Hot & Hers
He flashed a perfect smile. They would have kissed but there were atleast 50 drunk 20 somethings jostling all over the terrace
“Ghar kab jaayenge?” she asked earnestly in his ear
“Now?” he asked surprised
“Tum saari raat bahar rehte ho?”
“He shrugged “Sometimes” he smiled arms folded paying her complete attention
His phone was ringing off the hook
“Your Dad, do you want to talk?” he asked politely
She grabbed it before he could finish and teared up
“This is my first phone call of the year Papa”
“Khush raho beta” he teared up too
“Ma kidhar hai?”
“Who Bua ke saath andar dance kar rahi hai”
“Aur aap?”
“Bas yaha akela baitha hoon” he laughed
“KYON?”
“Mazaak kar raha hoon, Fa hain, Mr Asthana hain, unke rishte ke log, Fa ke bhai, kam se kam 100 log hain, bas aap nahi ho beta”
“Main Gurgaon mein hoon Papa”
“Oh? Ghar par party nahi hui shaayad?”
“Nahi friends aaye hain suna hai” she heard the phone buzz many times
“Papa mera phone car mein hai, I will call you when I get home”
“Ma se baat karogi?”
Rakshit and Raanav were deep in convo about something funny
Then Raanav started talking on Rakshit’s phone
Lekha stood by her husband did not make any attempt to greet Viveka
“Naina hai?” “Wahan?” Viveka plugged her other ear and turned away from the terrace and watched the ground below as she asked
“Umm… aayi to thi” “Pata nahi kidhar hai” Akash said discreetly
Viveka wondered where she was
“Mayank hai kya naam hai uska? Karuna se baatein kar raha hai, saari shaam” Akash sounded worried
“Really?”
“Hmm… aap jao abhi, dher saari shubh kaamnayen beta” he yelled
“Jee aapko bhi PA”
She ended the call and turned to hand him the phone
He was missing
“Where did they go?” she asked Lekha
“Must be around” she looked up from her phone
“Did you have a good time?” Viveka asked politely
“Umm… I guess for a party in India, umm.. or u know whatever” she adjusted her hair
She looked like a million hot bucks Viveka noticed
In a skimpy red dress, her hour glass figure complementing the shape
“Lovely dress but aren’t you cold?” Viveka enquired
She had her shawl wrapped around her the last hour
“Oh no… Delhi is warm….” Lekha educated her
“Are your parents at u know… at the Parashar home?”
Viveka just could not come up with “OUR home”
“My Mom HATES that house….” Lekha told her as if it was an accomplishment
“OH WOW… WHYYY?” Viveka was shocked
“Dad would have demolished it and build a tasteful house”
“Its on the ASI list I think” Viveka’s turn to educate her
“Its NOT a French Villa OK” Lekha sounded pompous
“I guess not” Viveka agreed nodding
“When did you guys get here?”
“Oh this is our 8th party for the night”
“Oh? Mujhe 4 mein hi, ……. Meri energy exhaust ho gayi”
“You don’t do this much?”
“I go to parties but we stay in one person’s house, we have live theater, or poetry reading”
“YAWNNNN SISTAH” Lekha dismissed
“Its not that boring…. People drink and party all around” Viveka muttered mischievously hoping to gain Lekha’s approval
“HOPEFULLY” “SHEESH” lekha approved as expected
Viveka chuckled
“We never talk at home, I am glad we are talking moments after the year has begun” Viveka smiled
“I never see you” Lekha said in a rare moment of candor
“I don’t know where your room is, I can stop by” Viveka offered
“SEE EXACTLY, that house is a maze of WHITE MAN’S fantasy”
“Oh you mean the British?”
“Umm.. YEAHHH”
“It’s a beautiful house” Viveka said sadly
“I would rather Dad bought a 10,000 or 20,000 sq ft farmhouse some place with a nice pool”
“Tum bhi Dilli ki ho?” Viveka asked curiously
“OH “I” grew up all over the place” “Like your husband” she said proudly
“Did you two know each other?” Viveka asked wistfully “Rakshit didn’t go all over”
“Oh he did… but I am just adding context” Lekha explained
“I know the Parashar men for YEARS now”
Viveka nodded
“He was an underwear model, your husband” Lekha laughed
Viveka would have thought Lekha would love a British centerspread guy, but at this moment lekha wanted to be a “privacy loving elite”
“I told Rakshit I would have never married him if he had done something like that”
“I hope he didn’t do it huh… but too late now” Viveka laughed amused
She wondered how Lekha would react if Raanav were to produce that random product Rakshit had pitched
She laughed in her mind
Lekha excused herself after declining many calls and just walked off
Viveka turned toward the outside and thought about her conversation’
They really had nothing in common
She never could see herself telling Satyen he needs to raze the house, or exclaiming to Raanav I would never marry you if you did gross things like be an underwear model
She couldn’t do most of the things Lekha did so casually
She couldn’t even pull off that beautiful red dress
“I have rolls” she felt her waist and smiled
She wandered trying to find Raanav and finally found him as she began going down in the elevator
When she got off on the 3rd floor at the friend’s
“Kaha the?” she asked curiously
“Some one needed a jump” he said running his hands through his hair
“Are you mad?” he asked solemnly
“Aaj ladoongi tumse main? Aaaj to NY hai” she spoke like a child
Back home the sisters would say that for DAYS for EVERYTHING
“NY hai to first this, first that”
“NY mein hame yeh karna chahiye”
“Aaj ke din hum who bilqul nahi karenge”
“On NY day we have to see maximum hot guys because it sets a precedent to follow for the year”
“NY day we HAVE TO HAVE TO buy new outfits”
Papa indulged all their wishes
She missed her sisters
“Tomorrow then?” he checked in a deep voice
“Tum mujhse ladna chahte ho?” she asked pausing
“I don’t mind” he said shaking his head staring deeply into her eyes
Wonder what he means by that she thought….
“Suck it!” she pumped her fist in her mind to all the women that might have been turned on by him selling underwear
She smiled bending her head
“Tum lekha ko pehle se jaante ho?” she asked as they walked towards the friend’s apartment
“Hmm” he nodded
“She looks lovely tonight” she mumbled
“You think so?”
“Hmm”
“Atleast I began NY’s with a hot guy” she smiled as they entered the apartment to say goodnite
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