Part 90: Rush Update 1
He couldn't believe it was just work that had made her push her travel plans to Saturday morning. It didn't make sense to him when she told him about the cartload of work she had to complete, within three weeks of joining the office. He had suspected it was one of her silly surprises she was planning for him; this being the first time she would be spending time with him at their NY home ever since her move to San Francisco. Although on Thursday night she hadn't come and the chargeback on his credit card for the cancelled tickets had confirmed that she hadn't been joking about it at all.
The original plan was for her to come over on Thursday night and work from home on Friday. And poor him, he had dreamt of spending Friday night on her lap watching television in their bedroom...What bliss it had been to imagine lazing on their bed? Or have her run behind him with their late brunch on a plate. But he was upset and had reserved his cheer over the latter phone conversations that had followed. However, up until the point he was asked to oversee the production move on Saturday for a full 5 hours, he had not recognized the resentment inside. Only after having agreed to taking up the task, the full extent of his disappointment had revealed itself to him.
She had little doubt anything was of the matter, for he passed for being busy ever since the call she had told him about the change of plans. When every minute together was weighed above everything else, giving up one night had seemed too much to ask of her, when Rishabh had called up to ask her to accompany him on his charter. Initially she had held back, but with Naini in mind and Rishabh's vulnerable voice that had sounded pleading, she eventually gave in to his request. Nonetheless, it also seemed like the perfect cover to cancel the tickets and trick him into thinking she was only coming over on Saturday, when she would instead be landing there on Friday evening.
7.00 PM Friday
Originally, he had intended to veg out in front of the television, dedicating his evening drink to Anderson Cooper on CNN. But the empty seat next to him, taunted the palm of his hand that could have rested on her lap. The only solace over turning into a man who was tormented over his wife's absence was that he was still far from portraying the anguish on his face. When the thought threatened to barge its way into the open, as Naini and Daadima casually lounged in the adjacent couch, he got up to leave to the gym.
The hour long run on the treadmill had pounded his heart away into numbness. His feet ached with soreness and when that physical exertion wasn't enough to have his mind takeover his heart, he turned to bench pressing a100 lbs. After what seemed like an eternity he came back to the apartment suite and went straight to the bathroom for a shower.
He had missed the soft yellow glow streaming through the creak of the closed door, as his mind lay occupied elsewhere. Mindlessly letting himself into the room, he marched towards the double sinks and that is when he first caught the wisp of the familiar fragrance that came wafting in the air. Before he could whip his head about instinctively, as his expectant heart skipped a beat, a thudding force of softness grazed the back of his body. There was little doubt in his mind, that by some cosmic play, it felt time itself was stilling around him. Going around his waist and climbing up to clutch his shoulders, were the same pair of hands, he was aching to touch a little while ago. Just as he closed his eyes, a quaint smile eased his features, making him go limp with a strange relief washing over him. He tilted his head and tipped it sideways to lean back on her.
"Don't ever do that..." He whispered as she scrunched up her forehead and completely came to rest on him.
But there was little left to be done by her that was not already done, he thought. In an attempt to correct his previous utterance, he started again.
"I was beginning to think I was slowly going crazy without you...but now I realize I'm already crazy for you", he said softly. Her hold tightened around him unconsciously as she heard that, reveling in the moment of intimacy she had craved for all day.
His hand reached out to rest on hers as he added "You better make up for this..."
She thought he could do better with just three simple words of 'I miss you. However it's Maan, she was talking about and this was his best face forward. So when she couldn't help from keeping her straight response locked inside, she spoke in a rustle.
"I missed you more" She said hushing the rush of angst that coursed through their bodies.
To be continued...
Edited by 6thElement - 14 years ago
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