FF: New York times Thread 5 Completed 10/03 - Page 6

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Part 105: Divide and rule Update 1

Geet decided it was time to send Rishabh on the much-awaited errand to get their second round of drinks. The shots that had just bleached their throats already had him carelessly shooting gazes in Naini's direction with a goofy smile. If she could have him going at this rate, they would soon perhaps break their pretense of still being at odds with each other.

Daadima's initial idea to divide and rule the sly couple had sounded too good to pass over. She'd racked her head to think of something...anything that could bring about a mild rift between the two. All she had to do was get them bickering openly. However, her preparations for the upcoming data conference had kept her focus off-course from scheming and before she knew, Maan was driving them to a rotary meet at a borrowed desi club on the other side of town, at Jersey city; the only high point of the evening being that the entire troupe had joined them in three cars, with Daadi accompanying them in their car, along with Naini, which still gave her an opportunity to cause the much needed damage.

Or so she thought, but it had already been 45 mts since their entry into the hall and she hadn't come up with a single provoking remark. As much as Maan had wanted to teach her a lesson in the beginning, she'd known from the look on his face that he'd had a change of heart the minute he'd come to know that his baby sister was pregnant. And Daadima was too classy a woman to get involved in the petty details of execution. Her job was done after she'd given her daughter-in-law the theme of their play and now it all came down to her.

She watched Rishabh get up from his chair and swagger his way across to the bar on the other side of the dance floor and prayed, she had an idea before he made it back to the table.

***

He wished he could have cornered her at home, before he'd first met her at the garage. Lord! the red of her sari that was in stark contract with her fair skin stood out so much so that, he thought she was carrying her very own spot light that was following her everywhere. Everyone at the club seemed to be experiencing the same spell as he was and a constant deluge of eyes from lecherous men all over, were constantly at her side. He now had trouble excusing himself to the men's room. Decidedly, he wasn't leaving until Rishabh was back to guard his lady love. Until then he'd no choice but to endure the torcher of watching her small delicate movements, the cursory shrug and then the wave to dismiss whatever Naini had told her just then, her full lips slowly forming a smile at the ends as Daadima whispered something into her ears...

Did she know what an admirer, she had made out of him? He turned pathetic especially on the evenings she was to take a flight back to SF the next morning and this night was no exception.

Despite, the distractions her innocent yet captivating mannerisms offered, his bodily needs took over eventually and he raised himself from his chair, as he watched her bite her nails to the quick. He desperately felt the urge to take her thumb off her mouth and advise her against whatever that worried her that instant - about which he'd little doubt that she was running out of ways to tease his sister. Although, before his arm could reach out to her fingers Meera tapped on her shoulder and took her full attention. He smiled withdrawing his hand at the same time and left the table, casting glances at her, cursing fate for stealing that touch from him. It occurred to him then, that he was one of those few lucky men who savored the thrill of private touches and intimate smiles in public, even after few months down their marriage. Thank god! He still had such moments to look forward to...when they were not fighting that is.

***

His head was reeling from the dizzying cheer, not necessarily from the deadly Caipirinha and shot he'd downed so far, but all due credit went to his wife, who had delivered the news the very same morning that her pregnancy was coming along quite well; particularly about the frightening complications one anticipated after a miscarriage being slowly eliminated as she advanced in her term.

She was glowing now, from all the free flowing progesterone that gave an extra sheen, he doubted anyone can miss. Almost as if he didn't need any more evidence of his claim, he noticed every bawdy man at the bar nodding or sighing towards their table where she was seated. Any more of those lewd looks, he decided, he was keen on popping their eyes out.

"Yes...I will have two more shots, one Caipirinha again and a best of your Pinot noir" He ordered as the bartender approached him and turned about to face their table again, his elbows resting limp on the bar counter. He found himself bouncing light on his foot to the tones of a catchy Bollywood number.

"Drinks fit for a celebration...I take it, it's a special evening" A slight purr accompanied the mewing voice of the woman and his head shot around in time, to catch the last traces of a slinky smile.

By all standards, the woman lazily perched on the barstool next to him was a pin-up sex-kitten. It was a horror story of any club to not have such broads courted or wooed by at least ten men at the same time. Not that he would under any circumstances, given that he was married and all. He blinked a moment longer, wondering why she was alone for the night and then the answer came to him, in that same fuzzy snap of the eye. Of course she'd picked the wrong club on a bad day. Who would let their coiled up tails out when they were accompanying their kin on a family night at a desi club? He smiled unsuspectingly and went ahead responding to her friendly banter.

"Well yes, a grand one indeed. Although it's still a secret to most of my family" He said winking at her; clearly a wrong gesture and he hardly managed to conceal the regret that followed later.

"On that occasion, let me buy you a round" And she signaled the second bartender who was close by.

"Thanks...but really...you shouldn't" He countered even as he knew his words were lost on her.

"You are a shy one aren't you?" She said, once she was done ordering the insistent round of shots and to his own surprise, he found his cheeks redden instantly.

Amidst the ear splitting electronic beats of a Bollywood dance number, they continued to chat until his order arrived. She openly flirted with him as they tossed their glasses and downed the tequila, she'd forced upon him.

The siren was harmless, he concluded only after minutes into their conversation. Nevertheless, his wife didn't agree with him on that note and not until he'd turned his attention over to the table, did he see the hellish glare coming his way, as if she was daring his manhood to take another step towards the vamp to see what she'd in store for him. His gaze shifted a little to her right and found her hand being greeted by a tall, mountainous man, while his wife's eyes stayed fixed on him and the bombshell of a woman. Like the time on his clock had run out, her eyes flickered back to the man Daadima was introducing and she nodded at him in a friendly manner. A dancing couple moved into his line of sight and the next time the table came into view, he saw Daadima joining Geet again at the table, while she was left behind to socialize with the stranger. What the hell?, he mentally bellowed as the man appeared to have no intentions of letting her hand go.

He turned stoned deaf as the woman piped on and he diverted all his sensory powers to his eyes, picking out the minutiae expressions that passed over the man's face, if that was even possible from the distance he stood at and if the lighting allowed him to. His eyes were playing tricks with him, or did he just see him graze her upper arm as a casual, conversational gesture. If this was her plan to get back at him for staying one minute too long at the counter, while he waited for his drinks to arrive, then she'd already dipped into his finite reserves of tolerance he'd for men who flirted with her.

In an inexplicable, uncalled for fit, he drained his glass of tequila that the bartender had just passed to him and the spicy exploding taste in his mouth shot straight to his brain, making him wiggle his head in a frenzy. The drink had him floating in no time and a complex array of emotions filled him, leaving him muddled, laboring to make sense which sentiment overwhelmed the other. Only a little too late, did he reckon what that hyper jiggle of his head along with the inattentiveness had cost him. Once the bleary images gave way, he found his wrist shackled in the clasp of her hand and he found himself being dragged to a scantily occupied dance floor. Who would have guessed, he'd just dug his own grave on that dim lit, laser beam adorned dance floor... right underneath a wearied 70's disco ball?

To be continued...

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Wow.. you updated..

You made my day Hasini!

oh!

awesome part!

hey,,,,,I wantd 2 tell u,,,,ur story is concentrating too much on rishab n naini,,,,,this startd around April,,,n still u r gvng them soo much footage,,,,i came back again to read ur story,,,bt they r still there,,,,,,,frankly prev u hd soo mny readers,,,,bt nw,,i doubt,,,dnt feel bad,,,as a tru fan of ur writng,,,,jus wantd 2 be true nt fake appreciations,,,jus like we dnt like seing devni,,,or nybody other than maneet,,,its d same here,,,,,,n they dnt evn exist in d serial,,,so its hard 2 connect u knw,,,sorru again if u felt bad.

Originally posted by: Azmatazz

Wow.. you updated..

Wow!! A good buildup to whats to follow next... I have nothing much to add except that now i'm very curiously waiting for the next part 😊

However couldn't help but wonder whats to happen to the guy with Naini and and whats in store for the lady with Rishab... And is that Dadi's masterstroke ???? 😕 😆

yaayyy..you updated...me checking the update right away..