old plaid jacket at least.
“Tonight. I will come pick you up to show you the flat I rented.”
“Where?”
“You know the place.”
