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Part 179 B
Malcha Marg
F-14
7:14 PM
She feels trapped, like a bird that flies into a home finding a door open, only to have the door shut on her. Her heart is racing faster than her thoughts or vice versa, she cant decide. One thing is for sure, she knows she has to flee.
Dadi is not looking at them, it's a huge square kitchen, the female help is very busy, the guy did not return after opening the door for Shaan.
She is standing by an oblong granite workspace. Dadi is on another, her husband slowly inches forward.
Khanak: Dadi did you need help?
Flings herself towards Dadi's work area
Dadi still not looking at her "Take your drink and go on to the living room"
Khanak: Nooo!
He is still making his way towards her, still stunned, Dadi had told him Ritu was going to be home for dinner, he knew Prad would come as he loved Dadi. Seeing his wife chewing on chocolate is sheer windfall
Her skinny tee is clinging to her belly, despite three exhausts whirring full blast above the two windows. She checks for grills on the windows, its tight and solid, so cant jump
He opens the frig gets himself a Budweiser and pops the can
Dadi: Get something to eat first!
Shaan: Nope'' not yet'' (Khanak knows his eyes are parked on her)
She is super agitated that Dadi pulled a fast one on her, she is waiting for the guy to leave to roast Dadi
But'..
He stays
Dadi: Want to help me chop up the lamb? (winks at her grandson)
Shaan: No!
Dadi: Marinate the chicken?
Shaan: ummm'ummm
Dadi looks at him like "Then why are you here?"😉
He gives Dadi a " Something that belongs to me is clinging to you, I want it!" look😳
Dadi: khanak go on beta, its muggy in here, bahar jao.
Khanak: Nahi!😳
The female maid looks curiously at the scene, wonders how the young couple are related.
Her husband pulls himself a tall breakfast stool and watches his wife sort dhania.
She uses the opportunity to flee the room, grabbing her tall glass of chilled mango juice. "God! HE paid for it! He paid for all the food! Ughhh!" "Let me not think too much abt it right now"
Walks over to the living room to stumble upon the camera and lenses on the couch like seat and coffee table.
Frantically walks the periphery of the room, there are various French doors leading to balconies big and small, she tries each one, the first one that opens, she is out, shuts the door behind her, sets the juice on the wrought iron table, and leans over the balcony, its covered with flowering vines, she tugs on a bunch "I shud just jump"
The door opens she doesn't have to turn around to know who it isShe just stays frzoen, the rain spraying gently on her
Khanak thinks " I shud go!"
Just as he leans on the rail an inch from her
She slowly takes a step to her side, a cm at a time, puts a few inches between them, does that again until she gets to the corner, he turns and covers the distance ina second and traps her by the wall.
Takes a big gulp out of his can.
She watches it trickle down
She grips the rail on the side with her left hand.
Her right is a fist, ready to punch him
Her glasses are fogging up
She pushes them back
He steps forward
Her tee is soaked, so is her face, she peers at him thru the glasses again
He swiftly pulls it off her face, and tucks it into his pocket
Khanak: I need those back. I cant see!
Shaan: You are a bloody liar Ms Mistry
Takes another swig of his beer
"If he comes another inch closer I am going to melt and mix with the puddle" she tells herself. She can hear a noisy dub-dub-dub-dub in her ear, her chest hurts,
He does
He bends down and opens his mouth where her glasses used to sit... on the bridge of her nose. Her body buckles just as his leans in to receive hers, her pink lip gloss stains his coffee color tee just as her hand goes to his waist to cling. He still wont hold her, just watches, self-satisfied
The door bell rings...