One Fine Day

OS: One Fine Day

"Ab kahan bhagega sa***?" she jumped--literally--off the bed. Her eyes danced in merriment as she stared at the world's--at the moment--most pleasant sight. Ah! What a respite to her sore eyes. She hadn't slept a wink last night. Twisting and turning in restlessness she'd lain awake all night, waiting anxiously for BNAR to fall into the, what she bet was an alluring trap. After all, she'd set the trap. It had to be perfect. Bloody hell, it felt great to feel rather like a smug.

She'd sacrificed a lot for this day. . .

. . . And the least of that was her sleep, though she'd barely slept for more than a few hours in the past one week. She'd sweated--literally (Need she mention the stench). She'd missed her friend's engagement, (Need she mention she was the one who'd overseen the freaking arrangements and planned that damned party--right down to the last detail--since weeks in advance). She'd forgotten to wish her mother happy birthday, (Need she mention she'd been barred entry to her parental home indefinitely). She'd under mistaken believe arranged a blind date between her boss and his ex-wife's gay brother. (Need she mention her very much straight boss, had he not been a very-very good friend, would have fired her.). Blast it all, she'd even fallen off the bed, twice. Once on her butt, which ached like the very devil for three days and so far as its look went, well, in one word, everything was blue or maybe it was green, or it was something blue-green, what-hell-ever. And the second time had been face down, leading to a painful touchdown between her nose and the floor. If her butt had hurt like the very devil, her nose had put that very devil to shame by its incessant throbbing for four goddamn days.

But, now that, the catch-me-if-you-can, BNAR was at last, caught, she could say her suffering hadn't been all for naught.

"Hello B.B.A. How's ya?" she circled around BNAR, grinning like a fool. "Bohat lagai meri tune. Ab teri bari. Bhag ke dikha."

BNAR advanced towards her, but of course, he couldn't reach her. She gave him her best smile, "Aww. Come na. I am waiting. Olle, BNAR nahi aa sakta. Trap ho gaya?"

"Tell me, how does it feel to be trapped? Ab bol smart kaun?" she stuck out her tongue at BNAR.

"You know what, I feel like doing a victory dance." She paused, "But that would be mean. Right?" she made a brooding sound, "Come to think of it, do I give damn about mean? Hell No"

"Any song suggestions?" she grinned wickedly, "Oops! I am so very sorry. How can you sing? Singing ke liye awaz honi chahiye. I'll sing for you . . ."

And she started singing . . .

"That's quite a show!" a voice called out from the door.

Startled she dropped the rat trap she was holding and BNAR escaped right in front of her eyes, while she gaped in despair. "No, God damn it, get back in here."

Bloody hell, now she'd have to catch the damn thing again. Then, as the rat vanished behind the bed, she turned her glare on the intruder.

It was her sister's husband's cousin, and her latest serious crush!

Could the day get any better? Hell no . . .

The glare died, now replaced by a sullen frown. Damn it, what'd he be thinking about her at the moment? Obviously that she was some lunatic who talked and danced with rats?

"I am sorry" he said, stepping in the room.

"It's okay." What else could she say?

"I was wondering if you were free today? It's Sunday and you don't have to go to work." He asked, with a charming smile that made her go weak in the knees.

"I am free. No plans as yet." She replied.

"Great. I was also wondering what you'd say about if I happened to ask you to spend the day with me."

"Oh" her doe-eyes widened.

"I was also wondering if you'd consider calling it a date."

"Oh" her heart all but tripped.

"I was also wondering if you'd let me do this?" he walked to her, took her hand in his, brought it to his lips, and not breaking eye contact, laid a feather light kiss on her fingers.

"If I could have to pleasure of your company, Ma'am, I'd be humbled."

She was lost! God, wasn't he just amazing? "Where do we go?"

"We'll think on the way."

As they walked out, BNAR stared after them and thought he wanted a date too!

In the door way, right before leaving the house, he asked her . . .

"What's BNAR for, by the way?"

She replied sheepishly, "Bloody Nuisance Asshole Rat"