Part 3- Final Part
In the morning, I woke up with my head on his chest instead of the pillow. I was holding onto him for dear life. He was still sleeping. I kissed his forehead and got out of bed. I took off my gown. I chose what to wear and was just about to go take a shower but he grabbed my wrist and turned me around.
"Hi..." He smiled in a very naughty way. He still looked sleepy and his hair was all messed up. I felt like running my fingers through it and fixing it. His hair covered his forehead. I remembered that I was wearing nothing but that sleeveless nightie and he had never ever seen me so scantily clad. I looked around. My gown was on the edge of the bed and I was standing too far away from it.
"What are you looking for?" He asked
"Nothing..." I said.
"Ok..." He nodded. I wondered if he wanted to kill me with his eyes. I pulled my hand away from him and ran to the bathroom.
We got ready and continued our journey and reached Udaipur at last. We checked into another hotel. The conference was in the evening. He introduced me to some of his friends in the lobby. I tried to match his grace when I spoke to them. I settled on a red saree after agonizing over what to wear for a long time. He wore a suit. I thought I looked like I just came straight from the village, while he looked professional, presentable and devastatingly handsome. I didn't feel like his match in any way. But still, there was a big difference between where I was when I'd met him and who I was now. I tried to remember that I'd gotten an education. I may not be a doctor but I was no longer an illiterate. If I allowed my nervousness to hinder his big day, he would be very hurt. So I got dressed and he waited for me. I wore a red saree and simple jewelry, and left my hair open. I was still in the habit of covering my head whenever I went out, and he told me he had no problem if I wanted to do it now, but I didn't. I painted my nails red and put eyeliner on, and nervously cracked my fingers.
He was ready to go. He looked like a movie star and I didn't need to say so. He adjusted his tie and ran his fingers through his hair. I watched him and smiled.
"What? Do I look ok?" He asked.
"You look really extraordinary..." I assured him.
"Really?" He grinned and walked across the room and held my face in his. He kissed my forehead.
"Wow...you think I look extraordinary?" He said. Then he pulled me forward and turned me around to face the mirror. He pointed at the mirror. "That's extraordinary...and you've always been this beautiful...even in all your village girl simplicity..." He said.
He turned me around again and held me tightly.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Yeah." I replied. We left for the conference. He introduced me to all his friends. They were all very nice. Everyone was nice. He spoke wonderfully at the conference. Afterwards, he was busy talking with a few people, so I waited for him. There was a waiter walking around passing drinks. I was thirsty so I took one. It tasted weird, but I was thirsty so I had another one. Before I realized it, I'd had three. He walked in my direction and smiled.
"Wanna have dinner? They've arranged one for everyone in attendance."
"Sure..." I said.
"Hmm...or maybe we can...go back to our hotel..." he said, in a softer and huskier tone. He squeezed my hand. I blushed. I nodded and he took my hand and we left. In the car on the way to the hotel, I began to feel a little bit funny. I felt uneasy and fidgeted in the seat. He noticed my unease.
"Everything ok?"
"I feel a little bit strange...light headed...maybe I'm just hungry." I said.
"Oh, we will order room service...don't worry..." He said. I nodded.
We reached our room and he ordered room service. We ate and he said he was going to change, and then things took a really weird turn. I began to feel dizzy. I walked into Dr Sa's back and he stopped. He turned around and looked at me.
"What happened?" He held me by my shoulders. I couldn't explain anything to him because I felt really strange. I just hugged him. I was tugging on his collar really hard. The only thing I remember is feeling like I wanted him to hold me forever and that I just couldn't get close enough. I remember him sounding worried and he kept asking me what was happening to me.
"Are you ok? Is it something we ate?" He held my face and asked me with serious concern. He was frowning. I couldn't formulate proper sentences. I was stuttering and my speech was slurred, but I remember grabbed his collar and pulling him closer.
"I love you...I know you want to hear it..." I said, it sounded slow and labored but as soon as I said it his face light up. But a second later he was shaking me.
"What happened? Are you feeling ok?" He sounded so panicked.
"I love you..." I said again. It was all effortless. I held his face and looking into his eyes. I raised myself on my toes and tried to get closer to him. "You're the love of my life..." I said.
"Ganga, you're drunk." He said. He was wide eyed. "When did you drink?"
"I was thirsty." I said. I tried to reply but everything was getting out of my control, including my own senses.
"Did you know they were serving alcoholic drinks at the conference?"
"Nope." I said, and then I pulled him closer. He was shocked by my actions but slowly his concern went away.
"I think you should sleep now...you never drank before, did you?"
"I want to drink you..." I said. I pulled on his collar again and this time I kissed him on his lips. He held me back and stopped. "How much did you drink?" He was grinning and blushing. I don't remember much after that, except that I pushed him towards the bed and he fell backwards and I was on top of him, after that, I don't know what happened.
I woke up and he was lying next to me. He had changed and I was still wearing my red saree, except my pallu was dangling at the side of the bed. I sat and looked around, everything looked normal. I was covered with the blanket and he wasn't. I covered him right away. I had a bit of a headache. I tried to remember what happened last night. I remembered pushing him onto the bed and then the part where I was on top. I blushed hard remembering the look on his face when I was on top of him. I tried hard to remember more. I closed my eyes and tried to recall and I remembered a bit but the images were hazy. I remembered that we kissed. Was it real? Or was I imagining it.
I jumped when I felt his hand on my arm.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked. He'd just woken up.
"I have a headache. But I'm ok...are you ok, Dr Sa? I'm sorry about last night, I didn't know what I was doing." I said. I tried to hide my embarrassment but my color must have given it away. I felt shy making eye contact.
He grabbed me and pinned me down. Next thing I knew, he was above me. He smiled. "I'm not sorry about last night...at all..." He said.
My heart began beating fast. I looked into his eyes. I was trembling. "What did I do last night?"
"You were drunk..." He said. He smiled big. "You said you love me over and over..." He said. He smirked.
"What else?" I said. He was holding me so tight, that I could barely move.
He looked at me intensely. He came closer to my face. "I'll show you what else..."
He grabbed my face and kissed me once. Then he kissed my forehead, my eyes, cheeks but when I felt his lips against my neck, I stopped him.
"Dr Sa...I need to shower and change, I've been wearing this saree all night..."
"Excuses..." He said, looking lovingly into my eyes.
I blushed. I was going to die in his arms if he continued. I got up but he stopped me. "At least let me get even...I didn't stop you last night..." He said, with a naughty smile. I was really embarrassed and wanted to hide my face.
"Did I really do this much?"
"You weren't stopping but then you just got really tired and fell asleep...in my arms..." He smiled sweetly.
"Ok...let me go change now..." I begged.
"Don't...please...give me just a few more minutes..." He pleaded. His eyes were too much for me. I gave in. I closed my eyes. I felt his lips against my neck and his hands around my waist. I felt his nose against my chin. Then his lips approached mine and there was no way to stop him.
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