Her flight was now at 4 PM on Saturday the 4th,
it was going to take her into Delhi around 11 AM on Sunday the 5th after a 6 hr layover in Dubai
direct flights were all booked and he wouldnt let her fly Economy
Sunday gave her a day to catch up and return to work, Monday the 6th.
They met his partners on Friday for a game of bowling, and cocktails at the Kitsch Tequila bar.
The uber cool Black Calvados Bar now owned by Blitz, black leather sofas, black lacquered walls, cuckoo clock, 60s record sleeves
glowing mushroom clocks, barman attired in authentic lederhosen... an impossibly cool and sexy place
They returned at 3 AM... not worrying about who the designated driver will be... well she could have drove, but they took a cab
More about Friday the 3rd later...
Sunday the 5th... she spent most of the morning tidying up, and by 2 ish showered and "almost" ready... well not quite
She wore a flowing floral skirt with a scarf like belt, and a blouse knotted at the waist
She had too many things for carry on, a linen bag with Eiffel image, her purse from India she packed away she instead carried one with tassels which she bought new on Saturday,
her cabin baggage and another bag,... she went from bag to bag to bag, rearranging things
He had actually given her a purple hiker backpack filled with candy... she wanted to take that to India too
She had two suitcases...
He wandered frustrated, he wore navy shorts with
lil white anchors all over and a white cotton shirt with curved edges, carelessly folded sleeves
"U have TOO many things in your hand" he muttered
She didnt respond... she was upset and moddy, she hadnt said a word to him since morning
Well.. she had but only things like... "The coffee maker has condensed steam on the side vent"
"The back patio door wont shut fully"
"U have a purse with tassles, u are wearing a skirt with uneven edges, and a bag with tassels" he explained
She looked at him like "tumhe kya?" maybe?
Her packed things were in the clothes closet floor, the bed, the bedroom floor and the living room couch
He chased her to the living room, she turned to avoid him and stubbed her toe in the wooden ladder placed by his wall of books
She winced and sat down on the couch and cried for a good five minutes
"Let me take a look" he begged walking over to her, she hid her toes with BOTH hands
"Wear something less cluttered... and I promise to ship all these things to u, just go with ur bag, or
let me get u a direct flight" he offered various choices
"U have so many things that could get caught or trip u" he coaxed
She turned and looked at his shorts, she loved the tiny anchor symbols on his shorts
He wore tan loafers with lace all around, with a tiny bow over his toes... "impossibly cool and sexy"
DARN IT!!!
YA
IMPOSSIBLY COOL AND SEXY
WHY?
HE COULD HAVE JUST WORN FLIP FLOPS AND UMM... I DONT KNOW HE COULD BE WRAPPED IN A GARBAGE BAG AND BE SEXY
WRONGGG!!!
NEVERMIND
HE KNEELED DOWN BY HER SOFA HANDS STILL IN HIS POCKETS
She smarted quickly moving away from him...
GREAT!
PILE ALL OVER ME, LOOKING LIKE "THAT"
#CRIMINAL
I CAN SHUT MY EYES, AND PLUG MY EARS
BUT IF I PLUG MY NOSE SO I DONT INHALE THAT GODDAMN SEXY SCENT
I AM GOING TO DIE AND ITS GOING TO BE ALL YOUR FAULT
AYYYOYO!!!!
FYI: NOT COOL!!! MOVE AWAY!!
She peeked from between her eyelashes... She saw one of his sleeves rolled up to the elbow and the other below his elbow
"Let me send everything... just take ur bag"
"Vendaam... I am taking everything... I am not even leaving a bindi on the mirror" she snapped
"He pulled one hand out
"I am sorry but its a mess" he said bluntly
"Oh! well... thank you then...
feels lovely" she cried, stumbling on her skirt edge as she got off the couch, almost bonking her knee on his coffee table
"U dont even entertain.. WHY do u need a coffee table? Oh! sorry... YES u do...
u go to fancy taverns and tequila bars with men wearing skinny jeans and smoking French cigs I am wrong" she muttered
"II" he grabbed her
They landed on the couch
He held her weight and the fall
NIIICE...
ACT LIKE U ARE FALLING AGAIN... OR ACT LIKE U PASSED OUT HE WILL
HOLD U ONE MORE TIME
UMM... YA... I WANT TO KEEP FEELING HIM
GET OVER IT DI
GO BACK HOME
She extricated herself from him and scooted to the far corner of the couch
Before she could get off, he lay on her lap
"Enough II" he warned
"Umm... my TOE hurts" she lied
"Its not bleeding so u are lying" he informed
"Seri... I am lying... happy now?" she muttered
"Take ur linen bag, switch bag to another new purse" he began
"I dont need ur advice" "If U give me advice I WILL TOO" she warned, passionately
He lay on her lap, she didnt touch him but her arms stiffly on her sides
He dug his head in
"Agar itni fiqar hai to saath chalo" she muttered and when he began to speak
She gestured to shut up
"Oh ya... yes... yes... u love Paris and u love your company, u love ur job... ya.. and all that" she completed her rant
He lay on her lap forever... or so she thought
"I love ur anchor shorts... these are my favorite from now... ALL TIME" she cried softly
He took her right hand and traced anchors with her index finger in areas where she felt things stir
He watched her blush... with deep satisfaction
She balled her hand into a fist...
"Count them" he ordered huskily
"Umm" she said thoughtfully... "200 hundred" "there!" she said sarcastically
"ur estimation skills are not the best" he whispered
"Great, I am disorganized, messy and my prediction skills suck.. thank God I am good in ... (bed?) I am probably awful in bed too" she said
"Not to mention in cooking, and in folding laundry... thanks for living with me... oops thats a lie, u dont live with me, thanks for marrying me... not sure what it means
He pulled her sideways, tackling her, as they fought on the couch, sending stuff from the coffee table down
"I said ENOUGH II!!!!!" he ordered
Finally overpowering her, watching her let out a soft acquiescing moan
He kissed her long and hard...
"Let me help you" he moaned huskily on her lips
"Nope... I only take help from men I am not married to" she said with a humorless smile
"Good grief!!!" he moaned, kissing her again helplessly as she shook angrily beneath him
"Stay II" he requested in the most innocent sad voice
She finally wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him fully
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